The native American., 1839-03-30


'Mr. B do not sit here. Come, come
down stairs; what can possess yon to sit here
Here she goes, there she goes! was the sole
reply, and the solemn face and the sowly-moving
hnger settled the matter. He uaS mad!
lie Is mad whispered the friend in low
voice. I'VE must 60 for DOCTOR
The landlord was not to be duped he was not
TO be deceived, although the whole town came to
interrupt him. You had better call up his wife,
added the friend.
Here she goes, there she goes' repeated the
landlord, and his hand still moved on.
In minute his wife entered, full of agony Of
soul. My DEAR she kindly said, . look on me.
lit is your wife who speaks!
Here she goes, there she goesv and his hand
continued to go, but his wife wouldn't 90; she
uouM stay, and he thought she was determined
to conspre against him and make him lose the
wager. She wept, and she continued
what cause have you for this. Why do you
do so? Has your wiic'-
Here she goes, there she gocs!' and his finger
seemed to be tracing her airy progress, for any
thing she could ascertain to the contrary.
My DEAR she still continued, thinking that
the thought of his child whom he fondly loved,
would tend to restore him, shall ! call up your
daughter'
.IIere she goes, there SHE goes!' the landlord
fixed and glazed, from the seadiness of the gaze.
A slight smile, which had great effect upon the
minds OF those present, played upon his face, as
he thought OF the many unsuccessful resorts to
win him from his purpose, and of his success in
battling them. The physician entered. He stood
by the side of the busy man. He looked at him
in silence, shook his head, and to the anxious in
quiry of the wife, answered.
No, madam! The fewer persons here the bet
ter. The maid had better stay away: do not let
the maid
Here she goes, there she goes! yet again,
again, in harmony with the waving finger, issued
from the lips of the landlord.
"A consultation, | think, will be necessary
said the physician. Will you run for DR..
W-ms?'
The kind neghbor buttoned up his coat and
hurried from the room.
In a few minutes DR.. WINS, with another
medical gentleman, entered.
'This is sorry sight, said he to the doctor
present.
Indeed it is, SIR was the reply. 1t is a sud-
den attack, one Of the
Here she goes, there she goes!' was the sole
reply.
The physicians stepped into corner and con-
suited together.
will you be good enough to run for barber?
We must have his head shaved and blistered,'
said DR.. WINS.
'Ah, poor, dear husband said the lady; Il fear
he never again will know his Miserable wife,
Here she goes, there she goes!' said the land
lord with little more emphasis, and with more
nervous yet determined waving of his finger in
concert with the pendulum; for the minute hand
was near the frelue-that point which was to
put fifty dollars into his pocket, if the hand arriv-
ed at it without his suffering himself to be inter-
rupted.
The wife in low, bewailing tone, continued
her utterances-
No! never; nor of his daughter
Here she goes, there she goes almost shouted
The landlord. as the minute hand advanced to the
desired point.
The barber arrived he was naturally talka-
tive man--and when the doctor made some casual
remark, rejecting upon the quality OF the instru-
ment he was about 10 use, he replied
'Ah ha! no, Monsieur, you say very bad to ra-
zor-tres beautiful eh?-look-look-very fine
is Mt she?'
Here she goes, there she goes' screamed the
landlord, his hand waving on-on, and his face
gathering a smile, and his whole frame in readi-
ness 10 be convuIsed with 10Y.
The barber was amazed. Here she goes
there she goes! he responded in the best English
he could use-'Vare! ware sail begin? Vat is dat
he say!'
slave his head at once!' interrupted the doc
tor, while the lady sank into chair.
'Here she goes, there she - go!' for the last
lime, cried the landlord, as The clock struch the
hour Of nine, and he sprang from his seat in an
ecstacy of delight, screaming at the top of his
voice, as he skipped about the room
five won it I've won it!'
what 2 said the bar-keeper
What" echoed the doctors.
What 2 re-echoed the wife.
why, the wager-6fty doars!' But casting
his eyes around the room, and missing the young
men who induced him to watch the clock, he
asked his bar-keeper-
Where are those young men who supped here
last night eh? quick-where are they?'
They went away in their wagon nearly an hour
ago, sir!' was the reply.
The truth flashed like thunderbolt through
his mind, They had taken his pocket-book with
the one hundred and seven dollars therein, and
decamPed-a couple'o swindling sharpers, with
wit TO back them! The story is rife on mems
tongues in the neighborhood where this affair oc-
Cured, and ''the facts are not otherwise than
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