The Middlebury people's press. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1841-1843, 1842-01-11
granted that every body is just as deaf as he


Mrs. Jones going close TO his car, screamed
/ Beadle. I remember he was at the siege of
( Boston," "No, no, father, bless your heart,
that was his grandfather, that's been dead and
/ gone these twenty years" "Ho-bat where
does be come from! Daown taown." Clio,
and what does he follow for livin'!' And
he did not stop asking questions after this sort
till all the particulars Of the Beadle family
were published and proclaimed in Mrs. Jones'
last screech. He then sunk back into his doze
again.
! The dog stretched himself before one andi-
/ ron; the cat squat down before the other. ST.
lence came on by degrees, like calm snow
storm, till nothing was heard but cricket un-
der the hearth, keeping tune with sappy vel
low birch forestick. Sally sat up prim as if
she were pinned 10 the chair back; her hands
crossed genteelly upon her lap and her eyes
locking straight in the fire. Nanny Jones
tried to straighten herself too, and laid her
hands across into her lap. But they would
! NOT lay still. 1t was full twenty-four hours
since they had done any work, and they were
out of all patience with keeping Sunday. Do
what she would to keep them quiet, they would
bounce up, now and then; and go through the
motions, in spite of the fourth commandment.
For my part, sat looking very much like
fool. The more | tried to say something. the
the more my tongue stuck fast. | put my
right leg over my left and said chem" Then
changed, and put the left over the right. 1t
was no use: the silence kept coming on thick
err and thicker. The drops of sweat began TO
crawl over me. gotmy eye upon my hat
hanging on peg, on the road to the door; &
then eyed the door. At this moment the old
captain, all at once, sung out, 'Johnny Bea-
die" 1t sounded like clap of thunder, and
started right up an eend.
"Johnny BeadIe, you'll never handle such 4
drum stick as your father did, if yer live to
the age Of Methusaler. He would toss up his
drum-stck,. and while it was whIrlin' in the
air, take off gill or rum, and then ketch 1t as
it come down without losin' Il stroke in the
tune What dye think O. that hal But pull
yer chair round so that yer can hear. Now
what have year come a'terl' "I-a'ter?-O,
list takin' a walk. "-"Pleasant walkin,' |
guess" 81 mean jst TO see how We all do
':Ho, that's another lie. You've come cour-
tin,' Johnny Becdle; ye're after our Sal. Say.
now, dye want to marry, or oIl come to
court!'
This was what call q choaker. Poor Sal
" made but one jump and landed into their
kitchen; ard then she skulked in the dark cor
ner, till the old man, after laughing himself
into whooping cough, was put TO bed.
Then came apples and cider; and, the ice
being broke, plenty of chat with NANNY
Jones about the minister and the 'sarmon."-
| agreed with her to nicely, upon the points
of doctrine; but had forgot the text and ali
the heads of the discourse, bat six. Then she
leased and tormented me TO tell who accoun-
ted the best singer in the gallery that day
But inum-there was no getting that out OF
me. ''Praise TO the face, is often disgrace"
saws !, throwing a sly wink at Sally.
At last Mrs Jones lighted tothcr candle, 4
after charging Sally to look we'll 10 the fire,
she led the way 10 bed, and the Squire gath
cred Up his shoes and stockings and immedi
at ely followed.
Sally and were left sitting Il good yard a
part. honest measure. For fear of being
tongue tied again, set right in, with a steady
stream of talk. | told her all the particulars
about the weather that was past, and also
made some pretty cute guesses at what it twas
like to be in future. At first, gave hitch up
with my chair at every full stop. Then grow
Ing saucy, repeated it at every comma, and
semicolon; and at last.it was hitch, hitch hitch
and planted myself fast by the side Of her.
II swow, Sally, you looked so plaguey
handsome to-day, that | wanted to cat you
up "P<haw, git along You, says She My
/ hand crept along somehow, upon its fingers,
and begun to scrape acquaintance with hers.
She sent it home again with desprate jerk,
! .Trv if again"-no better luck. "Why, Miss
Jones, you're quite upsiropulous, little old
maidish, guess" ''Hands off is fair play,
! Mr. Beadle."
/ Iii good sign to find girl sulky, knew
where the shoe pinched. 1t was that are Pat
/ tv Bean business. So went to work to pur-
shade her that had never any notion after
PATTY, and to prove it, l fell to running her
down at a great rate. Sally could not help
Ginning in with me, and | rather guess Miss
PATTY suffered few. |, now, not only got
/ hold of her hand without opposition, but man
aged to slip my arm round her waist. But
| there was no satisfying me; so must go polk
/ ing out my lips after buss. guess L rued
/ it. She fetched me slap in the face that
made me see stars, and my ears rung like u
brass kettle for quarter OF an hour. | was
forced to laugh at the joke, though out of the
wrong side Of my mouth, which gave my face
something the look OF gridlron.
The battle now began in the regular way.
"Ah, Sally, give me kiss, and ha' done with
it, now" Il won't, so there, nor fetch to. "
''Do if you dare" And at it we went, rough
and tumble. An odd destruction of starch
now commenced. The bow of my cravat was
squat up in half a shake. at the next bout.
smash went shirt collar, and, at the same time,
some of the head fasienings gave way. and
down came SalIy's hair in flood, like a MILL
dam broke lorse. carrying half a dozen combs.
One dig of Sally's elbow, and my blooming