Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1843-10-06

Ntthe first Md of hoU.
ever, he few like a.splrk from mis- own
anvil To her feet. From that time Ri.
nathan chance was snail, aud he knew
Il; but he thought to tire out he maiden
and work upon her affection a httle M n
tine, ever as TIC piOwed one furruw al
Ger another until the whole was con.
P'e'ed. lie little knew the str nath OF
the corporation he was b, siegIng. lie
might have talked Till THIS time. ma he
not been IN bodily fear Of Phebe's dish.
cloth, without producing the least effect
his mother anew better, as she hot,
aud therefore, 10 ca the matter short,
she prohibited tao appearance OF the
blacksmith, within the precincts OF he's
Kitchen corner. Tins was Indcet a po'
ser; and Phebe, who had really som
affection Tor han of the SledTc-hammcr.
deeply felt ~. She depended upon her
old weapon but her mistress SaN ii, Ia
keep W, OF the kitchen. She consulted
the husband. but he never mejdled with
nIs wIle's affairs; she threw away Elpa-
mans cUikaIe, cut The price was de
iuctcd from her wages, sue lost the
iIShciOth, n finally went slip shod
from very grief, bat che Old rady was
not To be moved IL was the FIRST time
she had ever found a way To tams tGe
Iuruiy dlmSri. and she was disposed 10
puuI>n her for some Of the old SIn>.-
oPnebc S~oiiloluized iUr want ot "a CON
pauron. but, although she could convince
herself, her mistress wOLil not admit
tue b dck>mit n.
The blacksmith and Phebe had some
secret Interviews, and almost dytcrmn-
cd 10 eIOpe, but 1t was cOnclui;d to
leave that as Il last step, and try talking
once IgIIu. Ihe q q woman was lcalar
ever. aud Pnebe cane very nedr
accepting EiUathan, Just for tue y cas-
urc Of ~tormeuIing hIn; or, as she term
I'd Il, talking To INN. But in these mo
,nentS, wheL her passions got the better
of her love, the shade Of Inc blacksmith
again yer her, even as her own
chrcke ed apron, lied with tape which ne
her. "On!' signed she, when
burning coffee one evening, Il wonder
Il some folks dIdn't love IN their youn
ger ddys!' aud as she sighed again, the
big tears no ed down her checks, and
The water ~ he tea kettle bollcd over.
All" sighed the hapless Phebe Us sac
swept up the hearth.
Not long after the above mentioned
sigh, while Phebe had her arms up to
elbows II the -four aud waller which
she was ~kneadlng, corporal Elnathan
mustered uP courage to advocate his suit
in pers n. lie sighed, ami Pnebe kn,ad-
et furiously, and as he sIsacd ugulu she
turned in "A little yeast.
sEAIy da.r DbaI.. - all -
81 don't want non oC your dears i
wish you long side Of your mothers
'Pron string IN the parIur, and let me
alone. Irl never marry vou il live
die an old maid, and I'll grow cross
day lIve-bOo, boo, 90. oor' an.
rhebe bursting into tears
Now don't cry, Pnebe, anl III rive
you back The money mother took for my
cockade. what don't you like IN ne.
should IKE 10 kuow?" said the amiabIe
youth.
You and your s'ingy mother NAV
keep the money! sha'n't want il when
IN married | wish you'd keep out Of
he Kitchen your mother SAYS the
,Itchen ISN'T the place for men, and
here was IA better one here than you'l
,ver be-"
"Do you know mother couldn't like
he blacksmith, he makes such a pound
ng when she has the headache; il
roubIes her nerves. a
You'd better talk about her nerves
hasn'l got no nerves. or she wouldn't
me grieye so-boo, boo, boil
but ~ be tVen with you, yet. III run
hem
80. Phebe you wouldn't do such a
but will, though, and then | guess
we'll see who's who
III tell You what, Phebe. If YOU run
away I'll tell mother, and l'I :
'lou1l what!-i guess you'd better
Keep out Of the way Of somebody's
SIedSe hammer, II you know what's
good. ! should like TO see you yet a
good Ilck;n'.
The corporal prickeI up his ears. his
courage and hts shirt collar.
Id have you know, Miss Phebe, that,
Pun i man.
a very lille, weak, puny, good for.
nothing one, that cant hardly lIIt an
oNyOke'
| can defend my country when IFS
var, and shall see that nobody insults
me. As for this blacksmith, he's be-
meath my notice.
by gracious lEluathan, III have YOU
hanged for that. &c my hands wcr'na
IN this bread trough, 10 crack you viii
ny slipper as easy as | could that cock
roacn On lne hearth.
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