Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1843-08-04

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he came stalking up to the tavern. with
an expression of face somewhere between
sneeze and laugh.
:" Mornin sir" said Copperas, cheer
fully.
The salutation was returned.
" The Clerk amt no where's abou
here, as you knows Of, is he p
Here was customer for our friend Bop
"What did you say" said Bop. to make
him repeat. ESQ
- The Clerk stint no, where's about
here % @
Hear! he hesr-Ro! poor fellow
not he. Conldn't hear you il you were to
shoot pistol in his ear: But he Amt a,
home just now. Come in and set down.
Got business, I 'spose p
Not! nothing much in particular. =
said Copperas, with very mysterious
"Well." said Bop. by way Of finding
out his errand, :. he won't be in for some
time-many be could do your business!''
And .hereupon Copperas fell 10 wig
ling and screwing about, looking very IN.
easy. At last he started up suddenly,
and putting his face close to the tavern
keepers, said in ahalf Whisper
five come on this nsrrying business
and then laughed good deal a. it, for he
was very cheerful fellow. s.l.1.
Who is to be married." enquired
Bop, in whisper.
"Uncle Ben and Tilday S.rong!"
License, Ell? Oh! ali! welI-tha,'s
different. The Clerk will have to gran,
that. In step over and see II he is come"
and away he run.
"Thomas,' said he, as he spied that
worthy, al his writing table, ''there's
chap at my house who wants license,
bu, can't make him understand any thing
| say to him" @
. Why, what's the matter - asked
Thomas.
$50 deaf-a mile Stone is only cir-
cumsiance to him. But / will bring him
over-i, isn't worth while for me to tell
him anything" and he hurried of.
On their way 10 the Office, Bop, in
spirit Of friendly confidence, informed Mr..
Copperas, that the CLERK was crank,
cross grained old fellow, but he mustn't
mind his talking loud--it's just his way.
Copperss had hardly entered the door.
before he bawled out-r. zF
I'm come after license for Uncle Ben
and Tilds Strong 81,
!" Well, said Thomas ID il1e same tone,
"you needn't hollow out so.'' Then
turning 10 Bop in his usual tone. /. that's
jus. the way with deaf people-they think I
every body as deaf AZ themselves
Bop nodded 10 Coperas, to intimate
tina. he did nj hear, and he screamed still
louder
IL say Mister. I wan. 70 get license!"
'.Do you think I'm deaf as . post!
You'd better make public ou,cry Of it at
the Cour. House door, young man." said
Thomas, somewhat irrilated.
Here Bop in,erposed, and taking Cop
peras outside Of the door. explained TO him
that he must make public outcry before
he could &c. the license. This was dread
full. Here was Copperas with the strict
est injunction Of secrecy from his uncle
Ben, and now 70 have 70 let il out before
all the town. Twas too bad. In all
this Bop sympathized deeply. But try
ing as il was, he thought j, best TO 60, as
he said according TO TAO.
Bus," said Copperas deploring. !"
cant cry about il, and uncle Ben don't
want me to-
Cans cry!' said the host. put upon
new track, "why, God bless you, its
matter Of nothing, when nobody Is there
to object. But when there is objection.
/ grant i, ain, altogether SO pleasant.
There was Joe Stokes you know d joe
used 10 live on Beverdam. Fine young
man too. When he was married, the kin 1
objected, and when he went TO make his
on. cry, i, was about this time OF day, and
he had TO cry spang till breakfast before ne
conld worry them out"
"And did he worry 'em out at Iast!"
said Copperas, in some anxiety
:. Worry them out I'll reckon he did,
and told them to bring in any friend they
had. and he could out cry the whole HI,
and bilin' of 'em, aud il thai didn't satisfy
them, he could make them feel the points
Of his Eve big knuekles besides. Bot in
your case you have 10 hollow out good
deal, what you are after. and afterwards
cry some-a little will do
Copperas' metlle was now fairly up. and
he sprang with the utm0st slscraty upon
The Court House steps, and beloved on.
at the top of his voice -
). I'm come after a license I"
Everybody rushed out, aud there ne
stood roaring away
III cose ArrEK LacENsE !"