, 1844-02-17

lrosbit. when | went INTO the room.
Miss Marv turned round with one Of
the w~I,chinest smiles, with her hair
all fallen eve her rosy cheeks. look
n sweeter than the Iasses candy
what she had in her hand, and said,
'hre you mad at me, Maier?'
never was so tuck all aback--mv
throte felt like Id swallered a bundle
OF fodder, and ! couldn't speak 10
save me. don't know what would
took place if it hadn't bean for old
Miss Stations.
oh, TO. joseph amt mad with you
child. Their never was n quarrel De-
tween the Stallo1ses and the JoneSps
honey,and we've lived nsighbors lhi,
twenty years.
what made you think was mad
with you Miss Mary? ses !. Then
kind o stopped Il little and cleared
my throte. You know | never could
be mad with you.
q thought you was SEES she. 'cause
vol didn't come TO see US any more
sense that mite that mean old Crotch
EFT was here
When she sed that, do think she
looked h~andsumer than ever she did.
and she always locks Jest Ike that
beautiful gal what's scttin bv the
branch in the moonlight at head of the
'NisceIlenv.' We was all settin by
the pnrIcr fire. and the gals wss pull
lin Iasscs candy. Miss Ca'line AID
ne if | wouldn't pull some. felt so
qneerI didn't think bout nothin hut
Miss Mary. who was puilin a crate
big piece, rite close 70 me.
Take some, Majer.' seq she. 'and
pull it for me and I'll give you this
when its dore; ard she kind o look
ed side WAYS at me.
well. kuowitW be mighty sweet
ses | Jest rs was gwine 10 take u1
some out CT the dish.
Take care. Majer,' SOS she. Cts
dredtuI hot. Whnr's the spoon, Cloe.
ses she, as she WAS pnIljn away as
hard rs she could al a great big brite
rope Ct l%asscs.
'Oh never mind ses /. and in goes
my fingers rite into The almost bilrn
hot lasseS.-
.Eghr ses !, and ! pulled 'em out
quicker'n iigh;nin.
MY lord SEES Miss Kesiah, 'if the
Niajer hant burnt his fingers dredfuI.
Tha; lasses Is rite cut o the pot, ]
know. Ilant you got no better sense
Cloer
| couldn't help dancin a little and
grindin my teeth. and sl!ngin my fin.
gers, but | DIDN'T say nothm loud.
We'll, Miss Ca'ine tel me bring
sum more from de hi'chin, ses the
cussed Niger.
Oh, de-r!'se Mss Mary, I'm sor-
rv. Did you get much on Your fin
fers, Majerr
The tears was runnin Oh. o my
ewes, but ! didn't want 20 let on, for
fear It would make her feel lad.
80. no, not much, Il ant Ue1y bad
ses |. and the first thing knowed nay
was all plastered EEL with
It whar ! rubbed itoi 'em it burnt SO
bad.
They made old CIoe git a bssio Q:
water TO wash The lasses of, ard old
Miss StalIions got somo soft sope to
draw the fire ou:. md after a while ! '
so, down with the gals TO eat candy ,
and talk about Crochet. | tel! you
| iad tie game al my own
way this time. ! limited TO Miss Ma
nv that wGS sort o trnId Crotchett
was gwine to cut me out, and that 1 .
leei!e Jealous At first. and she ;
limited to ne hat | ought to knowed ,
than tina; ard that | oughtn't 10 :
expect her 10 show her feeIins for me
no palmer than she had done store, &
hat she only tuck Il little notice OF I
Crotchett. jest to try me. 10 see if | I
lid think any thing If her. q
Ny pen wont begin 10 tell my ieei- :
rs. never felt so full OF talk be- {
ore the gals afore in my life, and, |
in one or I've more heats, q .
mean the hot ~lasseS) I'll be a !
de to come 10 the pint. | know I'm )
est as good for old Miss Siai!ionses {
consent as a "Trip is for a ginger cake; !
and if Miss Mary amt toolin (you /
know these gals is mighty uncerialn)
think won't have no difficulty ia $
bringing all thing round as / want'm. q
No more from e
Your friend, ill death, s
JOS. JONES. G
P. S. | wish you ceuld come down E
PineviIle 10 Crismus. | don't thIIk q
will get married so soon as that, tut y
CWine 10 have GRAND flower q