The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1845-08-12

/ MINK lneTe is not InuCn DOOt between lneHl
e Any how, they are SO nigh matched that the,
It have hated and despised each other like rank
= poison ever since they were school girls
II Squire Jones had got his evening fire on
e and set himself down TO reading the grea
k bible, when he heard a rap at his door,
= "Walk in,-Well John, howder do? Gi
k out, Pompey. Pretty well, thank ye
Squire, and how do you do? Why, so as tc
: be crawling-ye ugly beast, will ye hold yel
= yop-haul up chair, and set down, john ,
] How do you do, Mrs. Jones? o, middn'
how's yer marm? Don't forget the mat
! there, Mr.. Beedle. This put me in mind
| that had been off soundings several times
in the long muddy lane, and my boots were
in sweet pickle.
1t was now old Captain Jones' turn, the
grandfather Being reused from doze by
the hustle and racket, he opened both his
eyes, at first with wonder and astonishment.
AT last he began to hallor 60 loud that you
might hear him mile; for he takes it for
granted that every body is just exactly as
: deaf as he is.
"Who is it, say, who in the world is itg"
Mrs. Jones going close to his ear, screamed
out, "lt's Johnny Beedle." Ho-Johnny
Beedle. remember he was one summer
at the siege of Boston," "No, no, father,
bless your heart, that was his grandfather,
that's been dead and gone this twenty years."
Ho; but where does he come from? Daown
taown And what does he follow for lvin? ?"
And he did not stop asking questions, after
this sort, till all the particulars Of the Beedle
family were published and proclaimed in
Mrs. Jones' last screech. He then sunk
into his doze again.
The dog stretched himself before one
andiron; the cat squat down upon The other.
Silence came OH by degree, like calm snow
storm, till nothing was heard but criket
under the hearth, keeping tune with sappy
yellow birch forestick. Sally sat up prim, as
if she were pinned to the chair back; her
hands crossed genteelly upon her lap, and
her eyes looking straight into the fine
Nanny Jones tried to straighten herself TOO,
and laid her hands across in 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 keep
ing Sunday. Do what she would to keep
them quiet, they would BOUNCE up, uow and
then, and 60 through with the motions, in
spite of the fourth commandment. For my
part, sat looking very much like fool.
The more tried to say something, the more
my tongue stuck fast. put my right leg
over my left, chem" Then changed, and
put the left over the right. 1t was no use
the silence kept coming on thicker and thick
er. The drops of sweat began to crawl all
over me. | got my eye upon my hat, hang
ing on peg on the road to the door; and
then | eyed the door. AT this moment the
old Captain all at once sung out, "Johnny
Beedle!" 1t sounded like clap of thunder,
and started right up an end.
"Johnny Beedle, you'll never handle such I
a drumstick as your father did, if yer live to
the age of Methusaler. He would toss up {
his drumstrck, and while it was whirlin' in
the air, take off a gillner rum, and the ketch
it as it came down, without losin' stroke in
the tune. What dye think of that, ha?-
But scul your chair round, close along side
er me, so yer can hear. Now, what have
youcome a'ler? later? o, jest taken'
walk. Pleasant walkin' guess. mean
jest to see how you all do. Ho. That's
another lie. You've come courtin', John
ny Beedle; you're after our Sal. Say, now,
dye want to marry or only to court?"
This was what | call a choaker. Poor
Sally made but one jump and landed in the
middle of the kitchen; and then she skulked
in the dark corner, till the old man, after
laughing himself into hopping cough, was
put TO bed. :
Then came apples and cider; and the ice
being broke, plenty chat with nanny Jones
about the minister and the sarmon."
agreed with her to a nicely upon all the
points of doctrine; but Ihad forgot the text
and all the heads of the discourse, but six. I
Then she teased and tormented me to tell
who accounted the best singer in the gal
lery, that day. But mum-there was no get ,
ting that out of me. Praise 10 the face is |
often disgrace" says 7, throwing sly squint a
1t Sally {
At, last, Mrs. Jones lighted t'other candle;
md after charging Sally to look well to the '
ire, she led the way 10 bed, and the Squire /
gathered up his shoes and stockings and fol-
owed. e
Sally and were left sitting good yard C
part, honest measure. For fear of getting b
again set right in with steady
tream of talk l told her all the particulars
bout the weather that was past, and also Il
ome pretty cute guesses at what it was like c
o be in future. At first, gave a hitch up
With my chair at every full stop. Then grow
ng saucy, repeated it at every comma, il
nd semicolon; and at last, it was hitch h
itch, hitch and planted myself fast by the
ide of her.
81 swow, Sally, you looked so plaguey h
andsome to-day, that I wanted TO eat you le
p" "Pshaw, git along you," says she. Il
Iy hand had crept along, somehow, upon its