Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-04-05
VOL. Ill.


mo- said Tugby, 'no, not particu-
lar, l am little elevated: the mullins
came so patn
With that, he chocklcd till he was
black ia the face; and had so much
ado to become any other color, that
his fat legs took the strangest excurs-
ions in the air. Nor were they reduced
to anything like dccorum, until Mrs.
Tugby had thumped him violently on
the back, and shaken him as if he were
great bottle.
Good gracious goodness, lord a MGR
CIV bless and save the mani cried Mrs.
Tugby, in great terror. What's he
doing?'
Mr.. Tugby wiped his eyes, and faint
" repeated that he found himself lit
tie elevated.
Then don't be so again, that's a
dear good SOUL said Mrs. Tugby, if
you don't want to brighten me to death
with your struggling, choking and fight
ing
Mr.. Tugby said he would not but
his whole existence was fight, in
which, ifany judgment might be found
ed on the constantly increasing short
ness Of his breath, and the deepening
purple of his face, he was always get
ting the worst of it.
$50 it's blowing and slccting and
threatening snow; and is dark and very
cold, is il my dear;' said Mr.. Tugby.
looking at the fire.
Hard weather, indeed returned
his wife, shaking her head.
AYE, aye! Years. said Mr.. Tugby
"a are Ike Christians in that respect.
Some of 'em die hard; and some OF ZEN
die easy; this one hasn't many days
to run. and is making fight for it. |
like him all the better. There's a
customer, my love-
Attentive to the rafting door, Mrs.
Tugby had already risen.
Now then! said that lady, passing
out into the little shop, whats wanted?
Oh, l beg your pardon, Sir, Pm sure
| didn't think it was you
She made this apology to gentle
man in black, who with his wristbands
tucked up, and his hat cooked lounge
ingIy one side. sat down astride on the
table beer barrel, and nodded in re-
turn.
This is bad business, up stairs,
Mrs. 'Tugby,' said the gentleman The
man can't live
Not tbs back attic can't,-cricd
Tugby, coming out into the shop TO
join the conference.
The back attic, Mr.. Tugby,' said
the gentleman, is coming down stairs
fast; he will be below the basement
soon.'
Looking by turns at Tugby and his
wife, he sounded the barrel with his
knuckles for the depth of beer, and
having found it, played a tune on the
empty part.
The back attick, Mr.. Tugby, said
the gentleman Tugby having stood in
silent CONSERVATION for some time, 8 is
going.'
'Thcn said Tngby, turning to his
wife, he must go you know before he
is gonc.'
Il don't think you can move him.
said the gentleman shaking his head,
i wouldn't take the responsibility of
saying it could be done myself. You
had better leave him where he is. He
can't live long
He is going to die here after all.'-
Said Tugby, here in our house.
And where should he have died,
Tugby p Cried his wife.
In the work-house,' he returned.
sWhat are work. houses made forP
Not for that cried Mrs. Tugby,
with great energy. 'Not for that
Neither did Imarry you for that. Don't
think of it, Tugby, ] won't have it
won't allow it. I'd be separated
first and never see your face again.
When my widows name stood over
the door, as it did for many, many
years, this house being known as Mrs.
ChickenstaIker's far and wide, and new
er known but to its honest credit and
its good report; when my widows name
stood over that door, iugoy, knew
him as a handsome. steady, manly. in
youth !; knew her as the
sweetest looking, sweetest tempered
girl, eyes ever saw; | knew her father,
poor old creeter. he tell down from the
stcenle walking in his sleep and killed