Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-03-01

Ah" oo, sdiu NlcS. uusliuS iiciscli
exultingly, with the basket; I'll lay
the cloth to once, father for | have bro't
the tripe in basin, and tied the basin
up in pocket handkerchief; ndifI like
to be proud for once, and spread that
for cloth, and call it cloth, there
is no law to prevet me; is there father?'
Not that know of my DEAR said
Toby. But they are always bring
ing up some new law or other,'
And according to what was read
ing you in the paper the other day,
fHther: what the Judge said, you know
we poor people are supposed to know
them all. IIa, ha. What a mistake.
My goodness me, how clever they
think us'
Yes, my DEAR cried Trotty; sand
they'd be found of any one orus that
did know 'em all. He'd grow fat upon
the work he'd get, that man, and be
popular with the genticfolks in his
neighborhood. Very much SOP
He'd eat his dinner with an appetite,
whoever he was, If it smelt like this,
said Meg, cheefully. Make haste, for
there's hot potato beside, and half a
pint Of fresh drawn beer in a bottle
Where will you dine, father? On the
Post, or on the Slips? Dear, dear, how
grand we arc. Two places to choose
'front.'
'The steps, TO day, my Pet said
Trotty. Steps in dry weather. Post
in wet weather. There's greater con-
veniency in the steps at all times, be-
cause of the sitting down; but they ser
rheumatic in the damp
'Tben hcre,' said Meg, clapping her
hands after a moments bustc; 'herc it
is all rerdy! And beautiful it looks.
Come, father. Comet
Since his discovery of the contents
ofthe basket, Trotty had been standing
looking at her--and had been speak
ing too-in an abstractcd manner
which showed that though she was the
object of his thoughts and ever, 10 the
exclusion Of even tripc, neither saw
nor though about her as she was at that
moment, but had before him some i'm
aginary rough sketch, or drama Of her
future life. Reused now,by her cheer
full summons, he shook off a melancholy
shake of the head which was ust
coming upon him, and trotted to her
side, As he was STOPPING to sit to, the
Chimes rang.
sAmen to the Bell, father?' cried
Mag.
They broke ir like a grace, my
DEAR said Trotty, lifting, his hat
They'd say good one, | am sure, if
they could. Many's the kind thing they
say TO me-
The Bells do, father! laughed Meg
as she set the basin and knife and
fork before him, 'Wcllp
Seem to, my pet said Trotty, fall
ling to with great vigor. 'And where's
the difference? if ! hear 'em, what
does it matter wheather they speak it
or not? Why, bless you, my DEAR said
Toby, pointing at the tower with his
fork, and becoming more animated un-
der the influence of his dinner, 'how
often have heard them bells say, To.
by Week, Toby Week, keep a good
heart Toby" A million times p
Morc!'
well, | ncvcrr cried Meg.
She had thought-over and over
again. For it was Toby's constant
topic.
Whcn things is very bad,' said rrot-
ty, 'very, bad indeed, ] mean; almost
at the worst; then it's Toby Week.
Toby Week, fob coming soon, Toby!
Toby Week, Toby Week, job coming
soon, Toby y that way
'And it comes, at last, father said
Meg, with touch of sadness in her
p'easantest voice.
Always answered the unconscious
Toby, never fails
While this discourse was holding,
Trotty made no pause in his attack upon
the savory meat before him, but cut
and ate, and cut and drank, and cut
and chewcd, and lodged about from
tripe to hot potatoe, and from hot Pota-
toe back again to tripe, with an I'M
cteous and unfagging now to look all
around the strect-in case any one
should be reckoning from any door or
window, for porter-his eyes. in COM
ing back again, encountered Meg, sit