Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-09-17
THE OCUs- POCU s.
By merrill C. YOUNG,

By merrill C. YOUNG.
Partly concealed within the border of a wood,
which skirts scene where prairie.
sStreched in boundess beauty lies"
is situated charming little cottage, nestled in
shade aud the secluson beneath the foliage OF
overshad Allowing boughs. On the piazza IN front
Of this DIV cling, a venerable sucker, (named Tor
donl was seated Que summer afternoon, building
dreams of thrift as he surveyed his plantation,-
euameied with heavy crops ripening iuto plenty.
Now as our sweetest dreams are feetest andquick-
est to close, it Is not strange thul has, although
pleasant, were soon terminated by somo one shou
Ting -
"Hallo, old dad"
Halo yourself and diskicer how it feels he
retorted, and turning simultaneously with his :e-
ply, his eye fell upon a young man, stranger to
him, leaning on the yard fence.
'Xcuse me- said the stranger; 'may be you
mought be so clever as to tell chap who owns
that're wheat field up side the timber, won't
you?
Wall. | will / ownit!'
Dew say said the stranger. But amt it NIGH
ly cute that you allow four legged ANIMALS and
sick critters 10 be in it
Il DON'T said Gordon.
i seen boss in it though as kun along re-
WdIheu Tue stdDSeT, uryIy.
"A boss in my wheat! exclaimed the Sucker.
Zangs and lightning Here Butcher! Santa
Anna, he-e.re, hre-e.'
His call had the effect to bring forth two dogs,
one hound. with legs half as long as an Eastern
Schoolmasier's the other bull, the peculiar quirk
of whose under jaw might lead you to missrust
that he was ever fond of what the knowing ones
call the "grab game" Attended with these, he
trotted off IN shot haste" the dogs wagging their
tails as their old master wagged his tongue urging
them TO pursue. -e
The young stranger after wagging his chin
| little awry, and INDUCING in light laugh that
made him look suspiciousIy waggish, walked TO
the collage door--and, then, without ceremony
into the parlor. Here, finding himself alone, he
commenced survey of the apartment. Before
ne had much leisure, however either 10 observe
or admire the taste and elegance combined in ev.
cry thing around HIM, he was en;ranced by a gush
OF rlch wild melody, succeeded by the sound of
light foot steps, and instantly fitted creature of
beauty and comlness into his presence. Oh! that
fair rosy checked damsel, the very personi6cation
of blilheness. She was startled though, when
heT soft blue eyes encountered the stranger; and
was hastily Withdrawing, in doing which, she
CHANGED to cast another glance-her coun.enance
changed from fright to gadness-she u,te ed the
name, Henry Leslie - and then ran--not out of
/ the door, but smack into the young strangers
arms. What an extraordinary act-in-fat-u-a-
ton. She let him-lst him--kiss her, too: and
listened to his impassonate language-why what
did the girl mean? Their conversation will per-
haps suffice to explain.
'Clarisse,' said the strnger, sClarisse. my beau
tful idol. have come, TO claim you for my own.
% Henry, | fear that our hopes will never
change to realities. love you. very, very much;
but my father disllkes you much because you are
Yankee lawyer. He is obstinate and will not
CONSENT and the rosy flush fed the ladys cheek
| DO not fear, Clarisse,' said Henry Leslie. Il
can and will remove his prejudice. know how to
work farm; and as he does not know me will
hire TO him under assumed name, and by the
merit of honest worth and virtue, win place in
his Affections 1852 $3.50
Their hopes excited. and consequently their
anxeties ued by the reasonabeness of this plan.
the two seated themselves the sofa and enjoyed
those bright, angeI.plulned delights with which a
reciprocal oflove inspires young hearts. When
} Gordon returned. however, he found the young
stranger alone. Clarisse having deemed it pru-
dent 10 retire at the sound of her fathers foosteps
Gorden was glad that the stranger had arried =
he wished 10 give him 'peaiing,' for he had sear>
ched the field over and found no horse.
'Now don't blame me, old man. said The Yam.
kee, for surer than my name is Dick Quirk seen
a boss, a dead one, in that're very wheat as
KUN along.
Oh but old Gorden waxed wroth at thus lear.
ming that he had been sent to drive mere skele.
ton from his field; yet the Yankee conrived to
calm his ruffled feelings, and hired himselto the
Sucker to 'dew thingsclosng the bargain with the
: impartial agreement that they might 'hocus pocus
one another as much as they pleased whereupor
Gorden tickled his inner self with the conceit tina
he would make our hero suffer for all the wrong:
he had endured from the Yankee trckery, ever
h from the time ofhis buying clock from Con
necticut pedler. which he said kept time backward
e down TO the period when the New York peufog-
!. ger wished 10 marry Clarisse.
+ Respecting Henry Leslie. he had been in early
e manhood an enterprlsing young Farmer endowed
with broad and beautiful domain. But being
r moreover gifted with peculiar and excellent
: smack of intellectual powers, he had been in
duced 10 forsake the natural avocation for one per