The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1845-03-13

10 bother us, making our house a hell upon
earth, and Fighting US out of seven senses.
But, in the midst of my dreadful surmises,
when all was still so that you might have
heared a pin drop, a northumberland,
came to the door, on which recovering my
senses, | dreaded first that it was the death
chap, and syne that the affair had got wind,
aud that was the beagles com in search OF
me SO kissed the little Benjie, who was si,-=
ting on his creepie, clubbering and greet,
ing for his parritch while a tear stood in my
own ee, as | went forward TO liftthe sneck
to let the officers, | supposed, barrie our
house, BIS carrying off me, its master, but it
was, thank heaven, only Fannie Bodkin,
coming in whisfling 10 his work, with some
measuring papers hanging round his neck.
sAh, Tammie,' said | to him, my heart
warming at a kent face, and making the lad
die, although my bounden servant by a reg
ular iddenture of five years, a friend in my
need, scome in my mani | fear Ye'li hae 10
take charge of the business for some time
TO come, mind what | teIfd ye about the
shaping and the cutting, and no making the
guse ower warm; as | doubt ! am about 10
be harled away 10 the tolboot.'
Tammie's heart swelled to his MOUTH
sAh, maister,' said he, 'ye're joking
What should ye have done, that ye should
ta'en to sic an places?
sAy, Tammie, lad,' answered I, st is but
over true.'
sWeel, weel,' quo.h Tammie, | really
thought it a great deal of the laddie-'weel,
weel, they Gamma prevent me coming 10 sew
beside ye; and if | can take the measure
of customers without, ye can cut the
claith within. But telld me hat is't for
mastery
Some ia here,' said I to him, sand be-
lieve your ain cen Tammie, my man,
'Losh me-! cried the poor laddie, Glowing
at the bloody face of the man in The bed.
Ay-ay--ay! master; save US master;--ay
-ay-ay you have ma clowered his harnpan
with the guse?Ay, master. wllaten unearih-
ly sight! doubt they'll hang Us a.; you
for dolng't-and me on suspicion--and Ben
ie as all aud part, puir thing. Bal I'll rim
for The doctor. viii | maister?'
The thought had never struck me before,
Ibeing in a SORT of manner dung stupid; but
catching up the word, | said with all my pith
and bir, Rim, rim, Tammie, rim for life and
death
fannie bolted like a nine-year-old, new
er looking bshind his tail: SO. in lesa4ke-
ea nA.aatss, he returned, hauling along DR..
Peelbox, whom he had awakened out of his
bed, by the lug and horn, at the very time !
was trying TO quiet young Benjie, who was
following me up and down the house, as |
Was pacing to and fro in distraction, grinning
and whining for his breakfast.
Bad business, bad business, bless US, what
is this?' said the old Doctor, starting at Mag.
neezhy's bloody face through his silyerspec-
lacles--'What's the matter?'
The poor patient knew at once his mas
ter's tongue, and, lifting up one ofEis eyes,
the other being stiff and barked down, said
iu a melancholy voice, 'Ah, master do spec
you think Fll get better?'
Doctor Peelbox, old man as he wal
started back as if he had been a French
dancing master, or had stamped on a hot box
of iron.
'Tom, Tom, is this you? what in the name
of wonder, has done this?' Then feeling
his wrist---'but your pulse is quite good
have you fallen my boy? Where is the
blood coming from?'
Somewhere about the hairy scalp an
swered Tom Magneezhy, in their own sort
of lingo. | believe some artery's GU
Thought
The Doctor Immediately babe him lie
quiet and hush, as he was getting a needle
and thread ready TO sew il up; ordering me
to have a basin and water ready, to wash the
poor lads physog. did so as hard as | was
| ahio fhnT1nh tuac NJ mr. ohnt1f tho Hood
old Doctor Peelbox watching over my
shoulders with a lighted penny candle il
one hand and the needle and thread in the
other, to see where the blood spouted from
But were as draft as wise; SO he babe me
take my big sheers, and cut out all the hail
ON the fore part of the head as bare as my
loot; and syne we washed and better wash
ed; so MagneeZhy got the other eye up
when the barked blood was loosed; looking,
through as pale as a clean shirt, more fright
! ened than hurt; until it became plain TO us
4 all first TO the doctor syne TO me, and synt
TO Tammie Bodkin, and last of all to Mag
i, neezhy himself, that his skin was not so mucl
' as peeled. So we helped him out of bed
\ blishe was | to see the lad stand ON the foo
$ without a hold, on his own feet.
L ola my oeSt 10 cieah MS nechClotn dhe
, shirt of the blood, making himlook as decent
n ish as possible, considering circumstances
Q and lending him as the scripture command
, my tartan maud to hide the infrmity of hi
n bloody trowsers and waistcoat. Home wen
: he and his master together; me standing a
$ our close mouth, wishing them a good morn
g ing, and blithe 10 see their backs. Indeed
= a condemned thief with a rope about hi
neck, and the white ccwl tied over his eel
d TO say nothing of his hands yerked togethe
u behind his back. and ON the nick OF beln,