Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1846-02-14


way. even before the honeymoon is over-be.
gins to show "No. 9" that she 10 to be Caudled,
and not to Caudle. and, in the course Of these
twelve new chapters, furnishes forth abundant !
proof that his mo. l" had set him an example |
which he meant to follow, by turning the tables
on his "No g."
Here are the FIRST two chapters:
Mr.. CAUDLE,s BREAKFAST TALK.
CHAPTER /.
Ho,O Mr.. Caudle married Miss Prettyman, !
and hop he "nagged" her to death.
When Harry Prettyman saw the very superb
funeral of Mrs. Coude-Prettyman attended as
muurner, and was particularly jolly in the coach
he observed tina; the disconsolate widower
showed that above all men he knew how to
make the best Of a bad bargain. The remark,
as the dear deceased would have said, was un.
manly, brutal but quite like that Prettyman.
The same scoffer, when Caudle declared he
should never cease to weep replied, He was
very sorry TO hear it for it must raise the price
of onions. 1t was not enough to help to break
,
over the precious pieces.
The funeral, we repeat, was remarkably
handsome; in Prettyman's words, nothing could
be more satisfactory. Caude spoke Of monu.
ment Whereupon, Pre,tyman suggested
Death gathering Nettle, e,'-Caudle-the act
did equal honor to his brain and his bosom--re.
jected it,
Mr.. Candle attended by many of his friends,
returned to his widowed home in loerabe spi.
rits. Prettyman said, jocosely pokng his two
6rgers in Csudle's ribs. that in week he'd look
quite tulip Caudle merily replied--he could
hardly hope it.
Pre,tymans mirth, however communicated
itself tothe company, and in very little time
the meeting took the air of a very pleasant par.
ty. Somehow, Miss Pretyman presided at
the tea.,abc. There WAS ir her manner
charming mixture ofgrace, dignity. and conf.
dence-a beautiful black swan. Pretyman,
| by the wnv whispered TO a friend that there was
| Just this difference between Mrs. Caudlc and his
siser-'Mrs Caudle was great goose, where
| hs SaTdn was llllle OucR. e VIII not swear
thai Caude did not overhesr the words for "a
he resignedly stirred his tea, lie looked at the
lady at the head Of the table, smiled and sighed
It was odd but wn.nen are 30 apt; Miss
Pretyman seemed as familiar with Caudle's sill
yer tea pot, as with her own silver ,hrmble
| With a smile upon her face, like the butter on
the mullins, she handed Caudle his tea.cup.
Caudle would, now and then. ubstractedly cast
his eye above the mantlepiece. There was Mrs
Caudle's portrait. Whereupon, Miss Pretty
man would say, You must take comfort. Mr..
Caudle, indeed you must At length Mr.. Cuu.
die replied 4 will, Miss Prettyman.'
What then passed through Csudle's brain we
know not; but this we know; in a twelve.
month and week from that day, Sarah Pret-
lyman was Caudle's second wife. Mrs. Can.
die, number two. Poor thing!
CHAPTER II.
How Mr.. Caudie begins 10 shcp something 'of
the Fiend hai's in him
III is rather extraordinary, Mrs Caudle, that
we have now been married four eeks--l don't
exactly see what you have TO sigh about-and
yet you can't make me proper cup OF tea.
! However, don't know how could expect 1t.
There never was but one woman who could
make tea to my taste, and she is now in Heaven.
| Now, Mrs Caude, let me hear no crying. I'm
no, one Of the people to be melted by the tears
ofa woman; for you can all cry-aIl of you-at
minutes notice. The waters always laid on,
and down II comes IT a man only holds up his
finger.
"You didn't think I could be so brutal
! That's it.-Let man speak, and he's brutal lbs
woman's first duty to make decent cup OF tea.
! What do you think marrad you for! It's all
very wei. with your tanibor-work and such 'rum-
perry You can make butterflies on kettle
holders, bnt you can't make pudding, ma'am
/ II be bound not.
'Of course, as usual, you've given ne the
corner.roll because you know hate corner.
roll. ! did think you must have seen that !
did hope should not be obliged TO speak on SO
pal,ry suhiect-but It's no use to hope to be
mild with you | see that's hopeless.
And what herring And you cal. il a bloa-
ter. suppose Ha there pds woman who
had an eye for a bloater. but-sainted creature!
she's here no longer. You irish she Vas ?
Oh, understand that. I'm sure if any body
should wish her back it's-but she was too coed
for me. when I'm gone, CandIe'-she used
To say-fhen you'll know the wife | was to you ;
And now do know IL.