The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1846-03-07

sprung I'D Ills lceL outright.
Tll tell you what, young woman-ahem!
young woman-mistress pretty speech--l
tell you don't want that coat. hate new
coats; they always pinch and set fellow up
like pound ofstarch, and-I should feel like
n gentleman in a new coat,and object TO be-
ing gentleman; couldn't condescend.'
| BY the time Rug had delivered hmsefOf
his speech, he was at the door.
But the CLOTH MIR Raffies Don't 60 away
without the CLOTH exclaimed. dame Gaskill,
following her queer customer with the pack
age. Don't bother me with the cloth, dame,
dye think Pam an Grand boy to he running
about the streets with bundles? Out of my
way and take the cloth back into the house!
But look'eeIo ld woman, some folks say ! am
the devil and so look out how you put your
fingers inside that bundle. Its-it's,' and by
this time Rug Rallies was clumbcriug up the
hill, very nearly breathless, Sits for Nelly bly,
to buy paints with
a new coatp soliloquized Rug, as he seat
ed himself on the front steps of the nearest
grocery: "A new coat must be terrible bore.
| | shouldn't sit down so easy-like in it as do
in YOU, old friend and he Rugged his seedy
sattinet as in all probability he wonld have
Rugged sweetheart. How strangely my
elbows would feel in n rev coat, poor things!
as fixed up as | used to feel when grandma
ma took me visiting: and my shoulders too
they are free born citizens, and never de-
sired putting in the socks, not they. But
what william old Bly, must be! The gill
would actually have got the blind side OF me,
if would have let her--but then it isn't i'll
the nature of us laughing philosophers to
mind much about the weeper. Poor thing!
how piliftlly she talks oftliat rascally husband
of hers, and he leads hera dogs life, I've 10
doubt. It's fancy some husbands have TO
beat and bruise about, as though there was
no body in the big world but themselves; and
I'm glad Pve kept clear Penn. I'm glad,
mean, that don't hapI en- 10 have wife to
tyrannize over, for should be a shocking bad
fellow in that case. know should. Wouldn't
| flourish my shileah, though? Hurra"
After making grand flourish, and explain
ing TO the uquisitive bystanders that he was
only cudgelling Mrs. Ruggles Rafiics that
was too be, our hero again seated himself on
the steps and Immediately fell INTO a state OF
profound meditation. Rug was apt 10 be con-
tCmplative when he was OF uproarousy So
cial, and as the result ofhis Eonderings was
apt to follow close on the heels OF his thought
fitness, no one ever offered penny for his
thoughts even. When the Lalf hour was pass
ed, Rug arose and shook himself like stump
son. Probably he was satisfied that his strel 9Th
was with him; for immediately his face Iut
on all its waggery; his halfshut pointed eyes
looked rs though made to pilter sermon s; his
mouth, which grew ustonishingly wide, held
II merry thought in each corner even his
large nose had an expression about II which
added not little TO the comic drolery OF his
phiz: and he alternately rubbed his hands
and Rugged himself with infinite satisfaction.
As soon as his first self-congratulations were
over, he began trundling himself along, the
street, his heavy locomotions seeming 10 find
the utmost difficulty in keeping pace with
him.
Farmer Ely had been more gruf' since IL
return ofhs daughter than ever. He was OBJ
ligcd TO employ men servants or rather geE
tlcmen helps) within doors, for no woman
would stay in his kitchen; and both house
and field were often witnesses to desperate
quarrcs between the employer and the SIM
poycd. On this day he was goiLg mis- usual
rounds among his workmen, when, as he
CHANGED 20 draw near a forest, his attention
was arrested by hearing his own name.
& say, uncle, should like to own this farm
of old Bly,
Yes, it is a fine farm; but little good does it
bring TO the owner He is the most misera-
BILE old wasp in existence; for, fool like, he
thought to sting his daughter, but instead of
that stung himselfa and has been smarting cv-
er since.'
But he has grand farm for all that
Yes, n grand farm; but what good will it
do him? They'll shovel his old bones into
the grave one of these days, aud his hard
earnings will go to Il ose who will be glad
the old pest is out of the way
Probably his pauTer daughter will come in
for share them
The listener ground his teeth and cleuch-
ed his fist. Perhaps he was enraged at the
thought of his money going to poor Nelly
Perhaps the idea of his daughters being n
pauper was new to him.
Not she; re urned the other voice, she's
pretty much done with money and pauper-
ism both, reckon; and he'll soon have her
ghost to worry him out of the world. can
tell you. She won't come near him now,
though she's starving, poor thing but bones
which have been iii the grave are not so nice
about such matters. She will haunt the old
knave, night and day, I'll warrant me-
'What a pity the miserable old Jew hasn't
a grand-child, since he's resolved TO disinher
it his daughter
'Ah, he might have had. n finer boy new
er gladdened mothers heart than little Har-
ry.'
Farmer BLY, gave sudden start and his
face changed 10 an ashen hue.
lit was strange thing enough for her to
name him after one who had treated her so
shameillly;but women will have queer no.
tons, and he was the very picture of his ras-
caly grandfather That was enough to
make Nelly hate him; but instead of that she
only loved him the more. Wolves and tigers
take care oftheir little ones, but old BLY, left
his TO starVe. 1t is well though that the ba-
by died, for the sooner such race become
extinct the better g.. ..'.. ....
and do you think that Tinsley is really
dyingP .#
NO doubt oft Three murders are a pref
ty heavy load for one mans conscience
Farmer BLY, unconsciously uttered groan;
hut the CONVERSATIONS, who seemed in no
kI-t ln -scnIlIll cnrtinnnI.