Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1846-07-25
pent up earth quake, is tearing this fond soul to

As soon as the young folks arc little tired
Of his stomp down, guess they'll be after fal.
ling 10 work on the mince pics and mulled
cider, which are laid out in the next room. So
do you start to 60 home after this, but come
back as soon as you hear Jack stop his fiddle |;
give rap on the window, and will b. here
to meet you for oil the rest will be in the
other room, aud too busy eating and drinking to
watch me!
was about to vent my thanks, when look
OF hers put me on my guard, and with difficult.
ty restra ined their expression. opportu.
nifty soon presented tselfto leave the company.
pleaded business, and made how. Af,er
gaining the garden gate, I looked up at the
moon and thought it never shone more beaut.
fol; every thing was 20 pure and soft and calm,
felt ss if could gaze forever. At length step
approached it was my vale; Simon, whom
ordered TO stop for orders about this hour. To
him communicated my little arrangement,
and settled that he should go buck with me to
the house, as his presence might be necessary
in case Patience should consent to an immedi.
ate elopment.
The fiddle ceased Oh love. Oh rapture !
born on my ark Of promise, like the wondering
dove ofArrarat, curbed my impatience for
few moments, as matter of precsution, and
then tapped on a pane Of glass. The door open.
cd almost Immediately.
Hush ! said Patience, come in gently; they
arc oil at the good things but who is thisr
Divine essence offcmsle beauty and condes
cension.' replied /, only my trusty servant 81.
mon.'
We walked in tip. tip, tip-as soft as mice
after cheese seized the hand OF Patience
and covered il with kisses; she was yielding
and loving. Afler reiteration of my love
proposed immediate fight-to which she re-.
piled:
'Ah sir, you must be generous; hut are you
not about to deceive a poor simple country
girl,'
mo, by heaven. exclaimed, may perish
II ever plant in that bosom a thorn.'
We'll them said she, let me s,eal sly;y up
stairs. and get bundle, aud will be down in
a minute should you hear any body coming,
hide-but don't 60 out of doors, as they may
SEQ you from the window
On she went like winged messenger Of
life, and was in an ecs'acy Of joy-she how.
ever. instantly returned, almos. brcathless, cx.
claiming:
Hide. hide, cousin Jack Peabody's coming,
and if he sees you. we're done up ss 81 ok as
bee in clover time without honey bag hide
hide!
Where where let me 20 out OF DOORS
NO no. some Of them are looking ont of the
window. thinking they heard the dogs bark.
We'll, where the deuce shall hide!'
And where ! 7 echoed Simon.
u have it, have got it, esid Patience
such an ides, here get into this large p,ten,
churn that Jack sent home ,o,hsr day it's large
enough to hold two Of you
] strenuously objected, but at last the sound
Of approaching footsteps warned me that M
time was to be lost, and in spite of bran new
suit of black clothes that adorned my outwart
man, plunged in. and babe Simon follow: bu
the poor fellow couldn't pack down with me
end we were reduced to second stand.
up the chimney, up the chimney sai,
Patience, and Simon scrambled. leaving many
spot Of SCOT upon his white pants and blue round
about.
Scarcely had we esconced ourselves snugly
when the door opened, and in the whole part,
rushed. arguing and betting High above al
the rest was heard the voice of cousin Jack.
4 tell you its the tsrnalest fine churn 70,
ever did see. and Sy may say what he chooses
but he ain't going to bulge me one inch from
the consait I've got Of the patent; so now bacl
again.
well Jack, reiorted Sy, you needn't carry
skirth 90 long-don't know something sbou
churns; sin't an uncle of mine in Connecticn
got mill, and il you pm, cedar post in at on,
end, it will turn out paten churn at the other
So now, back sgain.'
But boys said another voice, the proof O
the pudding is eating the bag,--so let'stry Jack
churn. Patience, run and bring the large la
sin of cream. and tell Dorothy to light q fire
that we may null some more cider-quicl
now.
My heart was beating against my ribs, wa
in trap; but cogi,ation was out of the ques
tion there was. and the cream of the jok'
was. there had to remain.-I soon heard Jscl
exclaim.
'Ah, here comes the cream-now Sy, taxi
of the kiver, and Patience, help me to cant owe