Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1847-01-29
VOLUME 13----NUMBER 16.

past the Time bime-by Tor slch things 'Iisn't a.
if we was poor and couldn't afford il; for vou
know, Mr.. Brown, you pay the largest tax Of any
body in town, and can afford to give the children
chance to be something in the world as well as
not. And as for living in this kind of way any
longer, I've no notion ont"
Mrs. Brown knew how to follow up an advan.
iage. She had got her husband upon the retreat
IN the onset moment before, in reference to Jim
my's absence, and the closing part of the last
speech, which was uttered with an energy and
determination, Of which Squire Brown knew TOO
well the import to disregard il. Perceiving that
storm was brewing that would burst upon his
head with tremendous power if he did not take
care 10 avoid it, he finished his supper with all
convenient despatch, rose from the table, put on
his great coat and hat, and marched deliberately
over TO Gibbs tavern. Mrs. Brown knew at once
that she had won the victory and that they should
have singing-school. The children also had
become so well versed in the science of their
mothers tactics that they understood the same
thing, and Immediately began to discuss matters
preparatory to attending the school.
Miss Jerusha said she must have her new cali
co gown made right up, the next day; and her
mother said she should, and David might 90 right
over after Betscy Davis, to come TO work on it
next morning.
"How delightful it will be to have singing.
school, said Miss Jerusha, "Jimmy, what sort Of
a looking man is Mr.. Crotchetl'
"Oh, he is a slick kind oflookIng man." said
Jimmy.
SIS he young man, or married mani" inqui-
red Miss Jerusha.
"llo! married! no; guess he isn't" said Jim
my, 81 don't believe he's more than twenty years
old.
"Poh; don't believe that story said Miss Je-
rusha, a singing-master must be as much as
twenty-five years old, know. How is he dres-
sed! Isn't he dressed quite genteell'
"Oh he's dressed pretty slick!' said Jimmy
"Well that's what makes him look so Young"
said Miss Jerusha, 81 dare say he's as much as
twenty-five years old; don't you think he is
motherl"
"Well, | think it's pretty likely he is, said Mrs.
Brown; singing-maSterS are generally about that
age"
"How does he look!" said Miss Jcrusha; sis he
handsome!"
"He's handsome enough" said Jimmy, "only
he's got a red head and feeckly face"
"Now Jim, | don't believe word you say
You are saying this, only just to plague NE,'
To understand the propriety Of the last remark
of Miss Jerusha, the reader should be informed
that for the last ten years she had looked upon
every young man who came into the place, as
her own peculiar properly, And in all cases, in
order TO obtain posessesson Of her aforesaid prop
erty, she had adopted prompt measures, and pur-
sued them with diligence worthy Of all praise.
"No amt neither" said Jimmy, 81 say he is
got red head and freckly face.'
"La, well," said Mrs Brown, "what if he has?
I'm sure red head don't look bad, and one of
the handsomest men that ever saw had freck-
ly face"
"Well, Jimmy how large is hel Is he a tall
man, or short mani" said Miss JuruSha.
"Why, he isn't bigger round than be-" said
Jimmy; and guess he isn't quite as tall as hay
yole; but he's so tall he has to stoop whenever he
goes into the door,"
So far from adding to the shock, which Miss
Jerusha's nerves had already received from the
account of the red head and freckIy face, this
last piece ofintclligence was on the whole rather
consolatory; for she lacked but an inch and a
half of six feet in height herself.
"Well, Jimmy" said Miss Jerusha. "when he
stands up, take him altogether, isn't he a good
looking young mani"
81 don't know any thing about that" said Jim
my; she looks the most like the tongs in the
middle, Of any thing can think Of"
''Long legs and crooked thigs,
Little head and no eyes,"
"There, Jim, you little plague" said Miss Je-
rusha, "you shall go right to bed If you don't
leave off your nonsense. won't hear another
word of it,"
81 don't care if you WON'T" said Jimmy, "it's
true every word Of it,"
"What! then the singing-master has got no
eyes, has he?" said Miss Jerusha; "thats "a pref
ty story"
81 don't mean he hasn't got no eyes at all"
said Jimmy, "only his eyes are dreadful little,
and you can't see but one of 'em 10 time neither,
they're twisted round so."
"a little cross-eyed, | s'pose,' said Mrs. Brown,
''that's all, don't think that hurts the looks of
man bit; it only makes him look little sho:rp-
er"
While these things were transpiring at Mr..
Browns, matters of weight and importaD ce were
discussed at the tavern. About dozen of the
neighbors had collected there early in the eve
ming, annd every one, as he found Mr. Christie
pher Crochet, from QuaVertown, was in the viii
iage, was for having singng-school forthwith,
cost what it would. They accordingly proceed
ed at once to ascertain Mr.. C's. terms His pro-
posals were, to keep twenty evenings for twenty
dolals and found, or for thirty dollars and board
himself. The school to be kept three evenings
in week. A subscription paper was opened,
and the sum of fifteen dollars was at last made
up. But that was the extent to which they could
go-not another dollar could be raised Much
anxiety was now felt for the arrival of Squire
Brown, for the question of school or no school
depended entirely on him.
esquire Browns got money enough" said Mr..
Gibbs, "and if he only has the will, we shall
have a school,"
mot exactly" said Mr.. Jones if Mrs Brown
has the will, we shall have school, let the
Suuire's will be what it may.'