Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1847-05-25


creations finishin' touch-so didIl 'Oui,
sare,' says old Fecho, she vair fiRe lestel
gal, von angel wizout dc viRg; she is,
sAir, mine only Won file"
- well, she 10 q scrouger,' answered
/; q parfect high pressure, and no dis.
pute !
"'Vat you mean by him, eA vat you
call s.c.r-r-r-Ougs, Ell? vat is he, saiE !;
my leetel galno vat you call Won s.c-I-r-r.
ouge, sairl' and here old Fecho went off
into mad fit, jest as Of I'd called her bad
names. l tried to put down his safety
valve,' but he would blow off his wrath !;
AID. workin' himself into parfect freshet
of rage, he swoTe he would take the little
gal offhome and I'm blessed efbe didn't.
As soon as eyed the old felIsr star,in'
got in his wake and follered him, detar-
mined to find out whar he located and
arter "a etsrnal long windin' through one
street AFTER another, down he dived into
French Hollow. Jest as he var about to
enter house built agin the side of the
hill. the old fellar heerd my footsteps, and
turnin' round in the darkness he shouted
"'Ah, ha ven sneak Yankee doodel,
vat call my lsetel gal Won s.c.r.r.r.ouger.
| shall cut you all up into one lestel piece
vidout Won WHOLE
"You know, beys, Amt easy skesr'd,
but | own up that old fellar did kind q
make me sksery; they told SIGH stories
about the way he used to skin Ingins, that
| gin to think it was about best to let him
have both sides Of the channel ef he want
ed it, so didn't darr to 60 see Marie fur
a long spell. One day l felt strong han
KERN, and jest strOlled along the heller to
git glimpse on her, and, sure enough
thar she wur, leanin' out the winder,
smilin' like the mornin' sun on Q sleepin'
bayou. sided up to the house, and asked
her eff darr cum and sit up with her that
evsnin'. / told her l was jest fritterin'
away all to nothin' thinkin' on her, and
small mite of ceurtin' would spur me up
amazin'; and then gin her SIGH look,
that she futtersd into consent az easy as
q mockia' bird histles.
"'Oh, oui, you shall como some time
dis night, when mon pere is gone to de
cabaret but you must be vair quiet as
Won leetle rat, vat dey call de mouse, and
go way before he come back to de maison.
Gin course promised to do jest as she
said. kissed nay hand to her, and SAID
'dur raUoir' as the French say for good
by, and then padded off to wait for night.
felt wuss than Uneasy until the time ar
riv,and when it did git round gin to crawl
all oVer-I swar | was q leetIe skeered.
Hows'ever, it warn't manly to back out
now when the gal was expectin' me, so
started for the Hollow. l think darker
night was never mixed up and spread over
this yearth-you remembers, Bill, the night
you stored the old Eagle square into the
bank at Millikin's bend? well, il were
jest mite darker than that A muddy
run winds along thro' the ravins whar the
house stands, and wur particularly near
fioppin' into it several times. A piece of
candle in the window lighted me to whar
the little gal was waitin', and when l
tapped attAe door below she battered down
and piloted me up TO the sitlin' room, whar
we sot down and took good look at each
other. She looked poOty enough to tempt
fellar to bite piece out on her. l had
ell sorts Of good things made up to say
when a chance offered, and here the
chance wur, but cuss me ef could get
out the fust mutter. Whether it wur skeer
at the idee of the old Frenchman, or q
bilin' up of affecshun fur his darler that
stuck my throat so tight, I'm unable to swar
but thar wur, like boat fast on sand
bar, BLOWN some, but maxim nifty little
Roadway.
awaits de mattair wiz you, MounseerP
said Marie you look vair much like de
leaf in Won grand storm, all ovair wiz de
shake =
"tWsll,' says /, 4 do feel a. Of | wur
about to collapse fue, or bust my biler,
fer the fact Of the msrter is, Marie, they
say your old daddy's tiger, and eff git
caught here shar'll be suthin' broke-a
buEyin' instead of q weddin'; not that I'm
the least mite skeered fur myself, but the
old man might git hurt, and / should be
fiettsd to do any sech thing
"'Oh, mon annie, nevair be fear fur him,
he il Won great, strong as vat you call de
gentleman cow ?-von bull-but, mon
Dieul what shall do wiz you, suppose
ne come, eh? He will cut you into bits
ell oyair!'
".But. my angel, seal 'he shan't ketch
me, fur I'll streak it like fast boat, the
moment / hear steam from his scape. pipe
the old man might az well try to catch
9 Mississippi catty with q thread line, as
git his fingers On me- had no sooner
said so, than bang went the deor below,
and old Fecho. juicy rs = melon, came
feslin' his way up stairs, mutteFin' like q
small piece of fat thunder, and SWARM in
French orfully. ] knowed thar warns
much time to spare, so histed the winder
and backed out. Jest Is ! was about to
drop, Marie says to me-'Oh, mon Dieu