Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1848-10-19

Number 33.

gone. 80 I'd seymour was going 10 fool
me, was he!-ha ha guess he'll find
me tough one, though; guess he can't be
fooled so easy neither and so deuced kind
Ia him. too to put me on my guard. He's
gentleman and no mistake"
The afternoon, dark and cloudy, soon
passed away, and after it came black night,
and black boy. Billy heard the message
of the latter with well counterfeited con
Germ for Jerima's illness, and bidding old
Isaac saddle his mare, was soon on the road
TO Jones'. .,.., .l. ,,.
The night was black indeed, and driz-
cling rain chilled his bones, but still he nut.
tered TO himself, as he slapped his arm TO-
gether, to accelerate the .tardy circulation,
"Cracky, how they'll! look, when they find
the waiting for them at Jones S'pose
they think FIN half way to Pinevie by
this time. Ha ha guess Jemima amt
gerry bad. They can't fool me !
why, bless my soul, Mr.. Keene, what
brought you here in this Storm" said the
burly JONES' as our worthy friend, drench-
ed to the skin, refined the old mare up 10
the door. His only answer was, you'll
see something prcsen,ly.i Mr.. Jones, thatll
tickle you some, calculate; they can't fool
me-"
| The old mare was soon in the comforta-
BILE stable, while her owner, pacing the bar
room floor, only uttered at intervals, you'll
see some sport presently, Mr.. Jones, they
can't fool me-
An hour passed -another-eeven
o'clock and no carriage!
That pale faced Jackass couldn't have
been fooling me, could he?" thought the
suspicious Billy. No, by lingo here they
come. Now, Mr.. Jones' if you want to
see some rare fun, just step to the door;
they can't fool me-"
The carriage ratified up TO the door in
furious haste the driver refined in the reek-
ing horses, and sprang from his seat; the
steps were thrown down, Edward Sew
mour loaped out--assisted Mary to alight
and Squire Curtis followed. Billy conceal
ed himself behind the door, until the hap
py trio were in the sitting room; then with
an air Of triumph, he very cooly walked
in, exclaimng smart set, you be thought
you could fool me, did you! ha ha come,
Miss ack-anapes, you'd better put your
bonnet on again, sister Jemma amt dan,
gerous, and its pretty late, so we'd better
be getting towards home ha ha fool me,
will you!"
Mr.. Keene looked around to see what
effect his unexpected appearance had made;
but no one seemed at all surprised; Mary
did not as might have been expected, faint
away on the occasion, but stepping for
ward, half weeping-half laughing, she
broke the awful pause with lin ready
10 go this minute, Pa; but first allow me to
introduce 10 you my HUSBAND, Edward
Seymour; we were married quietly at
home, about an hour before you started.
1t was so kind in you 10 go away and leave
US to make our own arrangements, that
we thought it would be too bad TO make
you ride home on horseback in this storm;
so zee came to fetch you back, and offer you
a seat in our carriage. Now you'll forgive
US, won't you, Pat"
Pm sold. give ne your hand said the
crest-fallcn Billy. give me your hand"
Seymour. This is the first time was ever
fooledi and you are the first person who
could ever fool me. God bless you my
son." said the old man, affected to tears,
you've done what no other man living
ever could do--you'ye fairly fooled me,
you've won her. and you are worry Of her. +"
The remainder of the scene, our pen,
though made Of the stoutest steel, is too
feeble TO describe Old Jones who had
been wondering spectator of the singu.
lar meeting. shook hands with Billy, and
assured him that he had seen much more
fun than he anticipated and when the wed
ding party started for home, Mr.. keene re.
cognized by The coach light, the pale faced
young man, transformed into driver
Our hero is still living surrounded by a
lovely group Of grand children, and he
still is firm in his old belief that he can't be
fooled.
The last time we saw him, he was list
ening to an account given by Seymour, on
his return from the city, Of that wonderful
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