Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1850-03-29
The ParGcn's EOo.s.

The Rev Mr. F---, of Connecticut
was who'o-aouled and ob.iging man. lie would
deny hi, neighbors nothing in the way Of &C.
commodaton which in conscience they could
ask. Bat, as Il sort Of offset, it was hin:ed that
he claimed a return in the good graC9s of the
wives, daughters sisters, and so forth, of his
much obliged ncighbors. Whether common re-
port baed the parson, or not, the result was tn
same, and many high joke, both sly and open
was passed off at his expense.
A young man, a ncighbOr of his, wishing Ia
appear in boots on 4 certain occasion, and having
none of his own, went to ask the loan of tho
parsons. yes, JOEL said the good natured man,
you may have the boots but you must remem-
Der to return them soon
'Sartinly,' returned Joel, I'll fetch them home
right away, as soon as ever I'm done with EN-,
and that Ii be tomorrow evening, nothing hap
pens.
The parsoH looked out for his boots on the
morrow; but they did not come. 1t was the
same the next day, and the day after, and so on
for three weeks In all that time Joel never
showed his face, and tho bootless parson began
to lose all patience; when, one day meeting the
delinquent with boot in each hand, hG cX-
claimed:
Well, Young man, you're pretty young fell
loT, aro yoU not 2!
Why, SO the gals say replied Joel, showing
lis teeth
You forgot to bring home my boots as you
promised
- no, did Mt forget, Mr.---; | sot ont
the very next day evening, 10 fetch EN- home
But Jest as got aGn the road that turns I'D to
Deacon Thompson s-you know the Deacon has
some plaguey handsome dartcrS-weIl, Jest as
got agn he road your boots would Mt 90 an
inch turIer and was obliged TO step and talk
along of the gals awhile, til by'm by it got to be
80 late, thinks |, | won't carry the boots home
to night
We'll what hindcrod you from bringing tn m
the next evening ?
Why, the next evening | sot ont with
EN- again, and with a good deal of whppen
ard spurren, | got 'en past the road that
leads TO the daacon's; and row, thinks /, Ill
get along well enough. Wei, and so it turned
out, until come 10 the lane that turns down to
Curnal Butrick's, and there, as true as I'm alive,
the boots stopped agin, and they would Mt bulge
step, till I'd gone and talked with Sally But
rick awhile So it got to be too late again that
evening.
Bat that don't account for the whole three
weeks'
No but III tell you how it was The very
next evening determined the boots should 60
home, whether or no. So set out to fetch em
away round cross lots, so as not to pass tha
Dcacons road, nor the Curna.'s lane, We'll,
this project worked amazin well. The two
greatest difficulties was got over; and now
thinks |, I'll take the high road ag0in but
plague take the boots, as | como opposite the
widow Smiths, they would stop agin. And so
it was, evening after evening, until this morning,
| tho't I'd set ont in the day time, and SEQ what
| could do them
The parson, voXcd as he was, could not help
smiling at Joe's account of the peryersity Of
his boots, and congratulated him on his success
in getting them thus far on their way home.
why, to be sure said Joel, I've been rather
lucky, in getting by, as it were, all the most
dangerousest places but had to work pretty
hard for it, though it was day time, for the boots
kept tarnal twitching and yerkin, as came
past the Daacon's, and the Curnai's, and the
Widows. But took the bits in my teeth, sot
my face strait afore me, and here | am. And
now Mr.. p, if you!l lest take charge
Of the boots yourself, I'll be much obliged to
you
oh, certainly, Joel, and glad to get them So
Joel handed over the boots, and SAID, he
turned about to 90 back I'm very much obg-
cd to you for the use on EN-. Mr. p;
they are capital boots, and fitted me to a Shawn:
but the truth ont is, they hare a tarHaTon mack
Of gong 10 see The gas