The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1850-09-24

was, her husband bore the Drunt.
"A pretty fellow you are" she began,
without word TO say in your wifc's be-
half So it is with us poor women I: blow
high, blow low, It's all one to you men and
when we stand up for ourselves, and for the
good of our poor children, we are set down
as scolds and terlnagants.
"Wifc," said Caspar, the meadow is
good enough to build upon, and we get it a
gift"
al will not have it," cried the angry wo-
man. Sooner would build upon the scrap
of land by the waters edge, which is our
own already. 1t would vex that crooked
Scissor-ees 10 spoil his view of the Rhine,
and stop his chat with the boamcn, the old
gossip, the"
"None but fool would build there" in
tcrrupted Caspar " The spring thaws and
the floods would suffer no house to stand
there long. But must be of to the FARM
And he left the room.
Meanwhile Zebnlon sat upon his board,
and sewed together bits OF gaudy cloth to
make a jacket which he had promised his
youngest nephew, little Peter, for his new
punchinello. The child had been three
times to fetch it, and as his uncle had prom
iscd him it should be ready by three o'clock
his fourth visit might soon be expected.
Three o'clock struck the jacket was rea.
dy, but little Peter came not Zebuon took
up some other work "he boys gone q
fishing" he thought to himself. Four O'Clock
struck, still no Peter appeared; neither
came the other children, although it wa:
their usual custom, after school, TO eat their
bread and cheese in their uncle's room.-
" They will be making bonfire in the po,a
to ield,' said Zebulon; "or can anything
have happened to them ?"
But when five o'clock struck, he hearc
the urchins shouting and running about thC
rooms below lie went to the stair -hcat
and called out" Peter, bring your doll th,
jacket is ready
"No, uncle" answered the little fello W
:" ! don't want the jacket any MORE
Zcbulon returned 10 the board, he,
the gay manycolored jacket, held it up t.
the children, and said" Who will have il
if Peter does not want it ~
81" cried Michael, the youngest boy bu
one; and already his foot was on the stair
when his elder sister the pert Anna, spran,
forward ard pulled him back by the arm 81
violently that he fell to the ground "KeeI
your Jacket, uncle" she said. " Mothe
says you are a bad uncle, and that you hav
no heart for your brothers children. and 5
we will take nothing more from you. An
mother says, too, that we are not to 60 an
more into your room"
YES" cried one of the boys, "and
shan't 20 any more to see you, you Uhcl
Scssor-legs. Ohio Uncle Scissor-legs :"
And ihereupon the entire gang, big an
little, Michael included, shouted in trebl
chorus Ohio, Uncle Scissor.legs Uncl
Scissor-legs!" !"
Zebulon turned as white as chalk with an
ger, and looked around for his yard measur
to thrash the little rabble but he felt lis leg
totler, and went slowly back into his room
lie tore the jacket into shreds, and thre'
them out of the window. Then he climbe
upon his board and oegan furicusly to SCI
at a waistcoat. Wher it was done he foun
ne had sewn in the sleeve on the wrong side
he threw it from him, and pulled on his Goa
took his cane and went QUITO the publ
house.
When Caspar had done working in III
fields, nc also did not feel very comfortabi
in his mind. He had no inclination to z
home, and thought to himself" My viii
, has made bunder of it with brother Zet
ulon,so it S for her TO make matters up agai
at supper will 60 TO the public house,
And so, because The brothers avoided eac
= other, they met the sooner, and that in pre-:
D encc of strangers. When Caspar entere
the tavern, Zebulon was sitting in a corne
5 reading Rhine newspaper. He looked il
' aud before him-an unusual circumstance
stood pint of wine. Heretofore the brotl
ers had always drank their wine toaethe
! ard out of the same bottle but upon hi
S evening, Caspar, as soon as he saw his brotl
er, called for rum. a dozen of the villager
were in the room.
"Well, Caspar," said the Assessor, as
you are going to build. hear ?"
, "Do you know that already ?" was the an
% swor " Yes, please God, next spring"
"And where 2"
4 Don't know yet, not yet agreed with m
next neighbor"
= Zebulon looked up moment from hi
newspaper, and the brothers eyes met Z"
isn't every one that's obliging," continue
, Caspar
Zebulon laid down the newspaper, too
of his spectacles, but said nothing
: "Pm thinking" said the Assessor, thu
the best place would be on your brother
meadow"
: "Yes," said Caspar " and that is whcr
it will be, suppose"
, On what meadow do you mean, Ca
! par ?" said Zebuon across the table.
We'll, on yours, as we decided to-day.
81 know nothing of the decision" replie
, Zebulon. +" Since five o'clock this Afternoon
not hand's-breadth of my meadow is to b
sold or given away"
Indeed" said Caspar =" know nothin
of that | dare sov we will laik II ovor ,