Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1850-10-03

spindled. His linen bosom is whito-
and white and stiff is his high, tall dick.
ey-ha, but one inch higher and it
would have cut off his earsl His ha.
biiments are of the most gorgeous pat.
tern. and cut in the latest style-cut by
Bragg and Cabbage.
CHATTER VIII.
SWeet Converse and Bitter Reflections.
Sparks, the deceiver, salulcs the mai
den and speaks with smile of easy
self assurance. Ia, listen.
Good evening Miss Jenkin. How
dye do? Fine evening""
The maiden answers, but with fan,
troubled smile.
Good evenin' Mister Sparks-beau-
tIful weather-ralher warm for this
time Of the year."
And they had sweet converse till the
old folks had retired, and the new moon
had sunk in the western horson. Mai.
den beware. The lover-thc dandy
lover with all the tall, stiff dicky, speak
eth like a gay decever"-Iike zone
of" the gay deceivers." What are the
maiden's thoughts, when Sparks, the
spindle shanks, had gone2 Twas grow.
ing late, the clock had just struck ten,
and the candle had nearly burnt out
The maiden with the flashing grey
eyes sighs, thrice--three times she sighs
deeply, Ha, she speaks. Wha, says
the maiden with the frecklcd shoulders
II kinder like tina, air Jim Sparks!
He's jest abou, the agreeables, feler |
know on; bu, Lem Petlingale's dad is
worth handsome property, and sup.
pose Lem will have some ont. Il don
no hardly which TO hev. But my
candies most gone, must 60 to bed.
I'll make up my mind tomorrow or mex,
day"
But what thinks the lover Of the open
scowling brow and the tow trousers?
Tia, his thoughts are of Jemina and
revenge. Dreadful and altrocious will
be his revenge.
CHAPTER X,
Lemucl making his Toilet. Medh0tcS
Rcvengc
'Ts on the Sabbath, when old and
} young wendcd their way to the church
) the church with the tall spire and
) glittering weather cock, pointing wind.
ward. The old to sleep and nod, and
wake mp, the young to stare and laugh,
AT the hour when the heavy kettle.
toned bell, that hung in the tower Of the
: church-when the gIi,tering weather.
cock was pointing windward-was
sounding its first peaIs TO rouse the
5 sleepy church goers. Lemueb his mind
full Of evil thoughts! altired himself in
, his best Sunday 60 10 meeting fix ups.
, Not in the tow trousers and tattered
, hat. Now, his sturdy neither limbs are
! decked in pepper and salt--pcpper and
: salt woven by his ancient granny. His
S hat the tall bell muzzle, beaten by many
! a storm. A false bosom of pure, white
, linen projects his noble breast-his
stout neck encased in sharp pointed
dick. But his hair-ha, his hair
there's the rub. 1t had been rubbed
l with candle, till it shone like the gilt,
lering weather. pointing wind.
: ward Thus attired ard with these
thoughts ranking in his bosom, Lem.
q ue bent his footsteps towards a sma
brown cottage.
, CHATTER X.
The small bro,pn Cottage ard It's preU;
inmate.
4 small brown cottage standing be
hind huge elm tree. Boldly Lemue
strobe up to the mouldering door sill
and hen, ha, his courage had well ngI
E "gin eoul, but rousing himself, he faint
: ly applied the knuckles of his brawny
fS, to the pannel Of the yellow painted
door Hark all is still within. Lemuel'
= spunk is fast oozing. Again he arous
= ed himself, add again he knocks bolde
this time and louder. Ha, there is
: footstep within. The door suddcnl,
!, opens on its creakipg hinges, and fe
e male form appears. Lemuel speaks.
n lis Miss Brown-oh, ah. Miss Brown
10 come to see if you wouldn't like to Q
to meelin' with me this forenoon"
'Tis Betsy Brown, the dark sklnpe
Of maiden. Short and thick in her fotr