The Mississippi Creole. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1841-1851, 1850-10-19
johnny Beedle,. ooultship.
BY JonN NEAL,

slippery trick was served by Patty Bean, no.
body wonld suspect me cfhankerng after the
women again IN a hurry. To hear me curse
and swear and rail against the whole feminine
genden you would have taken il for eran'ed
that should never so much as look at one
again 10 all s'ernily. Oh, but | was wicked.
Darn and blast their eyesp says 1; blame
their gzaards, torment their hearts, and darn
them TO darnaton!' Finally took an oath
and swsre that fever meddled OF hpd any
dealings with them again, Gin the sparkling
line, mean,) | wish might be hung and
chOked.
But swearing off from women and then go>
ing into meeting house chock full Of gals all
shining and gitteflng III their Sunday clothes
aod clean faces, is like swenrinn off from
liquor and then going into a grOg shop. It's
all smoke.
held out and kept firm to my oath for three
whole Sundays-forenoOns afterno ms, and
ntermissiOns complete. On the fourth there
were strong symptoms Of change in the
weather. A chap about my size was seen on
the way to the meeting house, with a new pa
tent hat on; his head hung by the ears on
shirt collar, his craSst had a pudding in it, and
branchsd ont in front in double bow knot.
He carried a straight back and stiff neck, as
Il man ought to when he his his best clrIhes
bn; and every time he spat he Fptang his body
iut@utd like jaek.knle, in order to shoot
clear Of the ruffles.
Squire JOnes's pew is next but one to mine,
and when stand Up to prayers and take my
4 coat tail under my arm, and luro my back on
the minis;e', naturally look right stragh! al
Sally Jones. Now Sally has got a face not to
be grinned at in fog. Indeed, as regards
beauty, some folks think she can pull On equal
4 yoke with Patty Bean. For my part, think
there s not much between the two. Anyhow
il, they are so nigh match that they have hated
and despised each other like rank poison evel
since they were school gals.
Squire Jones had got his evening FIRE on, anc
sat himself to reading the great Bible, wheI
he heard rap at the door,
Walk in Well, John, how der do? Gi
out Pompey.'
= Pretty we'll thank you, Squire, how d
- you do?
'g sWhy, so US to be crawlng-haul up chai
Ond sit ye down, JOhn.'
y How do you do, Mrs. Jnnes!'
4 sOh, mdlin; how's your marm?-dont forge
the mat, Mr.. Beedle.'
rs THIS put me In mind that had been
sounding several times inthe long MILDLY Ian
and my boots were in a sweet pickle.
Id It.was old Mr.. Jones's turn;the grand lath'
being reused from dO4a by the bus'le al
rucker, he opened his eyes with wonder aI
le, astonishment. At last he began to hAlloo
loud that you might hear him mile, lor
takes it Tor granted that every body is Just
'e' deaf as he is. trn #-..t
sWho is il, say! Who in the world is IT
Mrs. Jones g ing close to his ear ScFeaml
, oat: .a#N.
It's Iohnny Beedle!'
sllo-lohnny Beedle. l remember.
wy VIVA one summer at the siege Of Boston.
.. tNu, M, father, bless your heart that "
~ =, his grandfather, that's been dead this s~eE
-. years.
,Ho-but where does he come from"
Down town. aaa 4.a
"s' .Ho-aud what does he follow for a livn
;,o And he did not stop asking questions
wI. this sorttill oil the particulars Of the pee
81. family were published and proclaimed in "
II. Jones,s lac, Speech He then sunk back
lila his doze again.
The dog stretched himself before one
f,r. iron. and the cat squat down before the oil
.ws. Silence came on by degrees like calm y
.oi storm; till nothing was heard but a cricket
-. der the hearth, keeping time with spa
), - 6restlck. Sally sat up as Prim as'f she
Ia n;nned 10 the chair-back, her hands eros
ns.. peuleelly upon her lap, and her eyes slra
Tho into the fire. Nanny IOnes tried to s'ra'g'
!, !, herself TOO, and laid her hands across heF
Ina. But they would not lay still. Il was
: =, twenty-four hours since they had done
avs. work. and they were now out Of patience K
milv ing Sunday. Do what she would to keep
. 40. quiet, they would bounce up now Fnd ll
inns and 90 through the motions in spite Of !
fourth commandment. For my part ga sat
~. ing very much like fool, the m'Fe '"t
~ ~ say something, the more my tongue
I fast. ! put my right leg over the lelt ana
- tHem.' Then changed, and PVT my le. ''l
80. over the right. 1t was no use; 'oe S'l
J J,,,. kept coming on thickerand faster. I0' g
Duy 81 sweat began TO crawl over me. g"'
80 syes on my hat hanging on my ROAD 9
: door aAtthat moment the caP'ain sung
Johnpy BeedleE II sounded like a S'
,;uod thander. and started at once right up o.
,,i.I .lOhnny Beedle, you'll never handle s.
:. a,ums,: Ok as your father did, II yer woult