Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1851-06-05
A Hiss on Demand.

len, story originally appeared IN the N
Y. Spiri, of the Times il II did not we
credit the author, the 'OId un, Tor H.
and serve il up for those OF our readers
who are fond of the feast oil reason and
the flow of soul :
1t was very peculiar sound, some
thing like the popping of champagne
cork, something like the report OF
small pocket pistol, but exactly like no.
thing but itself. 1t was kiss.
A kiss implies two parties -unless II
be one Of those symbolical Kisses produ-
ced by one PAIR of lips, and waited
through the air in token OF affection and
admiration. But this particular kiss
was genuine. The parties in the case
were Mrs. Phebe Mayflower, the newly
married wife Of honest Tom Mayfiower,
gardener TO Mr.. Augustus Scatterly, and
that young gentleman himself. Angus
tus was a good-hearted, rattle-brained
spendthrift who had employed the two
or three years which had elapsed since
his majority in making ducks and dtak-
es' of the pretty little fortune lett hlm
by his defunct sire. There was nothing
very bad about him, except his prodigal
habits, and by these he was the severest
sufferer. Tom, his gardener, had been
married a few weeks, and Gus, who had
failed TO be at the wedding, and missed
the opportunity of saluting the bride,
took II into his head that II was both
Il ohn
on the first occasion of his meeting her
subsequently to that interesting ceremo-
ny. Mrs. Mayfower, the other party
interested IN the case, differed from him
in opinion, and the young landlord kiss
ed her in spite of herself But she was
not without a champion, for at the pre-
else moment when Scatterly placed his
audacous lips in contact with the bloom
ing cheek of Mrs. NJ, Tom entered the
garden and beheld the outrage.
What are you doing, Mr.. Scatterlyf'
he roared.
90, nothing, Tom, but asserting my
rights | was only sauing the BRIDE
against my will, Tommy said the
poor bride, blushing like peony, and
wiping the offended check with her
apron.
And I'll make you pay for it, il
there's law in the land said Tom.
Pooh pooh don't make a fool o.
YOURSELF said Scatterly
Il don't mean to- answered the gard
ener, dryly.
You're not seriously offended at the
innocent liberty | took ?
'Yes be- said Tom.
'Well, if you view it in that light,
answered ScatterIy, | shall feel bound
TO make you reparation. You shall hav,
u kiss from my bride when Pm married.
That you will never be-
| must confess said Scat,erly tn,
prospect of repayment seems rather dis
tant. But who knows what will hap
pen? | may not die bachelor after all
And if | marry-I repeat it, my dea
fellow-you shall have kiss from IN
wife.
No, be shan't, said Phebe, he shall
kiss nobody but me-
Yes he shall, said Scatterly. Have
you got pen, ink and paper Tom !?
To be sure, answered Tom. Herr
they are all handy
Scatterly sat down and wrote as fol
lows
The WILLOWS, Aug.-l8--.
Value received / promise to pa
Thomas Mayhower, or order, one kis
on demand.
AUGUSTUS ScArrERLY.'
There you have legal document
said the young man, as he handed tn
paper TO the gflnning gardener. An
now, good folks, good bye
Mistakes will happen in the best re
gulated families and it so CHANGED tia
in the autumn of the same year ou
bachelor friend met at the springs
charming belle of Baltimore, 10 whol
he lost his heart incontinenily. His pc
son and address were attractive, All
tho his prodigality had impaired his 70
tune, still rich old maiden Aunt, VIII
dotted on him, Miss Persimmon Veriuic
promised TO do the handsome by him o
condition Of his marrying and settlln
quietly to the management Of his estat
So, under these circumstances, he pr
posed, was accepted, and was marie
and brought home this beautiful your
bride to reside with Miss Verjuice at II
Willows.
In the early days of the honeymoon
one morning, when Mr.. Scatterly an
the maiden aunt and Mrs. Scatter
were talking together in the garden, To
Mayhower, dressed in his best, mat
his appearance, wearing smile of mo
peculiar meaning.
Julia said Augustus, carelessly TO !
young wife, this is my gardener, con
10 pay his respects TO you-honest To
Mayflower, very worthy fellow, | a
sure YOU
Mrs. Scatterly nodded condescendin
ly to the gardener, who gazed upon h
with open eyes of admiration. 81
spoke few words TO him, inquired
bout his wife, his flowers, &c, and tn
turned away with the aunt, as TO tern
nate the interview.