The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1852-09-11

'oh, what shall we do = cried Jane, great
iy agitated. Gracious, how horrid Can he
be got QUIT How long has he been here
Long enough whispered Bunker. sTbs
oid Q dsvii must be stone dead. OF course, it's
nsofTd, but then we ought to be thankful that
ne has made his will
yes, samson was a cautious man. He
- prepared, sighed Jane. And if he was
fui tba, shea hs s from US, we ought TO be thank
nc .W Was 2 good boy, il he did have his faults.,
sTn mas IL growled Samson in the hushss
nov, sad iIow DOW Brooks may &C to the devil
Iong hrsa,h raau bunker, with grim smile and a
.0h, she may. eh p though, Samson,
mind sighed Jane. wells Wells nm match Is oH my
for the best. He couldnt have Enoa1y Exsa & an
years, ycu know 'ea many
couldn't. Wen seer mut,ersd S.m.,,
AND III some consolation, added Jane ,nor.
calmly, ito know that, although we have Ios,
Samson, our children are provided for. OH
mere comes Joe with the oxen. NV poor
dear brother! Oh, save him, Joseph. He
NAV still be alive
'Possibler whispered Samson, hoarsely.
Quck, Bunker, help me whip this log
chain round the top of the srump,, cried
Symes.
Fudge. they can't pull it, said Bunker.
There's no use if they can = growled Sam
son, stepping from the bushes. i don't die so
easy!'
Good Lord here he is y cried Symes, Drop
ping the log chain.
The devil" muttered Bunker, changing
countenance. 'Oh, my dear Samson n.he add.
ed, recovering his self possession. .ycu rejoice
my heart. | never thought you were under
that stump, but still IL felt anxious-'
INV dear dear h,ntharp oxola;,,aJ Ioao
running to embrace him. Il was afraid YOU
were hurt
And that wasn't married humr sneered
Samson. putting on his vest surlily.
My dear brothern began Bunker, depreca-
tingly, you have made
My will know it y walking off,
But where are you goingl asked the anx-
ious Bunker.
To inform Mrs. Brooks that she has your
permission to go to the devif-
My dear brother--I meant
you mean to consign her to me. To be
sure. lou called me an old devil | am
| glad, my nobleminded sister, that the odious
match IS eff your mind. But it happens to be
on my mind, heavy as you supposed this cur
sed stump was on my body
| Jane sobbed on his neck, but Samson
| pushed her away.
| You consoled yourself with the recollection
OF my will, when you thought was dead,' he
muttered; and now that am alive, you are
inconsolable! Here, Joe Symes,' he cried to
the wondering laborer, here's my hand-I'll
| remember you. Throw that log chain around
Bunker, and shake him into the middle of
next July, and you'll do me service
And he strode away, leaving Jane weeping
hysterically, Bunker knawing his neither lip,
and Joe Symes laughing so that he could hard
ly stand.
Samson Keeper never entered his own
house again, until the Bunkers had moved out
OF II, which event was Of speedy occurrence,
and then he did take possession, accompanied
by the widow-now Mrs. Keeper and all the
little BrOokses.
And now Sampson was very happy, Tor he
had but three things to repent-that he had
not married Lucretia fifteen years ago. instead
of allowing another to enjoy her freshest
bloom that the years during which he had
been feeding the selfshness of others, had not
been years of blissful married life and that
all the dear little Brookses were not dear little
Keepers.