The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-10-21
WHOLE NUMBER 50

"Oh, what shall we do 7" cried Jane
greatly agitated Gracious, how
horrid T! Can he be got out' How
long has he been here 20
" Long enough" whispered Bunker.
" The old devil must be stone dead.
Of course it's horrid, but then we ought
to be thankful that he has made his
will"
ooh, yes, Samson was cautious
man. He was prepared" sighed Jane.
(" And if he was to be snatched from US,
we ought to be thankful that he didn't
marry first. Well Well! he was q
good boz if he did have his faults"
I" Was l :" growled Samson from the
bushes.
" The widow Brooks may 60 to the
devil now !" said Bunker with grim
smile and long breath.
ooh to be sure, that tedious match
is off my mind" sighed Jane. Well,
it's probably all for the best. He could
MT have lived many years you know"
4" Couldn't! Wen see :" muttered
Samson.
Sand it's some consolation" added
Jane, more calmly, "to know that, al
though we have lost Samson, our chill
dren are provided for. Oh, here comes
Joe with the oxcn My poor brother!
Oh, save him Joseph He may still
be alive :"
" Possible !" whispered Samson
"Quick, Bunker help me to whip
his log chain round the stump!' cried
Symes.
" Fudge, they can't pull it," said
Bunker.
There's no use if they can - growl-
I'd Samson, stepping from the bushes.
8 don't die SO easy 20
Good Lord here he is ~ cried
Symes, dropping the log chain.
" The devil ~ muttered Bunker,
changing contenance. "Oh! my dear
Samson ~ he added, recovering his self
"you rejoice my heart
never thought you were under that
stump but still IL felt anxious"
my dear brotherr exclaimed Jane,
unning to embrace him. II was afraid
'ou was hurt"
Sand that l wasn't married hum ~
neered Samson putting on his vest,
urlily.
"hy dear brother !" began Bunker
eprecatingly, you have made"
"My will I know it :" walking off.
But where are you going :" asked
he anxious Bunker.
ITO inform Mrs. Brooks that she
has permission to 90 to the devil"
My dear brother-I meant"
You meant to consign her to me,
% be sure You called me an old de-
vil l am glad, my noble minded sis
er, that the odious match is off your
mind. But it happens to be on my
mind, as heavy as you supposed that
ursed stump was on my body !"
Jane sobbed on his neck, but Samson
ushcd her away
You consoled yourself with the re-
ollection of my will, when you thought
le dead" he muttered, "and now that
am alive, you are inconsolable Here,
-oe Symes," he cried to the wondering
aborer, here's my hand-I'll remem-
er you. Throw that log chain around
Bunker, and shake him into the middle
f next July, and you'll do me a ser
ice :"
And he strobe away, leaving Jane
eeping Historically Bunker gnawing his
either lip, and Joe Symes laughing SO
at he could hardly stand.
Samson Keeper never entered his
vn house again, until the Bunkcrs had
owed out of it, which event was of
,,edy occurrence, and then he did take
accompanied by the widow
wv Mrs. Keeper and all the little
rookses.
And now Samson was very happy,
r he had but three things to repent
at he had not married Lucretia fifteen
ars ago instead of allowing another to
ioy her freshest bloom that the years
ring which he had been feeding the
lfs6ness of others, had not been years
blissful married life +; and that the
ar little Brookses were not dear little
eppers.