The Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1852-1853, 1852-12-08


old devil must be stone dead. OF eepFseg
ifs horrid but then y ought 70 be thank-
fuf that he has made bis will
"Oh, yes, Sampson was eaHtioas man.
He was prepared" sighed Jane. And 1
he was TO be snatehed from Us we oughtio
be thankful that be didn't marry hrst Heih'
well, he was agOOd boy, if he did hayy he
faults"
"Was I?'' growled Sampson in the bush.
"The widow Brooks may goto the deth
now, said Bunker with grim SMILE aads
long breath. .......... tl,.,.g
"0h, she may, eh?' thought sampsoa,
40 be sure, that OdiOus match is of my
mind" sighed Jane, "Well. its prob1biy
all for the best. He. couldn't have, hvad
many years, you know" r.... go,
Couldn't, wen see," muttered Sanap-
son. a.-.HH ".t fr si."f 'RH ~
"ADd.it's some consolation" added yansg
more/calmy, "to know that, although ne
have lost Sampson, our children are pFdeir
ded for. Oh, here comes joe with the oxen!
Ny poor dear brother! Oh, save him j0-
seph! He may still be aliyer' AZ gil ta
Possible" +" whispered sampson. hoaFsa
ly. +.
"Quick, Bunker, help me whip this chain
round the top of the stump" cried SNSnes.
Fudge, they can't pull it," said BaakeS.
There's no use if they" growlsd Samp-
son, stepping from the bushes. IL d0n't
die SO easy"
"Good Lord, here he is, cried Symes,
dropping the lor chain. .# Feufa .
"lhe DEVIL. muttered Bunker, changing
countenance. "Oh, my dear Sampson"
he added. recovering his self.position. "you
rejoice my heart; never thought you wsis
under that STUMP. but still Ill ielt aax-
ious--" .r,# 4
"My dear. dear BROTHER" exclaimed ganc,
running to embrace him. Il WAS afraid
you were hurt"
"And that wasn't married. - ''hum,"
sneered Sampson; putting ON his vest sulkiiy.
"My dear brother" began BankeF, de-
precatlngiy, ''you have made"
"My will, know it, walking of
"But where are you goIng?" asked the
anxious Bunker.
"Io inform Mrs. Brooks that she las
/ your permission 10 20 to the DEVIL
"My dear brother, meant" @a4''h@
"You meant to consign her to me, obe
sure, you called me an old devil; aul glad,
my noble minded sister, that the odious
match is off your mind. But il happens to
be on my mind, heavy as you supposed this
cursed stump was on my body. .lT~ee#
! Jane sobbed on his neck, but Sampson
pushed her away. ' 8 f"'
! Il "You consoled yourself with the reccol-
lection Of my will, when you thought | was
dead" he muttered; land now that | am
alive, You are inconsolable. Here Joe SyInes,
he cried to the wondering l,--bors, '.here' 5
my head--I'I II remember you. Throw that
log chain around Bunker, and shake him in-
to the middle of next July. and you'll do me
u service.
And he strobe away, leaving Jane sobbfng
hysterically, Bunker gnawing his neither lip,
and Joe Symes laughing SO that he gould
hardly stand aa tF'd -"a f'"t' "a
Sampson Keeper never entered his oSn
house again, until the BunkerS had moved
out of it, which event was Of speedy eccar-
renee, and then he did take possession, &C.
companird by the widow, now Mrs. Keeper,
and all the little Brookses. &. NJ l4ss99fA
And now Sampson was very happy. tor
he had but three things to repent---lhaE he
bad not married Lucretia fifteen years ago,
instead Of allowing another tocnjoy her
freshest bloom; that the selishness ofothcrs
had not been years Of b!isstul married life.
and that all the dear little Brookses we're llva
dear little Keepers. " a
ras " t"1"" PArL CEEYToN.