Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1853-12-07

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who, regretting their inability to solve his doubts
became so much interested as to ask-tsWht
was Sue Withers!" ss5afs2 fsstS .sssee.
Tne pilot drew himself bolt upright in his
chair, gazed for an instant upon his auditory ant
replied, in a husky voice--...t-.t..-.S
.sSusan Withers ought to. be Mrs. Mellon, the
happy wife of confdin' husband, and the moth
| er of-sach a family as mought be. But she
ain't--she's the wilder Jackson, with nine small
children and two at the breast, and not cent to
bless herself or their selves with. Poor Sue
Withers! Her mother did it; she didn't Yes, /
might have married any gal on either shore-but
waited for Sue until was nigh upon forty year
old, a less'nln my chance every year with the
rest, in course. We was engaged, but wouldn't
get married till I'd got something together
Well, ! went off one winter on coastin' voyage
Down East, Give never liked Down East since)
and we got froze up in the Penobscot, same as
we've been here in the Patapaco; and while
was thar, sufferiG' with the4eold for her sake,
it was done. Poor Sue Withers! a'as aEtr
The preacher came along 'stineratin,' He
was dreadful slick man, shaved reg'lar every
day-talked SO pretty in. the pulpit, Che warn't
one of your powerfuls) and SO much prettier out
of it. So perlite he was to the women kind
Oh, he was reglar eel-pot. He wouldn't take
folks with grip, but he'd suck. em right in-he
would. And he sucked, the old woman in, he
did, the knowin' creetur, and then it was all up
for me, for Sue always towed right under the old
woman's stern. i, ..s.@
Says she to herself, says she, "What thing it
will be for Sue,'' she says. 'sMinster's wife! to-
have him walk up to the front pew with her after
the rest is in. and set down, and have him turn
round and button her in, and look as much as to
say, 'sthats my wife, to beso respectful like land
and to know all that is going on in the parish,
too! And every now and then, for somebody, to
send her basket of eggs or pair of chickens,
or a leg of mutton, or load of wood, and hope
she'll accept of it. Whereas. all you can say of
and never will be anybody. Susan take MIR.
Jackson" Sue took him was froze up in the
Penobscot-my hearts been froze up ever since
.,"I'il allow for the minister; he didn't know as
how he was coming athwart my hawser, and con-
sequently after he, d done it 4 forgive him, and
used to go and hear him preach sometimes. /
used to sit in the gallery, though, right over his
pew, SO / couldn't see her." - ~. :. . t~'-
ssHe fell in with me in the street one day, and
he wanted me to go to an inquiry meet:n' to his
house. Says I, can't but there is one inquiry,
hows'ever, ID like to make-Is Sue happy??-
Don't she ever say nuthin' about old times! got
it out of him by jerks, though thoughtthe upper
end of my hair would come out withit. ss z5ssi.'
Z The big tears started into the minister's eyes.
So they did into mine. I put out my hand-he
put out his'n We both shook hard, but kindly
He used his cambric; l used my jacket sleeve
We slowed round .together-he went up street;
went down. Poor, poor, Sue Withersn'
At the conclusion of this melancholy, story,
the pilot resumed his semi=recumbent position;
while sympathy for the misfortunes Of Miss With
ers, brought upon her by her mercenary mamma,
" as expressed by a suitable silence, interrupted
only by, the howl of the blast and the heavy pat
terng of rain upon the deck. The only moisten-
ed cheeksso on the occasion being those of.the an
chor watch, who was seeking partial lee under
the top-galant bulwarks, far from the sound OF
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