Plymouth banner., 1853-08-11
FOlLING q RIVAL.

loves mel said iona han Doubikins. as ne
sat on the cornfield fence, medituting on
the course of his true love, that was run
ming just as Shakespeare always said ii did
-rather roughly. Ii Sukey Peabody has
taken shine to that gawky, long shank
ed, s,ammerin'. shy critter, Gusset, just
cause he's city feI,er. she ain The gal
took her for, that's sartin. No! its the
old folks-ddfn their ugly picter. O!d
Mrs. Pes body was alters dreadful high
faiutin cri,Ees. full of big notions. and
the old mans sofi mead is driven about
! by his wife JUS. as our Old one eyed r0oS-
ter is drove about by our can;ankerous
Dorkin hen. But if don't spile his fun
then my name amt Jonathan. I'm go
ing down to the city by the railroad next
week. and when | come back, wake snakes,
/ that's all.
The above soliloquy may serve to give
the reader some slight idea of the 10y OF
The land. in the pleasant village where
the speaker resided.
| Mr.. iona than Doubikins was a young
| farmer, we'll to do in the world, and look
! ing out for wife. and had been paying
his addresses to Miss Susan Peabody, OF
that iik. with fair prospect of success.
when city acquaintance of the Pea
tody's, one Mr.. Cornelius Gusset. who
kept retail dry goods shop in Hanover
street, Boston, had suddenly made his
appearance in the field. and commenced
the cutting cut game. Dazzed with
the prospects OF becoming gentle mans
wife. pesiered by the opportunities of her
manma. the village beauty had begun To
waver. when her old lover determined on
a last bold stroke 10 foil his rival. He
went to the city aud returned; of his bu
sIneSS there, he said nothing, not even TO
d pumping maiden aunt who kept house
for him. He went not near the Peabodys
but Idbored in his cornfelds and garden
patiently awaiting the result Of his mach
nations.
The next day. Mr.. Gusset was sitting
with the old folks and their 'darter.' in
the room of the Pea body mansion. chat
ting away as pleasantly as may be. when
the door opened, and in rushed furious
i.isll woman.
is ii here we are, Misther Corneliusf
she screamed. addressing the astonished
Gusset. Come out OF that. before fetch
We. ye spa peenl is that what ye promised
me a!ore .he praste. ye hay,hcn naygur?
CummIn' away from me and the chlldhcr.
forsakn' yer lawful and welded wife,
and runain' after the Yankee girls We in
fidel,
Woman. there must be some mistake
here stammered Gusset, taken all absck
by the charge.
'Divel a bit of mistake, ye sarpint.-
Oh! wirra! wrra! was it for the like of
ye. ] sacked little Dinnis Mccarthy. who |
loved the ground throd on. and all be- |
kase you promised to make lady me.
ye dur:y thafe of the wurruld. Will ye |
cum along 10 the railroad station, where
/ lift little Patrick. bekase he was too
sick wild he small pox to cum any fur
ther. or will ye wait till drag ye?'
'Go-go-along.' gasped Gusset, go.
and I'll follow you
He thought 1t best to temporize.
Il give ye ten minnits. said the vira.
go. III ye amt there. it's my cousin,
MIR. Thaddy Mulgruddery, will be after
We. ye thafe!' And away went this un
bidien guest.
MIR. Gusset was yet engaged in stam
ner;ng out denial of all knowledge of
the virago. when the paror door opened.
and little black eyed. hitchet faced
woman in flashy silk gown. and a cap
with many ribbons perched on the top of
her head. Invaded the sanctiiy of the par
lor.
is he here?' she cried, in a decided
French accent Then she added with a
he is. Trditre monstre! Vat for you
run away from me? Dis two or tree year,
nevair see you, nevair. and my heart
broke very bad entirely +
Who are your cried Gusset. his eyes
staring out of his head. and shivering
from head 10 foot.
He asks who am! o. ladies! o. you
yer respectable old gentiIhomme! hear vat
he ask Who am |? Petrilied! am your
vifer
Il never see you 'fore-so hel + me Bob,
cried Gusset. emerge tically.
Don't YOU swear.' said deacon Pea {
body. EFF you do I'll kick you into fits.
by golly. won't have no profane or vul-
gar language in my house
%. bless you! bless youl respectable :
Dld man; dell him he must come viz me.
Dell him hev spoke do re consiahle.-
Dell him sobs interrupted her utter
ance.
Its pesky bad business said the dea-
con. chaAng with unwonted ire. 'Gusset. {
you're a rascal!' {
Take care. Peabody, take care' said |
the unfortunate shopkeeper.
i remarked you a rascal. Gusset. ,
You have gone aud married two wives,
md that ere's fiat burglary. if / know