Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1853-08-11
ASatt naa FaIlegl.
A Yankee Story

ed in blue broadcloth. ''might have
been seem entering Deacon Cephas
Barberry's kitchen window. The leg
was followed, finally by the entire
person ola live Yankee, attired in
Sunday-go to-maeting clothes. It
was in short, JOE May weed who thus
burglariously WON his way into the
deacon's kit chen"
wonder how much the old dea
con made by orderin me not to dark
en- his doors again?' sollloquised the
young gentleman. promised him /
would mt, but didn't say nothin about
winders. Winders is just as good as
doors, eff there amt no nails to tear
your trousers onto.
"Wonder if Sally'll come down! +
The critterpro me. I'm afeardt to
move about here C iuse | might break
my shins o9 er somethin' nutter a hd
wake the Of u folks Cold enough Ito
freeze Polish bear here. O, here
comes Sally"
! The beauteols maid descended
with pleasant smile, talloF -canale
and a box Of lucifer matches After
receiving d rapturous gree sting she
made up rousing fire in the cook
ing-stove, and the happy CO pple sat
down to enjoy the sweet interchange
of VOWS and hopes. But the course
Of true love ran no smoother in old
Barberry's kitchen than it does else
where, and Joe, who was just making
up his mind to treat himself to a kiss,
was startled by the voice of the dea-
C on, her father, shouting from his
chamber-d6or: -"Sally! what ar i you
getting up in the middle Of Il might
for?"
"TeA him it's most mo rhing, -
whispered joe
81 ca int tell fibl''s said Sally
I'll make tia truth, then Sal D Joe,
and run ming to the huge old Ed shion
ed clock that stood in the cornbr, he
set it at five
"Look at the clock and till me
what time lit is, cried the ola gentle
man.
1 @It'sfYe, by the clock, answered
Sally; and corro5rating he IF words
the old clock str uck FIVE.
The lovers sat down again and
resumed their conversation. Sud-
denly the staircase began to ereak
"Goody gracious! It's fat eF,' ex-
claimed Sally,
"The denconl BY thunde RI cried
/ Joe Hide me, Sally"
II "Where can hid4 you'' cried the
!, distracted'g girl
"0h, L now, )" said he. "lll squeeze
into The dlotk- case.f And without
an other v ord, lie concealed himself
in the case, and closed the door.
The deacon Was dressed, and sit
ting. himsflf down by the cooking
stove, pulled out his pipe, lighted it,
and commenced SIN pkfn5 deliber- ate
Is and calmly, Five o'clock, eh?'
said he. ''Well Shall have time to
smo'le three OF four pipes aud then
III go and feed the critters
e adn't you better feed the crit
tiers fust, SIR suggested the dutiful
Sally
"No; smoking clears my head and
wakes me up, replied the deacon, who
, seemed not whit disposed to hurry
f his enjoy ment.
Bur-r-rr r-whizz-ding! ding. ding!
ding! went the clock.
J, "Tdfmented lightningr' cried the
deacon, starting up, and dropping his
pipe on the stove; "what'n creations
that" !
"lt's only the clock striking five, "
f said Sally TREMENDOUSLY.
Whizzl ding! ding! ding! went the
clock furiousiy.
"Powers of mercy!'' cried the dea-
con, Striking five it's stru elk a hun
dled already
/ Deacon Barberrv!'' cried the dea-
con- better half who had ROBBED her.
self, and now came plunging down
the staircase in the widest state of
alarm, "what is the matter with the
clock?"
''Goodnes4 only knows replied
the old man.
ats been in the family these hum
dred years and never did | know it
to carry on SO afore"
Whizz! ding! ding! ding! went the.
clock again.
9TH bust itselfl' cried the old la
/ dy, shedding flood Of tears; "and