The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1853-07-27

E itist; he thought one taken when the
sitter was awake would be more cor
E rect representation. Mrs. Seroggins
4 thought so too. and. when the dzguer-
: reotypist had put in a new plate, she
I walked him up.
"what dye want :" asked Jim. with
a yawn.
"wake ups" and the lady gave him
! a smart pinch, which opened his ewes,
!, giving out the true expression Of the
. drunksrd.
The artist was prompt, and in an
J instant. edition second Of Jim Scrog-
gins was on the plate.
j The original, not being required for
further use. was suffered to stink away,
and complete his nap.
The pictures were put into frame,
and Mrs. Scrogyins produced her mo-
|, ney.
"Nothing. ma'am. I shall not charge
you anything"
"But, sir. ! am able to pay"
The artist shook his head, rrsolute-
ly refusing to touch her money. OF
course, Mrs. Scroggins was grateful,
and gave the artist an invitation to take
tea with her, which he accepted. In
the course of the meal, the daguerreo-
Itypist told the story Of his own life
how he had been brought up in the
midst Of intemperance. and knew all
about it. His father had died drunk,
and leaving his mother penniless, he
had supported her from the profits of
his portable saloon. Mrs. Scroggins
Of course sympathized with the young
man. and readily understood why he
would not take pay tor the pictures.
But what was better than all, the
young artist took quite fancy to Jim's
only daughter, pretty girl of eigh-
teen; and, after tea, insisted on taking
her daguerreotype. And the sly rogue
pretended that the first was not good
Ione, and took another-one Of which
he took away with him.
The tea things were cleared away,
, and when he did 60, the poor girls
heart followed him, and half the night
she laid awake to think Of him.
CHAPTER iii.
Jim Scroggins recovered from his
tlebauch, but the first thing he saw
when he came into the kitchen in the
morning, was two daguerreotypes
which lay upon the table.
He picked up one Of them, and
started back in confusion when he re-
cognized his own distorted features.
He examined the other. II was the
countenance Of the first, with eyes
open, and looking ten times more hi.
deous than the sleeping picture.
Good gracious" exclaimed he,
/" did | ever look so internal homely az
! thatf" aud he proceeded to scrutinize
I the picture second time.
"Blame me! if | thought / ever
looked SO confounded mean as that,
I'd go down and jump into the river"
81 have seen them. though. that
looked just like that are" continued
he )" but them was drunkards-now
amt drunkard, though | sometimes
get little sizzled. l never lit my
pipe at the pump, though. Howsoever,
them was taken for me, though when
or where | have no kind Of notion.
J There's the old hat; and there's the
: old coat-no mistake.
: The footsteps Of his wife caused him
to drop the pictures, and he hastened
out Of the house to avoid the tempest
which he thought hls wickedness would
, call down upon his head.
, 1t is notable fact that he omitted
] his morning dram on this occasion, and
. his wife took courage. Like a prudent
woman, as she was, she did not say
: word about the occurrence Of yester-
day, and permitted him to eat his
breakfast in peace.
. Hegot through the da& ithout drink.
!. ing a drop, but on the following day
the old appetite clamored for the usual
dram; and in the afternoon, while his
! wife was in the sitting room, he went
to the closet where he kept the bottle.
h But the first thing that met his gaze
! was the two daguerreotypes, resting
: against his black bottle. There was
i Jim Scroggins, drunk-asleep; and
% Jim Scrogglns, drunk--awake,
. "Them darn'd dogartypes" NUT
le tered he, starting back in confusion at
il the miserable looking object they faith
: fully shadowed to him.
i Jim stopped to think. He fully re-
4, solved never again to be the loathsome
being they represented him to be.
Taking the black bottle, he went to
n the door with it, and with right good
ne will hurled it on the door-stone, where
ne it was dashed into thousand frag-
q. ments, and the declectable stuff irre-
ne trievably lost.
ad "Halio, what are you aboutf" said
h. a young man just entering the yard.
p, Smashing my rum bottle" said Jim
he with admirable GOODNESS. You are
the dogtype man, amt you?"
IT a am