The Santa Fe weekly gazette. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.T. [i.e. N.M.]) 1851-1854, 1853-09-17
A YANKEE STORY.

but II the "Old 'Un" didn't write 1t we're much |
mistaken.
About haf-past eleven o'clock on Sunday night,
human leg enveloped in blue broadcloth, "might |
have been seen" entering Deacon Cephas Barber
ry's kitchen window. The leg was followed,
finally, by the entire person Of life Yankee, at.
tired in his Sunday-go -go-to-meetn' clothes. 1t was,
in short, Joe Mlweed who thus burgarously
won his way into the Deacon's kitchen.
Wonder how much the old deacon made by or
derin' me not 10 darken his doors again? {? soilo-
quized the Young gentleman Promised him
wouldn't, but didn't say nohn' about wnkers.
Winders is Just as good as doors, ef there aint no
nails to tear your trousers onto. Wonder il Sally
will come down? The crltter promised me. Pm
afeard to move about here, 'cause might break
my shins over somehn' nuther, and wake the old
folks, Cold enough TO freeze Polish bear here.
All here comes Sally
The beauteous maid descended with pleasant
smile, low.candle and box Of lucifer matches
After receiving rapurous greeting, she made up
a rousing fire in the cooklng-sove, and the happy
couple sat down 10 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
elsewhere, and Joe, who was Just making up his
mind 10 treat himself TO kiss WIS startled by the
voice Of the deacon, her father, shouting from his
chamber door, Sally what are you getting up in
the middle of the night for?'
Tell him it's most morning. whispered Joe.
can't tell Gb' said Sally.
Tll make il truth, then' said Joe; and run
ming to the huge, odfashioned clock that stood in
the corner, he SET It at five.
Look at the clock, and tell me what time il is,
cried The old gentleman.
'lpS hye by the clock,' answered Sally; and,
corroborating her words, the old clock struck
6yp
The lovers sat down again and resumed their
conversation. Suddenly the staircase began to
creak Good gracious IT'S father exclaimed
Sally.
'The deacon by thunderp cried Joe. Hide
me. Sally.'
where can hide youT cried the distracted
grl
'Ah! know said he. Ill squeeze into the
eock.case' And without another word, he con.
cealed hmself in the case, and closed the dool.
The deacon was dressed, and sitting himself
down by the cooking-stove, pulled ont his pipe
lighted it, and commenced smoking deliberately
and calmly. Five o'clock eh?' said he. 'Wel
shall have time 10 smoke three or four pipes
and then l'll 90 and feed the Critters.'
Hadn't you better feed the critters fust, sir,
suggested the dutlful Sally.
NO; Smokin' clears my head and wakes me mp,
replied the deacon. who seemed not a whit dis
posed TO hurry his enjoyment
Rnrr-r.r.r-.-whizzEgdm ldng ding ding ding
went the clock.
'Tormented lightning p cried the deacon, stand
ing up and dropping his pipe on the stove; 'what'r
creations that?'
ITS only The clock striking FIVE p said Sally
TREMENDOUSLY.
Whizz dingl ding ding went the clock fu
ronsy.
Powers of mercy p cried the deacon. 'Strikin
FIVE it's struck hundred alrepdy.'
Deacon Barberry,' cried the deacon,s bette
half, who had hastily robed herself, and now cant
plugging down the staircase in the widest state o
alarm, what is the matter with the clockP
Goodness orly knows,' replied the holy man
FPS been in the family these hundred years, am
never did know It to carry on so afore'
Whizz! ding ding ding ding went the clocl
again.
'Ip bust itselfp rried the old lady, shedding
food of tears, 'and there won't be nothn' left o
it,
'Ifs bewtchedp said the deacon, who retaine
leaven of good old New England superstition i
his nature. And now,' said he after pause, al
vanclng resolutey towards the clock, 'l'll Sc
what's got INTO it,
'0hl don'tp cried his daughter seizing one
his costtails, while his wife clnng to the other
DON'T p chorussed both the women ,ogeher
Let go nv rament.' shouted the old deacoI
n. Al -