Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1853-06-08

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mon disu! k viola! Zere he is. Traitor! Watt fo'
you run away from me? dis two tree years
nevair see you-nevair--and my heart broke very
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se"IVho are youan cried Gusset, his eyes start.
ing out of his head, and shivering from head to
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%'eHe ask me who Pam. O, ladies, O, you very
respectable old gintelhomme! hear vot he ask!
Who Tam, ps5fde! ali. I am your wife, ssaS
T. | never see YOU 'fore-s' help me Bob! cried
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"Don't you swear!'' said old Deacon Peabody.
Ef yousdo, I'll kick you into fits, by golly! l
wont hev no profane vular language in my
house. s,s;yg Ess.g.s;.E=ss s.sssi Z ,l@f aHG
30, bless, you, bless you'll respectable old man.
Tell him-'sobs interrupted her utterance. 9its
ats pesky bad businessi said the deacon
chaing with unwonted ire. sGusset, you're a
rascal. Z, So t1s5aass sa494 }ssE5 sss;If .vss
stake care, Deacon Peabody, take care.''said
the unfortunate shop-keeper. $50 sssa-szssssas1s
Isl remarked that you was q rascal, Gusset-
You're gone and married two wives-and that
ere's fiat burglary, eff know any thing 'beout
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g g Two wives!n shrieked the French woman.
aHalfa dozen, for all know to the contrary.'
said the deacon. ."Now you clear out of my
house--go way to the station-and clear out into
Boston. / wont hev nothin more to do with
you.'' - g etsssge sfasQse ~ ta gs,sz zaa 7ssa
"But deacon! hear mes @z,f ;-=le .eyEet5 go
II don'tWant to hear ye--ye sarpint!" cried
the deacon stopping his ears with his hands
ssMarryin'' two wives, and comm courtin' third.
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- Even Mrs. Peabody, who was inclined to put
ina word for the culprit, was silenced.-Susan
turned from him in horror, and in utter dispair he
fed tosthe railway station, hotly pursued by the
clamorous and indignant French woman. s.e3
That same afternoon, as Miss Susan Peabody
was walking towards the village, she was over
taken by Mr.. Jonathan Doubikins, dressed inhis
best, and driving his fast going horse before his
Sunday go-to meeting chase. He rained up, and
escorted her. 35 54aetsEl z5SksFi} e.tt
Hello Sukel Get in and takea ridel', % ~
sl.Don't keer if i do, Jonathan," replied the
young lady accepting the profered seat.
"I say-you . said Jonathan, grinning, sthat
'ere city felier turnedou pooty pup, amt he!'
szs'It's dreadful fits true,'' replied the young
lady. .6ssssls ssss5zes sz.3 81, 'sss;;s.s5s=
You had anarrer escape, did't ye?'' pursued
the old lover. =" But he warn't never of no ac-
count, any how. What did the old folks think
about it. 2 80 5-sses@e.s; - z4sQa -s.e
3 ..They haint said word since he cleared out.''
-" Forgot that night rode you home from sing
ing schoolr' asked Jonathan, suddenly branching
off sEc:s5sst..s1.sk = ats73 rs ssss. ez4z
No, Ihaint, replied the young lady, blushing
and smiling at the same time. ;se :aszs
Remember them apples / gin you!" -a
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.Well, they was good-wasn't they?" asss.s-Fs
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"Got hull orchard of them kinder fruit Suke," :"
said jonathan, suggestively. "s..a
5. Susan was silent. rs "a ssaAa@sss a Az1a!t+z
aGoaiong! exclaimed Jonathan, putting the
s.braid' on the black horse. Have you any idea
where we're going, Sukea" i 9aS.,s
sf:Pm going to the village" as.is
sNoyou ain't-you're goin' longer me.'' o
"Where tot =ss nj s. s7zs
providence. And you don't come back till
you're Miss. Doubikins-no how you can fix it"
,sHow you talk, Jonathan!''
s:Hang the old folks!" cried Jonathan, putting
on the string again. "Ef I was to leave you with
them much longer, they'd be tradin' you off on
to some city feller with half dozen wives al
ready" -;so 7s.ag - & zsss.@ --efFi5s5
The next day, as Mr.. and Mrs. Doubikins were
returning home in their chaise, Jonathan said
confdentially: ze afl' ssssss saas7zs5 5y
"May as well tell you now, Suke-for haini
any secrets from you-that Gusset never see
them afore the day they came stompin' into your
house and blowed him up. I had though. Cos
me ten dollars, by thunder! teached 'em what
to say, and expect they'd done it well. Ole
Gusset may be sharp shopkeeper, but if he ex
poets to get ahead Of Jonathan Doubikins, ht
must get up pla guier sight airlier a. mornings!'
A DEAD SELL."-An amusing story is tole
of a young Partisan artist, who lately painted 9
portrait of Duchess, with which her friends
were not notwithstanding that it was totally
unlike. The painter, however, was convince
that he had succeeded admirably, and propose
that the question of resemblance or no resem
biance be left to little dog belonging to tn
Duchess, which was agreed to accordingly, tn
picture was sent to the hotel of the lady next day
and large party assembled to witness the test
The dog was called in, and no sooner did he Sc
the portrait, than he sprang upon it, licked it a
over, and showed every demonstration of tn
greatest Joy. The triumph of the painter wa
complete, and all present insisted that the pictur
had been retouched during the night; which wa
actually so--the painter having rubbed it owe
,,,;tb . thin ceatinr of lard!. The dogs nose wa