Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1853-07-28
Another Yankee Trick,


loves met said Jonathan Doubkins, as
he eat upon the corn-feld fence. mcdila.
ting upon the course OF his true love,
which was running just as Shakespeare
salih--rather roughly. Il: Suke Pea.
body has tuck shine 10 iha, gawky.
long -Shanked. s,ammerin', shy critter
Gusse,, just cause he's city fellsr, she
Amt the gall took her for. that's sar.
tain. No! i,'s the old folks; darn their
ugly picsers Old Mrs. Peabody was
always dreadful hightalu,n' crtter, full
of big notions, and the old mans sof,
head, driven around by his wife, just as
nur old one-eyeu rooster is drove about
hy our catankerous five footed Dolkln'
hen. But ef | don't spile his fun my
name ain, Jonathan. I'm goin' down
TO ,he city by the railroad next week, and
when | cpme back. wake snakes! that's
all
The above soliloquy may serve TO
give the reader some slight idea of the
land, III the pleasant rustic village where
the speaker resided.
Mr. Jonathan Doubikins was q young
farmer, we'll TO do in the world, and
looking ou, for wife, and had been pay
ing his addresses 10 a Miss Susan Pea
body. the only child of Deacon Elder
berry Peabody. of that ilk, and with q
fair prospect of success, when city ac-
qain'ancc of Peabody's. one Mr.. Cor
ne,!us Gussei. who kept a retail dry
goods store in Hanover street, Boston,
suddenly made his appearance in the
fed. and began the cu,sing-out game
Dazzled with The prospect of becoming
genileman's wife, and peslered by the
imporsuniiies of her aspiring mamma,
the village beauty had begun 10 waver,
when her old lover determined uoon q
last and bold stroke to foil his rival
He wen, to the city, aud returned: of his
business there he said nothing--nos even
To maiden aunt who kept house for
him. He went not near the Peabodys,
but labored in his corn-feld. patiently
awaiting the result of his Vaccinations.
The next day Mr.. Gusset was seat.
ed with the old folks and their daughter
in The bes. room Of the Peabody man
sion, chatting as pleasantly as may be.
when the door opened and in rushed a
very dirty, furious Irish woman.
Is il there ye are, Gusse,! Come
on, of tha', before ] fetch ye, ye spal-
peen! Is it that whai ye promised me
before the prasle. ye haitian nager .
Running away from me and the children
--forsakin' yer lariul welded wife, and
runnin arses the Yankee gals. ye infiten-
| tial.'
Woman. there mus. be some mis-
take here stammered Gussei, taken sIl
aback by this charge.
'Divll a bi. OF mistake. We sarpini
.. wirra, wirra, was it for the like o. ye
that | sacked little Dinnis Mccarthy
who loved the ground rod upon. and
all because ye promised TO make lady
of me, ye dirty thief o. The wurruld!--
Viii ye come along 10 the station. where
letl lille Patrick, because he was toe
sick with the small pox to come any fur
dar. or will ye wait ill ! drap ye?'
'Go-go-along.' gasped Gusse,. go
I'll follow you
He thought il best to temporize.
| Il give you ten minutes, said the vi
rago. If ye ain's there. ms me cousin
MIR Thabby Mulgruddery, will be af,e
ye, ye thief
/ Anc away went this unbidden guest
Mr.. Gussel was then engaged in siam
mering out denial of all knowledge 0
the virago. when the door opened again
and dirty little black eyed, ha,che,
faced woman. in hashy silk gown aEt
a cap of many ribbons. perched on ,h'
top of her head, Invaded The sancti,y o
the parlor.
j is he herer she cried, in a strong &C
cent of French. Then she added, vii,
a scream, 'Ah, Mon Dieu! lie VOLTA! Ter
! he is. Trai,re! monster! Va, for yo
run away from me! Dis two or ire
years nevair see you-nevair-and IN,
heart broke very bad entirely
who are you! cried Gussel. his eye
starting out of hiS head. and ,hiverin
from head TO foot.
He asks me who am, Oh, you va