The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1854-11-08
A Tale Of Love and stratagem,

A Tale Of Love and Stratagem,
"rhe critter loves me! | know she loves
mel" said Jonathan Dobkins, as he sat on the
corn-held fence, meditating on the course of
true love that was running-as Mr. Shake
Speare said it did-rather roughly. "lf
Suko Peabody has taken a shine to that
gawky, long shanked, stammerin', shy crit
ter, Gusset, just because he's city ieller.
she amt the gal | took her Tor, that's ssr-
tin. No, it's the old folks, darn their ugly
picters. Old Mrs. Peabody was alters a
dreadful highfalutin' critter, iulI Of stuck-up-
notions; ana the old mab's regular soft
head, driven by his wife, just as our old
rooster isdriyen by our cankerOus five-toed
Dorkin hen. But if | don't spile his fun,
my name amt Jonathan I'm going to the
city by railroad next week, and when | come
back I'll wake the snakes, that's all"
The above soliloquy may serve to give the
reader some idea Of the land in the pleasant
rustic village where the speaker resided.
Mr., Johnathan Dobkins was young far
mer, well TO do in the world and loollin.. out
for wife, AM had been paying his address
neius Gusset, who kept dry goodsshop on
Hanover street, Boston, suddenly made his
appearance in the field, and began the cut
ting-out game.
Dazzled with the prospect of becoming
merchants wife, aud pesered with the I'M
portunitles OF heraspiriug mamma, the beau
ty began to waver, when her old lover de,
termined on last-a bold stroke to fell his
rival. He went to the city and return d; Of
his business he said nothin -,--pot even To a
pumping old maid aunt, who kept house for
him He went not near the Peabody's but
labored in his corn field, aw Waiting the result
Of his Vaccinations.
The next day, Mr.. Gusset was seated with
the old folks and their daughter, in the best
room in the Peabody's mansion, chatting as
pleasantly as possible, whenthe door opened
and in rushed a dirty hish woman. .,.
els it there ye sit, Mr., Cornelius Gusset?
Come out Of that before fetch ye, We spal-
peen. Is that what ye promised me before
the praste, ye heather, ye nagur! Running
away from me and tn children --forsakin'
yer lawful welded wife, and runnin alter the
Taukee girls ye inhlei.''
@"Woman there must be some mistake
here. stammmed Gasset, taken all abaek
by this charge. r@a-a nrs#,
"DVii a bit Of amlstake, ye ssrpint! oh
wirra, warra, was Il for the likes Of ye |
sacked hide Dennis McCarly, who loved The
very ground | troI on, and all bekase We
promised to make lady of me, We black
dirty thafe Of the world! Will ye come on
to the railroad station where left little Pat
Trick, bekase he was too sick with the small
pox, to come any further, or will We wait till
| drag ye"
Go, go along and l will follow you, !"
gasped Gasset. He thought it best to tenn
Iporlze.
an give you ten minutes" said the vi,
rago. q Ifye amt there IFS me cousin Tha
Idy Magrundy will be after ye, ye thafe!'
Away went the unbidden guest.
Mr. Gusset was then engaged in stammer
ing out denial Of all knowledge, when The
parlor door again opened, and a little black
eyed, hatch-fac4d woman, in a hashy silk
gown and a cap OF many ribbons perched on
the top Of her head, invaded the sanctty of
The parlor. s.a...
"ls he here?" she cried in very decided
French accent.
Then she added with groan
"Ah! mon Dleul zare he is? Tratore,
monster! Yot for You runs away from me?
| Dis two, three years. nevair see yoa --ney-
ar, and my heart broke very bad. entirely. :"
"Who are youw cried Gasset, his eyes
staring out OF his head, and shiyering from
head To foot. salfi at
/ "He asks me who am? OH you are
very respectable Old gentleman--you hear
what he asks! Who am peride, | am your
wife?" ssI '19 ~
81 never you before so help me G 5dh''
cried Gusset energetically.
Don't you, swearp' said old Mr.. Peaho-
Idy;"i you. do III kick you into fits. / won't
fhaye any profane swearing in my house"
ooh, bless you, bless you, respectable old
Egentler an! Tellshim hs must come WIZ me ;
| tell him | have spoke to ze constable; tell
| him here sobs interrupted her utterance.,
"It's q pesky bad bu ,iness, . said the dea-
| con, chatting with unwonted ire. 'Gusset,
you are a rascal!
| "Fake care. Decon Peabody, take care,
sir, said the unfortunate shopkeeper.s y
Il remarked that you were a rascal, Gus
tset--yod have gone and married two wives,
and that ere's fiat burglary. If know any
thing about the Revised Staoots." '3 A
Two vifep' shrieked the little French
woman.
"llalf'a dozen fer aught / know to the
saidthe deacon. Meow yon get
Eeout ofmy my house; oaway n the station
Eaui . ear out for Boston; | wa tjnothing 10
do with you"
"But, deacon, hear me"
81 don't want TO hear, ybu sarpint,' cried
the deacon,lstoppiug hislears with hishaads;
i"your marryin' two wives, and comin'
eourtin'a thirdl Go slongl cleareout!"
EvenMfs Peabody. who was incliuei 10
put Ia u worlI fer the enlprit was siIencea.
Susan turned from him IN despair; he fed TO |
the railroad depot, hotly pursued BY The
clamorous French woman.
That afternoon, as Miss Spsan Peabody
was walking towards the silkge, she was
overtaken by MR.. Jphnalhsn Dobkns, ares-
sedin his bsstand driving 4 fast goiag horse