Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1854-01-06

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mother his mother looked at me; and l
looked at both of them; AMI then We
laughed and criel, till We nearly had rcgu.
lar Mysteries.
But who was the "Friend'1 That was
the question. We were all born Yankees,
and did our best at "guessing;" but it
didn't help US. Well, at any rate, it was
very nice, all round. l hadn't to be rout.
ed. No, ucr John, nor his dear old moth.
er. And pussy purred round as if she had
as much reason to be glad as any of US !;
and abe canary trilled so sharp a strain
that We were obliged to mIffie his cage aud
bis enthusiasm, with Johns red silk pock-
ct handkerchief
Mrs. Harris and | had not got our fem
mime tongues still, the next day, when
John came back, in the middle Of the
forenoon, with another riddle, to drive our
womauly curiosity still more distracted.
He was requested to call immediately-so
note, he had just received, read-at Mr..
& Co.'S, aud "accept the head clerk
ship, at salary of 81, 400 year; being
highly recommended by person whose
name bis new employers decline giving"
That was a greater puzzle still. John
and his mother had rich relations, to be
sure; but; though they had always been
interfering in all their plans for making a
living, they never had been known to giee
them anything except advice, or to call on
them by daylight; and it wasn't at all like.
ly that the leopard would change his
spots, at that late day. No; it couldn't
be Johns rich relatives, who were always
in such panic lest upper tendon should
discover that their cousins, the Harrises,
lived in an questionable par, Of the town,
dined at one o'clock, and noticed trades
people and mechanics.
We were too sensible to believe in fair
les, and who the mischief was emp,ying
the /. horn Of plenty" in that way a, our
feet, was the question.
When we awoke The next morning, We
ound in the back yard, barrel of apples,
barrel Of -four, keg of butter, and q
bag of buckwheat aour, hbeled-" For
Mr.. John Harris, street"
John declared (after pinching himself
to see if he were really John,) tha, he
fastened the gate inside the very last thing
before he put on his night-cap Mrs Har-
ris saii somebody must have climbed over
aud unfastenci it; and I jumped righ. up
and down, for Il bright though, had just
struck me, and | was determined to hold
on to it, for didn'; have bright thought
euery day.
"What now ?" said John, as I capered
round the room.
"Oh nothing" said I. " only II takes
a woman, after all. to find out secret
and to keep Il, too" l added, swapping my
fingers at him.
That day l thought itwould do me good
% ride about in an omnibus. tried ser-
'ral. 1t didn't make much difference to
ne whether they wen: up stree, or down,
# where they finally stopped was look
ng more at the passengers.
by and BY saw the person I wanted
laid /, in whisper, sitting down beside
im," House rent-clerksbip-Aour-but
and buck wheat, all for gir-
Dg you a sea: in an omnibus ~
Didn't know that the fairy" was the
ice old man with silver lccss2 Didn't
c bribe me to hold my tongue, by telling
le that be would come AMI drink tea with
lie, SO that he might get peep at John
nd his mother? Didn't he Gomez and
ldn't look as much astonished when he
,llcd, as if it hadn't been oil settled
vo days previous? But how was to
now that Mrs. Harris would turn out to
Q an old love Of his How was Joan to
now, when he felt such an irresistible I
npulsc to be kind to the old man, tha, his ;
lir had grown gray loving his mother2 ?
ow was the oil man to know why he
we'd John so we'll, and though. him one
the finest young men be had ever seen?
ow was to know that was to turn out
be what | always so mortally detested- $
feminine matchmaker '
The Great American Desert. =,
There is a great desert in the interior Of
orth America 1t is almost as large as ,
C famous Sahara of Africa 1t is fifteen
,ndred miles long, and thousand wide.
ow, if it were a regular shape-that is to :