New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-06-14
Jonathan Ahead-Or a Tale of Love and
Stratagem.
BIT JItoMg ". srALDIzs.

| I" The crItter loves mel know she love
me ~ said Jonathan Dobkins, as he sat on th
corn-feld fence, meditating the course of tru
love, that was running-as Mr.. Shakespeare sal
tdid-rsther roughly. s.If Suke Peabody ha
taken shine to that gswky, long-shanked
stammerin', shy critter, Gussett, just becaus
nes city feller, she amt the gal took he
for, that's sartain. No, it's the old folks. dat1
| their ugly picturs. Old Mrs. Peabody wa
alters dreadful hfalutin' critter, full Of stucl
up notions; and the old mans regular soft
head, driven by his wife just as our old one eye
/ rooster is driven about by our cant.nkerou
fve-toed Dorkin' hen. But if don't spile hi
| fun, my name amt Jonathan. I'm going to th,
Icity by railroad next week, and when I CONT
| back, I'll wake snaks--that's all''
| The above soliloquy may serve to give TIL
reader some idea Of the land in the pleasan
rustic village where the speaker resided.
| Mr. Jonathan Dobkins was a young farmer
we'll to do with the world, and locking out for {
| wife, and had been paying his addresses to Mis-,
Susan Peabody. One Mr. Cornelius Gussett
who kept dry goods shop in Hanover street
Boston, suddenly made his appearance in tn,
field and began the cutting out game
Dazzled with the prospect of becoming gen
tlemaa's wife, and pestered with the importantly
| OF her aspiring mamma, the village beauty
began to waver, when her old lover determined
on a last and bold stroke to foil his rival HI
went to the city and returned; of his busines
| ne said nothing-not even to a pumping Ole
maiden aunt, who kept house for him. He wen
| not near the Peabodys, but labored in his corn
field, awaiting the result of his Vaccinations
The next day, Mr. Gussett was seated witt
he old folks and their daughter, in the best
troom Of Peabody's mansion, chatting as
pleasantly as possible, when the door opened
and in rushed very dirty Irish woman.
Is it there ye, sit, Mr.. Cornelius Gussett
Come out Of that before ] fetch ye, We spalpeen
Is that what ye promised me before the prast, We
hathen, We nagers Running away from me and
the childer-forsakin' yer lawful welded wife,
and runnin' after the Yankee gals, ye infdel Is
sWoman, there must be some mistake here,'
stammered Gussett, taken all aback by this
charge.
'' Divil q bit of d mistake, ye sarpint Oh,
wirra, wirra, was it for the likes of ye sacked
little Dennis McCarty, who loved the very
ground | trod on, and all bekase ye promised to
make lady of me, ye black, dirty thafe O the
world! Will ye come on to the railroad station,
where l left little Patrick, bekase he was too
sick with the smallpox to come any further, or
will ye wait till l drag yea
Go-go along; go, and I'll follow you,''
gasped Gussett He thought it best to tenn
porize.
&c III give you ten minutes" said the virago:
S if ye amt there, it's me cousin, Thaddy Ma
grundy, will be af6her ye. ye thafe!''
And away went the unbidden guest.
Mr.. Gussett was then engaged in stammering
out denial of all knowledge of the yirago, when
the parlor door again opened, and little, black
eyed, hatchet-faced woman, in a fiashy silk
gown, and cap of many ribbons perohed on the
top of her head, invaded the sanctity of the
parlor.
:" Is he here'" she cried in very decided
French accent.
Then she added with scream: ..==
" Ah ! mon Dieu zare he isl Traitore, mon
ster Vat for you runs away from me? Dis
Two, three years nevair see you-neyair, and
my heart broke very bad entirely. e
&c Who are you 20 cried Gussett, his eyes
starting out of his head, and shiyering from
head to foot.
&c He asks me who I am! Oh! you are very
old gentleman-you hear what he
asks! Who am ?-perfde, am your wife -
g never saw you before, SO help me Godi''
cried Gussett energetically.
'' Don't you swear! 2 said old Mr.. Peabody
g if you do, I'll kick you into fits. won't have
any profane swearing in my house,
Oh, bless you, bless you, respectableo old gem
tlemen! Tell him he must come wiz me; tell
him have spoke to re constable; tell him-n
here sobs interrupted her utterance.
" It's pesky bad business said the deacon,
,haing with unwonted ire. ''Gussett, you are
rasoal!''
Take care, Deacon Peabody. take care, SIR
aid the unfortunate shop keeper
" remarked that you were rascal, Gussett
fou have gone and married two wives and that
res flat burglary ef know anything about the
Revised Statoots''s
1.-TWO wife {" shrieked the little French wo-
nan. z=-i--zz- szse
"Halt- dozen for aught know to the con-
rary p said the deacon ss Meow yeu get Get scgt
Il my house; go away to the station and clear
nut to Boston, want nothing more to do with
1ou''
But, deacon, hear me-
don't want to hear you, you sarpint,' .
ried the deacon, stopping his ears with hisl
lands you marryin' two wives, and comm q !
curtin n third Go long; clear out.''@
Even Mrs. Peabody, who was inclined to put |
word for the culprit, was silenced Susan |
urned from him in despair; he fed to the rail-
DAD depot, hotly pursued by the elamorous
'reneh woman.
That afternoon, as Miss Susan Peabody was
'alking towards the village, she was overtaken
y Mr. Jonathan Dobkins, dressed in his best,
nd driving fast going horse before his Sun
ay-go- connecting gig. He refined up and thus
ccosted her:
Hello, Suke; get in and take little ride /"
"Don't keer if | do, Jonathan replied the
oung lady, accepting the proffered seat.
" say, you, said Jonathan, grinning, ss that
re city feller's turned out poorly, amt hesn
-" 1t dreadful, if it's true," replied Susan
!" ou had narrow escape, didn't ye p pur-
led her old lover, But he warn't any ac-
'unt, no how, What do the old folks think of
They hain't said word since he cleared
it,
Forgot the night carried you home from
nging SCHOOL," asked Jonathan, suddenly
ranehing off
's No. | hain't." replied the lady, blushine
i'd smiling at the same time.
's Remember them apples gin YET" +
sob, yes.
6 Well, they was good, wasn't theys"
=" Fustrate. Jonathan"
SCOT hull orchard full of such kind of
uit," said Jonathan suggestively.
Susan was silent.
:" 'langn exclaimed Jonathan, putting the
aid to his black horse
.' Have you any idea where we're going to,
!" I'm going to the village
!" No you amt; you are going along with !
g Where tor
Providence; and you don't come back till !
'u're Mrs. Dobkins. no how you can fix it, !
g How you talk, Jonathan" ,,
&c It's q fact"
/" But, then, the old folks" commented Su-
n. q IS !
." Darn the old folks" said Jonathan, putting
the string again; eff | was to leave YOU
tn them much longer, they would be a tradin' !
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