Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1854-04-14
"whsrs the gay company of trees look


to tell it. tramping through the COM
II ain't fair--ii was Mrs. Bryant, I'd
hoist her, certain"
"She means the poet" said Mrs.
Smith.
at matters not what he Is; he IL no
great shakes, or he would not be leading
another mans wife astray."
Mrs. Smith put her foot on Mrs. Jen-
kins's toe; Mrs. Lawson looked at
Mrs. Paine. and smiled knowingly.
Mrs. Stella White Rumsey famed
herself, declaring she wss nearly expl-
ring with heat--that she was quite sag-
ged out; for the last week she had been
dragged from pillar to post, In her late
visit TO Cincinnati. She declared folks
had no mercy-no feeling.
"That Is the natural consequence OF
being lioness," said Mrs. Bergman
with a wicked twinkle Of her eye. III
you will dance, yov must pay the pi-
per-"
"IIow do you think Harriet Beecher
Stowe stands III Did you ever read
UnSlc Toms Cabini"
"Never." said Mrs. Rumsey; al am
very sure nothing could be interesting
where the hero is a great double -jointed
negro"
But Is interesting" said Mrs. Law
son: Z" know II don't pretend to be his
tory OF the great and the ritined; il was
written to do good; could not put 1t
down after took II up until got
through. When Lofty Jane got hold OF
il, thought in my soul she would have
growed to the chair; says |, Lofty, come
to supper" 'Oh! MOTHER she says, Il
can't eat while Eliza is walking over the
river with her boy;' aud how the poor
thing cried when that monster had poor,
dear, old Uncle Tom logged"
"La! Miss Lawson, | thought you
Kantuck folks believed in foggingl'
"Not that kind, and under such cir
cumstances, such faithful creature
Ought to put aruille on this sleeve, Miss
Jenkins!"
III you have bits enough left, you had
as wei set il of u little; IL will give il a
finished look. Did you say Priscilla
Waugh was a medium!'
"Yes did that very thing"
"She denies IL, aud says she never had
communication with spirit In heI
life."
81 said she was a medium for tattlers
as to the spirits, Mrs. Lawson, all have
to say is, there are more kinds than
one"
"Do you believe in the rappersl"
al cannot say that | do; but there i
something mighty strange in it,"
"Were you ever at Mrs. Bakers, Il
see the medium from Cincinnatil"
"Shaw," said Miss Fobes, "it is al
humbug, aud II twas fact that were
done. Il Is witchcraIt, aud as such
cschew H."
at is very q1eer--you will allow that
Miss Fobes. You know Tilman Barnsr
"oh, yes. everybody knows Til
man.
"Well, Tlman Burns came over I,
our house; we were peeling peache,
TO dry, aud were sitting in the back porch
Jane Shaw was there; she was sitting
between Lofty Jane and William Henry
and she threw peach aud hit Til. plum
10 the mouth;with that they commenced
romping; they turned over a tub OF peach
es; broke a five gallon crock filled will
nice clings, all cut and stoned, read.
for the kiln; poor Jane got her foot bad
ly cut, aud Tilman streaked IL for thu
Doctor; and when he found him he wa
at Mrs. Bakers, and he says, that wher
he went In, the little table that Away
sets by the cupboard was following III,
girl round the room!"
"Mrs. Lawson, that Is some Of Til
mans yarns"
"He says he saw H."
"Does tde Doctor believe in iti'
"ln course he does; he has had commu
mic alton with several spirits"
"Some Of his departed patiehtsl" says
Mrs. Bergman.
"IIas he quit drinking" asked Mrs
Tucker.
"Yes I believe so."
at has come to him lately, then" said
Pinkton.
ever since his shop burned down
you know everybody said that he set Il OF
fire himself, with mixing up his trucks
when he was tight"
"Mrs Tucker, | would not live with O
drunkard; il is dangerous. Now, ther,
is Mrs. Williams, she can't be persuaded
to leave her husband; she loves him il
spite OF everything"
1T is a mystery to me, and always hai
been, how woman can love a drunkard
living with him is another affair. II Mr.
PinKton drank might live with him
but tell you he would have ho
house."
"If my husband was an enebriate, sait
Mrs. Stella White Rumsey, shoul'
pity him, and pity swels the tide o
love;' could not fofsake him, aud leav,
him TO the cVntumely OF the world! oh
no,
Ties around this heart are spun,
Which cannot, will not, be uneone.'"
"Some men can't help IT," said Mrs
Grimes, "that is, IL they give themselves
up to Il at first. il becomes chronic dis
ease, and needs physician and rem
edy as much as the liver complaint o
cholera; they ought to be taken care o
and treated like patients"
1T pains me to see that poor younl
creature, who lives in Mrs. Parsons oil
house, said Mrs. Rosburn; "they say she
is suffering
Suffering, and we working for th,
Hottentotr cried Mrs. Grimes; we ar.
not half doing our duty
Her husband comes home drunk ever,
two or three days; sometimes he is verl
boisterous,' said Mrs. Smith.
She Is lovely said Mrs. Rumsey
very lovely; saw her In Cincinnati
Where do they hail froml' asked Mrs
Jenkins.
New York city,
'Some poor, broken scamp, como ou