Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-06-16
VOLUME II. NO. 35

he was the RoLin Goo fellow who upset
your wardrobe.
Just like him. repl;el. but never
theless, | AN bent OH shooting this morn
ing
so yoa shall shoot. oil fellow cried
Tom Nee,lham. so you shall and you
needn't cool your fingers either. You
leave this Old rat-trap to morrow, don't
you?'
Yes
Very good. Then well give your land
lady a proof Of solid regard. Here;' and
he took piece of coal from the hearth as
he Spoke-'l Ii chalk out the old lady on
the closet door. Load your pistols--its
about twenty PAGES from the other side of
the room-and we'll put more balls into
the old feminine than she puts pepper corns
into her mock turtle soup.
a general yell of approval greeted his
novel proposition, amid which Tom grave
ly proceeded to sketch what he called re-
ma!kably correct portrait of the mistress
OF the house; and Harry Pierce to work
to load the pistols. When Harry had
finished, he claimed the first shot for his
pains, which Tom claimed for the same
reason, insisting that he had set up the
wind mill he ought to tilt at it. A mock
alteration followed, which was finally
settle by atosS, up, which Harry won.-
lie graSpcd the pistol accordingly ana
fired.
Anoise ofsomething followed The con-
cussion had disturbed the body, which in
falling had struck side shelf, and ov,r
turned some books. We all started.-
Needham, however, did MT motto it, and
pres nted his p.s,ol, fired again, entirely
too low, exclaiming wi en- e saw the result
There's ball in her IadyShip's calf, by
Jupiter.
Harry turned to me as white as ashes,
and Did you hear any iing?'
Il did, rep led, 'i!e ball from your
pistol, and be hanged to you, has upset
some Of my books, suppose.
'Oh, my God.' eXcl.imed Harry, 4
!, have terrible presen,imcnt. Suppose my
, brother should have hid himself in the
, closet. And he sank down on the chair
as he spoke. We gathered round him
} and Tom Needham burst into a fit OF
5 laughter.
4 Upon my soul, said he, you are worse
| than the bakers daughter Here he cried
in squeaking tone, If were to be mar
ried, and were to have little baby, and i
t, were to come here and get into the ovel
e and then be burned to death-boo-boo!
/ Then resuming his natural to.e he exclaim
!, ed:
2 you are the mos: ridiculous fools, tn
e whole of you, ever saw. Have you an,
e brandy in your den ? must have littl
o to revive me after this scene. You'd bet
$ t'rgive Harry SOM. Lord knows he need
: it,
= My heart throbbcd with strange delight
i The web ofmy difIicu ties was being rapid
| ly unravellel-my escape was almost Ger
k tain but what i, they Ahould discover tn
If fracture? lwalkel boldly forward to tn
J. closet aud placed my hand on the catcl
| mob, said-'ln order to diSsipate you
Il doub, I'll open the mystery. .4s Ispak
k l threw the door wide open.
e Mine was an affection .te shot, but no
e. SO that Of the rest. shall not forget tn
wild shrek Of dispair which left the bosom
It of HAIRY Pierce as he knelt forward an
II arose the pody Of his brother, II " the tel
It rible tones Of that hoarse whisper, in whc
n he said, I'm Cain God forgive M,
1t folly!' and then sank iuto the al ms Of Tol
}. Needham.
d My companions examined the body
1t The ball Of Harry had evidently gon
d through his heart. The absence OF bloc
&c was at once accounted for by the inwar
= bleeding and as we We're examining tn
Y 10 !y, we heard the shrill voice of OF
n hostess la y outside scolding because W
|. We're firing pistols and shrieking in ou
1t room.
$, A debate now ensued in regard to tt
y disposal of the dead body. l knew tn;
&c the blow on the head would be discovcre,
" of the thing was suggested that we had be
70 ter bury the boly secredly. l told the
" that it could be packed in the long be
y which lay there and that one of us cou
it meet the conveyance out of town, take
IN to some out of the-way stop, where cou
le assist to bury the body. In the meal
at while, Needham could purchase cof1i
rs aud other necessary meterals as thong
vi to send it off to the untry, and at mig
os we could bury it.
e. Harry Pierce made no opposition,
h, was in }apable Of anything, the plan W
ed carried ont, as suggested, and each pa,
ed. The rest was convinced and are sti
e, that brother had been the unwilling ma
Ag dercr Of brother. Harry Price died la
year in mad house, and | am her
I, twenty years after, with grey hairs on II
ce head, and all uncloudei reputati IL, to ts
as the tale
re- WMNr Wan Cosrs.-Victor Hugo,