Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1855-08-10
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OLDEN TIMES.---No. Is.
SEVENTY YEARS IN THE WIN
OOSKI VALLEY"
The Pocket Pistol and Pair
of Shears.
CONTINUED.


loaned the widow the sum of $40
to enable her to pay off mortgage
on the homestead, which her late
husband had been unable to taxi
up before he died, in consequence
of having sold yoke of oxen an,
COW TO a droyer, for that purpose
and taken his pay in bills on tn
old farmers Exchange Bank,
which broke just before the mort
gage became due.
Everybody said how kind the
deacon was thus to assist the poo
widow in her necessity. Miss Me
hitabel Megrim, an ancient maiden
exclaimed" Twill sartainly be {
match though for my part, can
diskiver what the deacon sees il
Wilder Wilcox so wonderful cap
tervsting- she alters looked to me
like a very patchiky kind Of a body
aud what's more, what kinder right
has she got to have two husbands
when some of us can't get even one,
should like to know. Not that
want husband, no, by no means
| wouldn't have the best man in the
whole universal world; and don't
care who knows ii, | don't"
Now, the widow, though very
thankful for the loan Of the money,
could not for the life of her discov.
er why she should surrender up her
self to such a man, i'll liquidation OF
such a debt so she very kindly, but
very unequivocally,rejecte the dea-
cons offer.
On the night Of the widows re-
fnsal the deacon went home, "nurs-
ing his wrath to keep it warm. -
The deacon was implacable in tenn
per. His pride was wounded. Re-
venge to him was ever sweet NOR
sell. The next day he sent the
sheriff with writ of attachment on
her goods and chattels, real, person.
sonal and mixed and for want
thereof, to take the body. The
widow still had friends gave the
required bail, and the deacon was
baked, as we shall see in the Sc
quel.
The gentle reader, the kind rea-
der, or the reader neither gentle nor
kind, no matter which, will please
stick a pin here, as we must make
a trifling DEPRESSION in our eventful
history.
Jacob Wilcox, the eldest child
and only son Of the departed Gabri.
ell, inherited all the muscular ener
gy and the mental goodness of his
father before him. On him his IA
theirs mantle had fallen, and he
Wore it with becoming dignity. He
had filled his fathers place in the
labors Of the farm, in the pew at
the church on the Sabbath, and at
the family altar, whose daily fires
were never suffered to go out. On
the adjoining farm resided the Wes-
terlys. Between the two families
inlerchanges of kind Offices had al
ways been practiced, and social
neighborIy intercourse fosiered and
cultivated. In this family lived
sweet Sarah Westerly.
Sarah Westerly knew that she
was beautiful. She knew it by the
smiling countenances that met hers
at home, by the roadside, at the
church on the holy Sabbath, and
from her kind teachers at school,
She knew it by the faces of the
old, that always smiled upon her in
her gleelul gladness; and the hap
ply face that mirrored her merry
laugh as she stopped to dip water
from the cool spring on the suliry
summers day, also told her that she
was beautiful.
Jacob Wilcox and Sarah Wester-
ly were children and playmates to-
gether. In company they hunted
hens eggs, and jumped upon the
hay, from the great beam in the
barn-they were taught their a, b,
C, from the same spelling book at
the woman's school-together they
chased the butterfly over the green
sward and when the evening
came, they sat under the old apple
tree at the corner Of the orchard,
and ate their ackberries and milk
from the same little porringer.
What wonder, then, that their af-
fiction for each other grew and
strengthened with their growth and
strength, and when he arrived at
years of maturity, aud she was Just
blushing into womanhood, they
should be drawn together by the
silken cords of love, and should
seek to unite their fortunes, for veal
or for woe, in the indissoluble bonds
of marriagel
How Jacob wooed and won his
mountain nymph-how his hear
beat against his ribs, and leaped in,
to his throat, half choking his III.
terance, when he urged her TO be,
come his forever and for aye-hov
she blushed rosy red, when in tn
JOY of her young heart she CAV
her full consent-thelr plans an
hopes, their joys and sorows-ar
they not written in the Book of Ur
forgotten Memories, aud safely lai
away in Loves Library Thel
let them remain.
AT the time of which we writ
Jacob was in his nineteenth sun
mer, a manly, muscular lad, II
stay and staff of his widowed mott
er. His assistance On the far