Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1855-10-30
TT u III % R O u s.
.,. .,..H- From the Clock Maker.
Tho Road to q Woman's Heart...The
Broken Heart, t..


. As we approached the Inn at Amherst,
the CIockmaker grew uneasy. Its pret.
" we'll on in the evening", guess, said
he, ard Marin Pugwash is as unsar,in in
her temper as mornn in April; its all
sunshine or all clouds with her, and il
she's in one Of Ter tanirums, she'll
stretch out her neck and hiss, like a
goose with flock Of goslins. | won.
der what on airlb Pugwash was think
in on, when he signed articles of part
nership with that are woman, she's not a
bad lookin piece Of furniture neither,
and its proper pity sich a clever wo.
man should carry such stiff upper lip
--she reminds me Of our old minister
Joshua Hopewell's apple trees.
The old minister had an orchard Of
most particular good fruit, for he was a
great hand at buddin, graftin, and what
not, and the orchard Git was on the soutl,
side Of the house) stretched right up to
the road. Well, there were some trees
hung over the fence, | never seed such
bearers. the apples hung in ropes, for all
the world like strings Of onions, and the
fruit was beautiful. Nobody touched
the ministers apples, and when other
folks lost theirn from the boys, his'n al.
ways hung there like bal, to hook, bul
there never was SO much as nibbIe at
'em. So said to him one day, Minis.
ter, said |, how on airth do you manage
to keep your fruit that's so exposed,
when no one else can do il nohow.-
Why, says he. they are dreadful pretty
fruit. Amt they? guess. said I,lhere
ant The like on 'em in all Connecticut,
Well, says he, I'll tell you the secret
but you needn't let on to any one abou,
it. That are row next the fence, graf.
ted It myself. Itook great pains to ge
The right Kind, ! sent clean up TO Rox
berry and away down TO Squaw neck
Creek, was afeared he was a goin te
give me day and date for every graft, be
ing terrible long.winded man in hi.
stories,) SO says !, know that, minister
bur how do you preserve them? Whv
Iwasa goin to tell you, said he; wher
you stopped me. That are outward rov
grated myself with the choicest kim
could find, and succeeded. The,
are beautiful, but so eternal sour, n,
human soul can eat them. Well, tn
: boys think the old minister's gra(tin ha
all succeeded about as we'll as that row
and they search no farther. The
snickef at my gra(tin, and | laugh in m
sleeves, lguess. at their penetration.
Now, Marin Pugwash is like the Min
ister's apples, very temp'in fruit to loo
at, but desperate sour. IfPugwash ha
watery mouth when he married, l CUES
lie pretty puckery by this time. How
-sser, II she goes to act ugly, I'll give he
adose Of f'soft sa wder,' that will take til
frown out Of her frontispiece, and max
her dial.Plste as smooth as lick Of c.
pal varnish. lts pity she's such
kickin' devil. too, Tor she has goo
poinis-good eye-good foot-nsat pa
tern-6ne chest--a clean set Of limb
and carries a good --. But here, \
are. now you'll sec what soft sawds
will do.
When We entered the house, the ira,
elsrs room was all in darkness, and q
opening The opposite door into the 81
ting room. we found the female part
the family distinguishing the FIRE for d
night. MRS. Pugwash had broom
her hand. aud was in tho act (ths Ia
act Of female housewifervl Of aweeni,
the hearth. The strong Aicksring lis
ofthe FIRE, q il fell upon her ta1lsGI
figure and beautiful face. reyealsd
creature worthy Of the Clockmake
comments, -
Good evening, Marin, said Mr.. Slie
how DO you do and hows Mr. Pugwas