The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1855-11-07
KEZIAH JONES' APPLE BEE.
BIZ NoAD1AH BUcKTHoRN, NJ. D.
PART l.

It was mild day in the latter part of
November day which properly be-
longed to Indian Summer; for some rea-
son it was not forthcoming at that season;
so it claimed and received place just as
autumn was about to hand over his books
to the "ruler of the inverted year."
"Mr. Gulic," said Mrs Jones, standing
In the kitchen doorway, and looking to-
wards the hired man who was taking up
the last cabbage in the garden, i" Mr.. Gu
lic,n said Mrs. Jones, elevating her voice
so that it overcame the obstacle presented
by eight rods intervening space, Il want
you to do an errand for me this morning;
] want you to go to Mr. Halls for me, 4"
Mr.. Guile gave intimation 10y nod
that he comprehended the nature of her
wants, and proceeded to finish his work,
saying
AZ knew something out of the common
line was wanting as soon as heard the
Mister. 1t is Ben at other times. have
no objection to going over to Halls
none whatever, especially since Becky is
at home" He accordingly went to Mrs.
Jones and received his instructions.
This said Benjamin Franklin Guile was
. heavy-built Yankee, about twenty years
old, who had made good use of his eyes
as well as his teeth during the greater part
of that period. He worked by the year
for Mr.. Jones. He was the adviser, and,
to great extent, director of his employer,
who had not the enterprise, self-reliance,
and talent for command which character
ize most of those whose republican liber-
ties with the kings English mark them as
belonging to New England.
Mr.. Guile did not move his feet rapid
lyon the principle that large bodies
move slowly-but he moved them good
distance at each step, and, consequently,
he was ere long at Mr.. Halls door. The
door was open to receive the rays of the
morning sun. On the threshold lay dog,
dreaming with his eyes half open or half
shut, as the reader may prefer; opposite
the door, in Windsor armchair tilted
against the wall, sat Mr.. Hall, stout,
oak-faced, gray-headed man, reading his
newspaper, which he held out before him
ut arms length, his speCtacles being about
twenty years too young for him. Mr..
Gulic paused for q moment, and cast a
contemplating look at the dog-perhaps
he was comparing his condition with that
Of q hired man-then applied the knuckle
Of his middle finger to the door post, pro-
ducing a sound somewhat louder than that
produced by the carpet hammer of the
housewife, at the blow subsequent to that
bestowed upon her left thumb instead OF
the nail head.
Walk in" said Mr.. Hall, very skill
fully combining growl with an articulate
sound.
(Which way?" asked Ben.
(Which way you will," said the old
man, still not taking his eyes from the
paper.
Ben walked in, and, having waited, he
concluded to take seat without an invi-
tation. The chair which he selected as
the instrument for carrying his conclusion
into effect, gave way under the pressure
Of the "too solid fesh," and the law OF
gravitatfon, operating with democratic
impartiality, drew him towards the center
of the earth till the strong maple floor
arrested his progress. The crash and the
catastrophe did not divert the old mans
attention from his paper. Ben amused
himself by putting the parts of the de-
molished chair in place, or, to use his own
expression, by setting the trap for some
body else He had ample time for this,
and also for tracing the journey of wasp
on the wall, before Mr.. Hall folded his
paper, raised his spectacles on his fore
head, and uttered, in slightly iuterroga-
tive tone, the words.
"Folks well?"
"They was well when I came here.
should not think it likely that they are
sick by this time"
A slight movement about the corners
of Mr.. Halls mouth showed that a smile
was lowering in the vicinity 1t came as
near lighting on his lips as he usually
permitted one to come.