The Sierra citizen., 1855-01-27

had re-resolved on popping it right out
but the stiffness was as awful on then
'casions as the roar of the Niagara, ant
my heart would feel all over like your
little finger when you hit your elbow 'gir
thing accidental, a tarnal tingling full
ness.
Cuss my luck, said I to myself One
Sunday night, cum hum FROM mill after
a three days ride, and Jerusha had a
beau, dressed as dancing master. My
heart jumped into my gullet the very
minute / see him.
! felt down in the mouth, for l knew /
was gone fellow. He had on broadcloth
Talk Of your new tangled Gossop and Gre
shon houses now, but folks in them days
didn't have but one room down stairs, and
a ladder to go up stairs; puncheon floor
was good enough below, and oak shankers
split out by hand, kivered the chamber
floor. It was so in boss's house, and
| slept up chamber. want you to remenl-
ber my tow shirt, and want you to i'm
agine my feelings that night after went
to bed, for Jerusha and the dandy chap
had the hull room below to themselves,
with a ronsing bright fire, to spark. I
couldn't stand the temptation to want to
hear what they had to say for themselves.
Whisper whisper whisper!
You may laugh at it, but it's the naked
truth l ara going to tell you. have
laughed myself at the same thing. When
l heard something pop like kiss, by gin
ger, I could stand my heart-thumps no
longer. Curiosity and jealousy got the
upper hand on me; I wanted to see for my
self, so l slid out of bed, sitting fat like a
tailor on the floor, determined to hitch up
just as I sot, inch at time, to the open
ing over the hearth, where the beams and
gun hooks were.
A cat couldn't been no stiller arter a
mouse, but my heart thumped louder at
every hitch, just as it will when a man
goes to do what amt right. Well, just
as had gained the right pint to look over
at 'em, just tilted the floor-down I went,
tow shirt to gun hook-and there I hung
blindfold, like a squirrel half skinned,
right over my rival and sweet 'art-ready
for bathing. I couldn't see them at all
arter that, and it was more than ten min
utes before the old boss awoke to tear me
loose, dangling round the fire.
What, what, said he; got spare rib ?
Ha let me down, said 1. got pretty
we'll baked, anyhow, and hain't been quite
so raw in love matters. / never looked
Jerusha in the face from that day, nor a
girl in the neighborhoood, for l could
swear she told 'em all. That accident GOT
my grit up to make a fortin'. wer4, "a
few miles ard married the FIR, chance !
gu, Ju'' oa' oi ..nd Patsy is worth
aii 'ln' ar'er all--and marrying is lot
terry bus: t.ness.
4hen don't hang yourself, as did, be
cause you can't get particular girl-but
remember that your heart is like rubber
it will stretch good ways and not break
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TRuE.-The Shasta Courier is remark
able not only for its mastery original arti
cles, but for the excellence of its selections
Vide the following paragraph, which tn.
Courier has fished up somewhere:
when a rakish youth goes astray
friends gather round him in order to restore
him to the paths of virtue. Gentleness
and kindness are layished upon him to wiz
him back to innocence and peace. Nc
one would suspect that he had ever sinned
But when poor, confiding girl is betray
led, she receives the brand of society and i:
henceforth driven from the ways OF virtue
The betrayer is honored, respected and es
lteemed; but the ruined, heart-broken vic
tim knows there is no peace for her this
side Of TIE grave. Society has no helping
hand for her, no smile of comfort, no voice
Of forgiveness" ..raa Ale
! There is nothing Of sickly sentiment il
that; it is just like an accusing voice from
the suicides grave. a.... ,.,.
n NteeEr-We are informed that a mas