The Nevada journal., 1855-03-23

hole in cask of Lager and his last week. IS
wages"
"Stupid !" calculated Pattie.
81 know what I'd a. done ~ said Tom.
well, now what would you have done:'
asked his father.
"Why," replied Tom, ''I'd a. done
jest what she did-took up with another ,
81 don't know Tom," said Mr.. Tom
kinson, 'but what that would have been
the best thing he could have done.''
"Why didn't he do it - said Mrs. T.
looking him very innocently, but very
steadily, in the eye
co." he replied, with knowing look
che was foolish and forgiving, like the
rest of men,"
"Bosh ~ was his helpmate's retort.-
But it was good natured "bosh ~
"Did Mr.. Williamson drown himself -
asked Bill.
NO.
@'List for soldier, then''
mo-
Nor go to Californy''
no.
%, he wasn't half feller,' said Bill,
evidently quite disappointed in such love
hero. what did he do then?'
well, III tell you, sonny-he felt ur-
commonly miserable. (Here Mrs. T.
laughed outright) However, on the
second morning after the discontinuance
Of the whiskered gentleman's visits, while
he was sitting at the parlor window, as he
had done, every morning since the "cool-
ness" to have sly peep at Maggie going
to work, and follow her with his eyes all
the way down the street to see if she
looked back that fair angel walked into
the room, in search Of something or other
They were alone; the first time they had
been for fortnight.
Good morning. said Maggie. (They
had been on speaking terms all along, but
he had been cold as an iciclc.
Good morning. replied Mr.. William
son, and he felt as though the bone of a
porgy he'd had for breakfast was sticking
in his throat
you don't look well, said Maggie.
Don't ? was the gruff response. Il
feel very well, thought and he looked very
fcverish
! whats been the matter with you for
the last fortnight = asked Mag, with pro-
vokinr cnnlness
The ice was broken. The rile which
had been corked down in John VIII iam
! sons bosom for fifteen days at length, like
bottle ofginger pop in hot weather, burst.
Now said he, 4 want you just to tell
me one thing
CXVI,o4
1T is simply this: are you going to
have that whiskered fellow;'
Il don't think | SHALL
90, don't tell me- fiercely retorted Mr..
Williams on.
"Well, I don't much care about your
believing what l tell you, but it's
very likely that by this time he firmly be-
lieves what told him a week ago, when
he informed me that he had $500 in the
bank, and was making $1,000 year and
asked me to share it.
'And what did you tell him p asked
John, breathlessly, and looking her in the
face intently.
'That wouldn't have him if he made
$4,000 year.
John felt considerably relieved, and
stretching out his legs, said careless Y
1T was very foolish of you, think, Miss
Russ
so I think said Mrs T. with 'hem.' ;
'Do you, really = retorted Mr. w.
well, perhaps it was,' replied Miss
Rush, with a toss of her head, and turned
on her heel:
Stop a minute p shouted John, in an
excited tone.
sWell,' calmly remarked Miss r.
'Did you tell him why you wouldn't
have him:
NO
well, but suppose you had a reason ,
Il suppose had
'Then came a very unpleasant pause
at all events to Mr.. williamson Maggie
seemed to enjoy it, and her eyes grew as
twinkling and bright as-as-well, l don't
know anything brighter, or, with the ex-
ception of their Maker, much holier, than
loving, good woman's eyes
why = calculated Maggie, Il declare
it's quarter past seven | must be off,
Stop minute, Maggie; and John
W illlamsOn had one hand on her shoulder,
and in the other a hand. 'What was that
reason, Maggie?'
IF you would like to walk with me to
the store, I'll tell you, was the reply, in
sweet tone.
a month after that, and these two bad
ly paid toilers brought their weekly earn
ings to their humble home, and calculated
that finding ones self was quite as cheap
as boarding, to say nothing of the little
extra human luxuries thrown in So
that ends my yarn
'Did they get rich = asked Tom
90, very comfortable, indeed
q wouldn't ha' guv' in, muttcred Bill,
who was still distinctly of opinion that the
Hero Of this story wasn't above hall
feller.
Were they happy, father; ? came muir
muringly from his side.
Yes, Pattie and he imprinted warm