The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1856-02-22

to the railroad station, where | left little
Pathrick, bekase he was too sick wild small
pox to come furder, or will we wait till Idrag
We >
-go--along," gasped Gusset "go-
and Ill follow you.''
lie thought it best to temporiSe.
$ give We tin minutes" said the yiragO.
IF We Amt there, it's me cuzzin, Mr.. Thad-
dy Muigruddery, will be afther We, We bloody
thalf ye." And away went this 6 unbidden
guest
Mr.. Gusset was yet engaged in stammer-
ing out denial of all knowledge of the vi
rago, when the door opened again, and o
little black-eyed, hatchet-faced woman, in n
hashy silk gown, and cap with many rib
bons perched on the top Of her head, invaded
the sanctity of the parlor.
els he here ?" she cried, in a decided
French accent. Then she added with loud
scream, "Ah mon Dieu le uoila Zare he
is. Iraitare, monstair Vat for you run
away from me? Dis two, tree years neyaire
see you, nevaire, and my heart broke yer bad
entirely.''
Who are you (? !" cried Gusset, his eyes
starting out Of his head, and shiyering from
head to foot.
g lie asks who am. @, ladies o, you
yer respectable old gentilhomme hear vat
he ask! Who am, pefdet ah I'm your
wife Z"
u never see you 'fore-s' help me Bob -
cried Gusset energetically.
Don't you swear" said Deacon Pea
body. 'Ef you do, I'll kick you into fits,
by golly won't hev no profane or vulgar
language in my house,
80, bless you bless you respectable old
man. Tell Tim he must come viz me- Tell
him Eat have spoken to re constable Tell
him" sobs interrupted her further utter
ance.
''it's pesky bad business . said the dea-
con, chafng with unwonted ire. {" Gussct
you're rascal
g Take care, Deacon Peabody, take care!'
said the unfortunate Gusset,
. remarked that you was a rascal, Mr..
Gusset. You've gone and married two
wives, and that ere's fat burglary, or else
don't know anything 'beout the revised
statoots.o
1.-TWO wives " shrieked the little French
woman.
9 Half dozen, for what | know to the
contrary !" said the deacon. s'Now you
clear out Of my house, go to the station, and
clear out to Boston. won't hev nothin' TO
do with you"
81 don't want to hear you, you sarpint -
cried the Deacon, stopping his ears with his
hands. - Margin two wives, and then
comm here courtin' third. Go long
Clear out"
Even Mrs. Peabody, who was inclined to
put in word for the culprit, was silenced.-
Susan turned from him in horror, and in ut
ter despair he fed to the railway station,
pursued by the clam0rous and indignant
Frenchwoman.
That same afternoon, as Miss Susan Pea
body walking toward the village, she
was oTertaAen by Mr.. Jonathan Doubkins,
dressed in his best, and driving his going
horse before his Sunday go to meeting bug
". He refined up, and accosted her.
'SHallo, Suke Won't you get in and take
ride 4"
g don't keer if | do, Jonathan" re-
piled the young lady, accepting the profered
seat.
:" | say, you,'' said Jonathan, grlnning,
. that ere city feller's turned out q poor pup,
Amt he ? =
''lt's dreadful if it's true'' replied the
lady.
8 You had narrer escape, didn't youfo
pursued the old lover . But he warn't
never Of no account, any how. What do the
old folks think about it ?"
They hain't said a word since he cleared
OUT
"Torgot that night rode YOU home from
singing SCHOOL," asked Jonathan, suddenly
branching off.
NO, | hain't,' replied Susan, blushing
and smiling at the same time.
Remember them apples gin you?"
80, yes.'
Well, they was good wasn't they"
First rate, Jonathan
$ Got hull orchard Of them kind CIR fruit,
Suke," said Jonathan, suggestively.
Susan was silent
" Go long" exclaimed Jonathan, putting
the braid" on the black horse. Have YOU
| any idee whore we're going, Suke ("
I'm going TO the village"
No, you amt you're goin' long er me-"
Where to p"
providence. And you don't come back
till you're Mrs. Doubikins, no how you can
Tx it.o
How you talk, Jonathan What will the
old folks say ?"
"Darn the old folks" cried Jonathan,
putting on the "string'' again. "Ef | was
to leave you with them much longer, they'd
be tradin' you off to some city Teller with a
| dozen wives already"
he next day, as Mr. ana Mrs. Doublklns
We're returning home, Jonathan said conf
dentially:
"May as well tell you now, Suke, for
hain't any secrets from you, that Gusset
never seen them women afore the day they
came stampin' into your house, and bowed
him up. had, though. Cost me ten dol
lars, by thunder! l teached 'em what to
say, and expect they done it we'll. Old
Gasset may be sharp shopkeeper, but if he
expects to get ahead of Jonathan Doubikins
he must get up plaguy sight airler in tho
morning!
PLANO STOOLS.