Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1856-01-17

Crosby, dew tell me what It's.
I'D ruther not, says Deacon Kenipe, say
5 he, Brother Whipple begun, and he ough
to finish.
1say so tew, says Deacon Crosby.
why, says Deacon Whipple, it's curu
that Brother Bedott should be so onwiIli
to own up without my comm right out.
20! dear me SUI, says Sister Bedott, 'tha
he should be cuttin capcrs and me neve
! suspect him ont! 0 Melissy, | shall die!
stall die! and she begun wringin her hand
like mad
You simple critter says !, dew save you
histories till there's occasion for 'em; dew
keep still; they'll hear you, sartin sure, an>
if they should ketch us listenin. twould ru
in all our three Expectations.
On accounto' Silly's interruption we los
what Deacon Whipplc said next-and th'
first thing we heerd arter she got quie
agin, was Deacon Bcdott sayin,
Its Gurus you should be so willin to be
lieve such story about me when you'v,
knowcd me some years, and hain't ncrel
heerd nothin o. the kind till now.
Il for one amt willin to believe it, say.
Deacon Kenipe.
Nor mother, says Deacon Crosby, says
he.
Now, there amt 10 use ii denyin ont
Brother Beiott, says Deacon WhiPpe, says
he-'A few years ago it WANT thought tc
be 10 great crime to take a 81 SIS o sperits
now and then; ther want so much light on
tie subjectas there is now in these ere tenn
perance days; buteven then, twas cny most
onheerd of thing for any body to git intox-
icated on cider-as you're in the habit o
dcwin nosc against light and privilege
and You deacon tew--a man that makes
such high such high pretensions! O Broth
er Bedott! it's hyneous and .cryin sin.
'Consarn It! says Deacon Bedott, says
he dew stop mint and let one speak; |
want to know who said l was in n habit o
takin too much.
Whoever twas, says silly, says she, they
lied, and thcy know'd ii, and I'll tell Dea-
con Whipplc so--lcmmc come, Melissy.
CT always made Silly yawfll mad TO have
any body else run The deacon down, though
she used to give it 10 him herself, like the
dragon, sometimcs.)
Woman alive, says |, swhat be you dew
in! you shan't go out thcrc--youlljus. spilc
the hull. and we shan't hear another word,
it'll be time enough for yoa to pat in binle-
by.
She made such noise they'd a hccrd her,
if they hadcnt got 10 talkin purity loud
themselves. Well, she got still, and the
next thing hcerd, was Deacon Kenipe
sayin, says he.
Brother Wlipple, dow como TO the pint.
dew tell Brother Bedott who il was-and
don't hurt his feeling any mose'n you can
help.
'Woll, then, says Deacon Whipple, says
be, twas yer brother-in law, Mr.. Magwire.
Gracious sakes alive! says Deacon Be
dott, says he, u id Josh say that about me?
What on arth 1ld the cri!tcr mean?
lie meant what he said, | s'pose' says
Deacon Whipplc, that you're ip the habit
o gittin oornetl Oh cider.
Says Deacon Bedott, says he. Did
Josh say he'd actilly seen me drunk on ei
der?
she meant so; undoubtedly, says Deacon
Whipple; though them want precisely Tie
words he used he called to my shop to-day
purposely to tell me ont, and twas awful
tryin TO his feelins to be obleeged to expose
you, not only on account % your bcin' a
connection o hisn, but cause be rally thought
you was worthy man in the main: but,
says he, Il dew feel as i'll couldent leave
Wigg' ctown with clear Conscience with
out tellin YOU that I've actilly knowed Dea
con Bodott TO be the woss for cider!-as
sure as my names Joshuway Magwire, I've
seen that man half shaved on cider aforc
breakfast in the mornin Now, though l
haint no very high opinion of Mr.. Magwire
bcin les worldly man and don't know
nothin about experimental religion, der
bleve he wouldcnt tell such thing as that
out and out if it want true, specially about
his brothcr-in- law. should went right
over to Parson Potter about it, if he'd been
to hum, but hes gone a journey, you know.
o, how that man will take it to heart when
he hears there's. such wolf in sheeps clo-
thin in the midst of his flock! So | goes
over and tells Brother Kenipe rnd Brother
Crosby ont. They was very unwillin to
come with me to labor with you to night.
I'm sorry to say they're ginorally slack about
dewin, their duty in cascs o desoplyne-the
heft ont comes on to me, and I'm thankful
I'm always ready 10 lifta warnin voice in
sinners ears. o, Brother Bedott! if your
half shaved on cider afore breakfast, what