Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1856-12-25

Job Can son. matrimony be hanged You'll
none of it, And so ten years more pass
ed; now age and luxury always do their
work. ,4t
j oh. thatinfernaf twingein my toe. Oh,
there its again; hang the gout, 1t can't be
4 gout. DR.. Bleedcm swears I'm getting the
gout. Blockhead; none of my kilh or kin
ever had such an Internal complaint. Oh,
I ah-h-h, thatiafernal window must be sand
bagged, given me this pain in the back,
and-Bauquol Where the deuce is that
niger; Banquet
! 'Yis, massa. here I is said a good-na-
tured. fat. black and sleek-looking old dar-
key, poking his shining, grinning face into
the old genteman's study, sitting, playing
or smoking-room.
Here you are? Where? You black
sarpint, come here: go 10 Jackplane, the
carpenter, and :eH him to come here and
make my sashes light. dye hear?'
'Yis, massa; denis EN-; Use off,
No, you ain'i; come here. Banquo, you
wooly son of Congo, you-go open the
liquor case, bring ;he brandy and some cool
/ water There, now, clear yourself
.Yis, massa, Pae gone dis time
No. you ain't, come bacA; go to old Joe
Winepipes, and tell him 1 send my com
piments to him, and if he wants to con.
tinue that game of chess, let him como
over this afternoon, dye hear?'
.Yis massa denis 'em, I'se gone dis
time. shuah!'
Well, away with you
Old Job Carson was yet a rugged look.
ing old gentleman. He had survived near
" all his blood. kih and kim his sister
had paid the debt of nature some months
before, and in hopes of finding some one
to FIJI her sa ion, in his domestic concerns
lis advertisement had appeared in tie
Newspaper.
'Ah me. It's no use crying about spill
milk sighed the old gent over his glass
Isuppose I've been tool; out-lived eve
rybody, everything useful to me. Made a
fortune first. nobody to spend it last. Yes,
yes, continued thcaold man, in a thought
tt4ful strain, 'oli Job Carson-wir1 soon slip
off the fl-rrritte;; poor old devil some blood
sucker may say as he grabs jobs worldly
effects. he's yans, had q hard scrabble to
get together tlsese things, and now We viii
pick lis bones Well, le. them, let them
serves me right; ought to have. known ii
before, but blast and rot 'em, if Il ey only
enjoy the pillage as much as | did the
] struggles to Keep it together, Why. Ait
will be about an even thing with us, afer
i all
'Yis, massa, here | is chuckled Ban
! quo, again putting his black bullet pate in
al the door,
You are, eh? Well, clear yourself
no, come back; go down to Oatmeals store,
and tell him to let old Mrs Dougherty, and
the old blind man, and the sailors wife,
and. and, the rest Of them, have their gro
ceries again, this week; only another week,
mind, for l am not going to support the
neighborhood any longer; tell him So
'Yis, massa, Use gone
Wait, come here, Banquo, well, never
mind; clear OUT
But Banquo returned, in amomen.. say
ing:
'Dar's a lady at de doo-ah, sab; says she
wants to see you, sab, bout 'ticular busi-
ness. sah'
is, eh? Well call her into the parlor.
III be down; ;,h-h, that Internal twinge
again. ah What stupid ass man is to
hang around in this world until he's a nui-
sance to himself and everybody else!' grun-
ted old Job. as he groped his way down
stairs into the parlor.
Good morning. ma am said be, as be
confronted the widow, who, in the utmost
taste of simple neatness. had arranged her
spare dress to meet the umpire Of her fa
ture fate
Mrs. Glenn respectfully acknowledged
the salntation, and at once opened her bus
mess to the bluff old man.
Yes. yes; I'm 4 poor. unfortunate crea-
ture, ma'am; I'm nothing, nobody any
more. Iwant somebody to see that I'm
not robbed. or poisoned, and that / may.
have bed to lie upon, and a clean piece
of linen to my back occasionally, and a
that s all want, ma'am
The widow feigned to hope she knew
the duties of q housekeepor, and situated
as she was, j. was labor of love to work:
toll for those misfortune had placed in her
charge.
sEh2 What's that? haven't got incum-
Jronres, have you, ma amp
4 have three children. SIR meekly said
The widow.