Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1856-04-09

ruther more composed, you may proceed,
Mr.. Crane"
Mr.. C.-"Well wilder, 1 was going to
ask you whether-whether-"
WIdow.-"Continuer. Mr.. Crane, dew;
l know it's terrible embarrasin'. 1 re-
member when my deceased husband
made his suppositions tome, he stam-
mered and suffered, and was so awfully
flustered it did seem as if he'd never git
it out in the world, and s'pose it's gsu
orally the case, at least it has been with
all them that's made suppositions to me
you see they're generally Uncertain
about what kind of an anser they're agoin
to git and it kind O. makes 'em naryus.
But when an ndividuwal has reason to
s'pose his attachments reciperated,
don't see what need there is o. his bein'
frustrated, tho 1 must say it's quite en-
brrasin' to me; pray cOntinner.
Mr.. C.-"Well, then, want to know
if you're willing 1 should have Melissy?'
Widow.-"The dragon!''
Mr.. C-'I hain't said anything to her
about it yet-though the proper way was
to get your consent first. / remember
when | cOurted Trypeny, We were engag-
ed some time before mother Kenipe knew
anything about it, and when she found
it out she was quite put out, because 1
didn't go to her first. So when l made
up my mind about Melissy, thinks me,
I'll dew it right this time, and speak to
the old woman first"
Widow" Old Woman, hey, that's a
purity name to call me! amazin perlite
tew! Want Melissy, hey! TrbbTea-
ton! gracious sakes alivel well, I'll give
it up now. 1 always knowed you was a
simpleton, Tim Crane, but l must confess
l didn't think you was quite so big a
fool, want Melissy, dew ye? If that
don't beat ell! What an everlasting old
calf you must be, 10 s'pose she'd look at
you. Why, you're old enough to be
her father, and more tew-Melissy aint
only in her twenty -oneih year. What
reedickilous idee for man O. your agel
as gray as rat, tewl wonder what this
world is comm tew; tits astonishin' what
fools old widdiwers make O. themselves!
Have Melissyl Melissy!"
Mr.. C.-"Why, widder, you surprise
me-I'd no idee CT being treated in this
way after you'd been so polite to me,
and made such fuss over me and the
gills."
Widow.-"Shet yer head, Tim Crane
nun O. yer sas to me. There's yer
hat on that table, and here's the door
and the sooner you put on one and march
out o, t'other; the better it i'll be for you.
And L advise you, aiore you try to get
married again, 10 20 ont West and see if
yer wife's cold, and arter ye're satisfied
on that pint, just put little lampblack
on yer HART would add to yer ap-
pearance undoubtedly, and be of sarrice
tew you when you want to flourish among
the gals-and when ye've got yer hair
fixt, just splinter the spine of yer back
t. wouldn't hurt, yer looks mite
you'd be entirely unresistable fyou was
little grain straighter.''
Mr.. C.-"Well, never!"
Wi'lOw.-"Hold yer tongue, you con-
sarned old coot you-I told yer there's
yer hat and here's the door-be off with
yerself quick metre. or I'll give ye
hyst with the broomstick."
Mr. c." Gemmenil"
Widow, rising.-"Gi. out 1 say
amt agwiRe to stan here and be insulted
under my own ruff, and so git along,
and if ever ye darken nay door again, or
say a word to Melissy, it II be the wust
for you-that's all"
Mr.. -"TremenjuOus! What bus
erl'
Widow.-"Go long go long git out,
re everlastin' old gum. 1 won't hear
another wOrd--(stops her ears) 1 won't,
won't, 1 won't" Exit Mr.. Crane.