The North-Carolinian. [volume] (Fayetteville [N.C.]) 1839-1861, 1856-01-19
The Widow Bedott.s Widowcr Crane.
(Fj-Om the Bed0tf Pcpers


Mr. Crane has secret fancy for the widows
daughter, Melissa. while the widow has set her
cap for him herself. Mr. Crane has o private
interview with the widow to break his weakness
tor the young one
Widow.-'Oh no, Mr. Crane by no manner
o means, tain't minnit tcw soon for you to
begin to talk about gittin' married agin. / aim
amazed you should be Altered I'd think SO. See
how longs Miss Crane been dead? Six
months land O q oshen why Eve knowcd Il
number of individuals git married in less time
than that There's Phil Bcnntts wdder It l
was talkln' about jist now-she was Lucy Perce
her husbin hadn't been dead but three months
You know: don't think it looks we'll for a
it's a different thng-circnmstancesa alter causes
you know. And then, sittiwated you be,
Mr. Crane, it's terrible thing for your family
to be without head to snpcrintend the do
mestic consarns and tend to the chdrcn-,o
say nothin' of YOURSELF MIR Crane You dew
need companion, and 40 mistake DIX
months! Good grievious! Why, Squire Titus
didn't wait but sir use.hs arter he buried his ust
wife, afore he married his second. | thought
ther want no particular need of his hnrryln' SO,
seein' his family was all growcd up. Such Il
critter as he picked out, tew! it very un
suitable-bnt every man to his taste-l hain't
no dsporsiton to meddle with nobody's con-
sarns. There's old farmer Dawson, tcw-his
pardner haint been dead but ten months. 70
be sure he aint married yet--but he would
been long enough ago if somebody know on
ID gin him amy incurridgment But taint for
me to speak Of that matter. He's clever Old
critter, and as rich -but-lawful saks!
he's old enough to be my father And thar's
Mr. Smith-Jubiter Smith-you know him, Mr.
Crane, his wife, (shc twas Aurora Pike she
died last summer, and he's been sqnntin' round
among the wilnmin ever since and he may
sqnint for all the good it'll dew him as far
am Observation-Disclosures Mr. Smith respecta-
bic man-qutc young, aud haint family
very we'll Off tew, aud quite inteilictibe-but
tell you what, I'm putty pertickler. Q, Mr.
Crane! it's ten year come JanulWary, since
witnessed the expiration of my beloved com
panion! an uncommon long time to wait, to be
sure--but faint easy to find anybody to eli the
place of IIezekier Bedott l think you're the
most like my husbrnd of any indGividwal I ever
see; Mr. Crane. Six months! murderation!
GURUS you should be afraid I'd think it was tew
! Soon-why Eve knowed-'
Mr. Crane-'Well widder, I've been thinkin'
about takin' another companion, and thought
| I',l ask YOU
Widow-'O, Mr. Crane, egscrse my conmo-
ton, it's unexpected just hand that
are bottle of camiire, off the mantietr. shelf, Tn
rutlcr faint, dew drop a mite on my handl.er
cher and hold it to my nuz. There, tl!atll dew
Pm obleeged tew you, now | ruther more
composed you may proceed, MIR Crane.
Mr. C.--Well, widder l was going to ask
you whe hetl;er--whether@
Widow Continue MIR Crane, dew, know
it's terrible embarrisn. 1 remember when my
deceased husband made his sEppositions to me,
he stammerctl and suffered, and was so awfully
fustered it did seem if he'd never git it out
in the world, and / s'pose ITS ginneralIy the
case, at least it has been with all them that's
made suppostions to me-you see they're gen
orally oncerting~ about what kind Of an anser
they're agwine to git, and it kind O makes em
| narvus. But when an individdwal has reason
to s'pose his attachments reciperated, I don't
see what need there is O. his bein' frustrated,
| tho l must say it's quite embarriesin to me
pray contnner.'
Mr. C-'Well, then, want to know if you're
willin l should have Mcliasy?
Widow.-'The dragon?
Mr. C.-i haint said anything to her about
| it thought the proper way was to git your
| consent first. I remember when l courted
| Trypheny, were engaged sometime before
mother kenipe knew anything about it, and
| when she found it cut she quite put out
| because didn't go to her first So when
made up my mind about Melissy thiaks me- I'll
dew it right this time, and speak to the old
woman first
Wido~-'O1d aooo.an, hay! that's a putty
name to call me!-amazin perlite two! Want
| Melissy, hay? Tribblcation! gracious sakes
alive! well I'll give it up now! l always
| know'd you simpetOn, Tim Crane, bat
must confess didn't think you quite sc
big fool-want Melissy, dew ye? If that
don't beat all! What an everlasting old cal
you must be to spose she'd look at you Why
you're old enough to be her father and more
tew-Melissy aint only in her twenty onetI
year What Il rcdicnlcus dee fer man o
your age, as gray as rat tcw! | wonder villa
this world is coming tew; tits astonisn wha1
fools old widdiwers make o. themselves. Have
Melissy! Melissyv
| Mr. C.-'Why widder, you surprise me-I'd
no idee of being treated in this way after you'o
been polite to and made such fuss Over
me and the gals
| Widow-'Shet your head, Tim Crane-nu,
O yer to me. There's yer hat Oh that are
table, and here's the door-;ind the sooner you
put on one and march out o 'tother, the better
! it'll be for you And advise you, afore yor
| try to git married agin, to go out west and SCI
eff yer wife's cold, and arter you satisfied OF
that pint, jest put a little lampblack on ye
har-'t would add to yer appearance ondoubt
| edly, and be of sarvice tew you when you wan
| to flourish among the gals-and when ye've go
yer hair fixt, jist splinter the spine of yer back
it wouldn't hurt yer looks mte-youd b,
intirey unresistable if you was lectle grain
straighter'
| Mr. C-'Well, ! neverr
! Widow-'HoId yer tongue, you consarnee
old coot you-I tell ye there's yer hat and here
the door-bc off with yourself, quick metre, O
I'll give ye hy.t with the kroom-stck.'
Mr. C.-'Gimmeni =
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