The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1857-07-22

LUNhUE fOOUNl IL, aeUI11l
run along side as soon as he chose My
reader has OWNED the truth, this nautical
commander, terrible to the foe, was in COM
plete and happy subjugation TO his daugh-
ter, our heroine. -, =, a..,ss,.,,sf,,, =,
AS he was taking leave, d Dolligan saw
his divinity glide into the dining room, -
He followed her, observed q sweet CON
sciousness which encouraged him; that
CONSCIOUSNESS deepened into confusion,
she tried to laugh--she cried instead, and
then she smiled again; and when he kissed
her hand at the door, it was George and
Marian, instead of captain this and Miss
other. -. >te,y
A reasonable. time after this, (for my
tale is mercifnl, and sskips formalities and
tortnring delays these two were happy
they were once more upon the railroad,
going to enjoy their honeymoon all by
themselves. Marian d Dolligan was dressed
| just as before duck olike and delicious,
all bright, except her clothes; but George
sat beside her this time, instead of oppo-
site; and she drank him in gently from
under her.long elyelashes. s.
Marian" said George, "married peo-
1ple should tell each other all. Will you
ever forgive me if I own to you--no-.''
| "Yes! yesl1ssI sfs3 a1g2afzs
| "Well then you remember the Box
Tunnel" (this was the first allusion he had
yentured to.if Il am ashamed to- say
II had bet three pounds to ten with White,
l would kiss one of you two ladies' and
George, pathetical, externally, chuckled
within. 80 ,s-ss -, .s....,,,ss =, -g.,s.s
"I know that, George, I overheard you,
was, the. demure reply. .Asasa -ss3., ~.gs So
/ "Oh, you overheard me2 impossible!n
"And did you not hear me whisper, to
my companion? made q, bet with her.
| ! You made a bet, how singular! What
twas it7' s - = .,,,..s,.i5 -
L. only pair Of gloves, George 80
+, Yes, I know, but what about it?,ns
d E."That . if you did, you should be- m,
husband dearest" az ), 800. I.,.e sese
!. foh!1but--5sta ay-5-then you could no nol
have been SO very angry with me- love-
whgymdearsstTsws'he9 Tss'e9 brought that action
&. Mrs. Dolligan looked down - ;sss-
! II was afraid you were forgetting nae : !
L. Sweet angel. why here is II the BIoxssTun
mel. '''.~ = -, : = .i..'tS' - :. ..s,:
t. Now reader = fe = mol no sucl
thing! You can't expect to be indulged it
this way. every, time we come to q dari
/ piece besides it IS not the thing. Con
4 sideri two sensible married people-nt
1 such phenomena "a INassures youy tool
place. No scream issued in hopeless
rivalry of the enginea this time - q asE
Il 81 541sa OVERRIDING It..'o aa& 3'.ss
# A well known II Methodist minister VIII
d was travelling on horseback through til,
& State of Massachusetts, stopped one nool
+ on sultry summers day at a cottage b,
4 the road side, andrequested some refresh
ment for himself and beast This wa
: readily granted by the, New ENGLAND
Il dame; so the iparson dismounted, and, hav
4 ing seen his horse web cared for, he en-
! tered the cottage aud partook seof the re
81 freshments which were cheerfnliy place.
Il before him. For some time past there ha,
2 been no rain, and the country around seem
Il ed literally parched4up.s The minister en-
I'll fteretlinto conversation with the old lady
i and remarked about the dryness ofthe sea
: son. alh S'issssA g as94 .
i ayes" she replied, .uuless We hay
9 rain soon all my beets, cuculnbers and cab
+ fbages viii be good for nothing, and / thin
;i|that all the ministers ought to pray 70
: rain. pa - @istf2 tsessfs , bs.1
! The worthy divine informed her that h
Twas q minister, aud that be should b
happy to comply with her wish. 3 He
) accordingly, knelt downsand prayed fer
! vently that the gates Of heaven might b
: ssfopened, that showers might descend an
refresh the earth. Hea then arose fron
! his knees, and having kindly thanke'
: his hostess, bade her good day, mountini
j his horse, and departed. But had NO
, been gone more than anhhonr when th
!clouds, begansto gather, and a tremendou
! shower. of hail and rain descended wit
J such force as to wash the contentse
. the old lady's garden clear ont ofth
. ground. 81, asa ia Eis.irv, .ttssfisi sisseas
lt "There |" said she, tthat Is alwayssth
B way with these tarneli Methodists;s the
J. never undertake to do anything but the
! always overdo itp s8s sies7 saasaF sasa,
elg HI understand, Mr. Jones. ths
yon can tnrn anything neater than an
J man. in this town. II sfssIi Il asss ~
! "Yes, Mr.. Smith, ]. said so.''a Il ss9
! be well, Mr., ones, i don't like to- bray
: bnt there is no man on earth that can tnr
i thing as well as can whittle it."
8 "Poh, nonsense, Mr., Smith, talk abou
4 whittling; what can you whittle as we
~ Lean turn it? -. "a ssg4s44 t,is.
: 4 Anything, everything, Mr.. Jones' Ju,
:, name the article that: I can't whittle,i tina
!. you can turn, and ! will give you a dolla
J; if | don't doiit to the satisfaction Of u
J these gentlemen present. = Il sesazz eafisi
e 'Well, Mr.. Smith. suppose we takeltw
q grindstones, just for trial; you may whit