Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1857-02-18
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I worked like seventy. r,s.packing the
shelves, putting the must valusble goods
froni, and filing up the backs With old
herse Of all sorts. Sumo shelves hid gold
watches in front, and cut-nails o. tacks IN
behind, and considerable many were made |
up all front. and no behind at al, ike a
French retail shop. At last We got done
about eight O'Clock next morning. aud then
the old nan cent cut for some breakfast
gave US good feed, and told Us 70 look as
cilirk and liyey ss we could. And eonsid-
ering that We had been hard to work all
night. the advice was very fine TO listen to.
About eleven o'clock, after some bust
iness had been done, who should come in
but solomon Rosenberg The old man
saw him quick enough, but pretended not
70 look up By-and-ty he turned around,
as Resenbug spoke.
s.lMell, | d. declare; Mr. Rosenberg,
who'd a thought o seeing YOU here SO soon
again in Boosting! Been on to Savanny,
hain't you? Glad to see ye looking 50
likely. Want to buy again by the shelf,
/ 'spose. No, you cant come that again
over me. Sell ye by the piece; well, as
much as We want but no more shelving
operations here, not by a jugful, I calcu-
| late.
well. as you may suppose, Rosenbug
went 10 strong for the advantages Of selling
by the shelf, while the old man held off
on the other side. Finally the Squire
gave in, confoundedly slow, Of course, and
agreed to sell one shelf osebug to pick
out for himself He selected one full of
silver watches-jn front BY agreement
each marked off his price. and Philo and l
took the papers and spit the difference
Then another shelf was sold, and finally
half-a-dozen Finally, Rosebug smelt a
rat--hc caught twinkle in the old mans
eye or something, and Jared up like pow
der
WYou old rogue what the devil is
goingon now There's something wrong
Laws massey says the old Squire
very calm. What on airth are ye holler-
/ in at, Rosebug? Have another shelf,
won't We? What'll We low me now for
them combs Z,
without sayinga word, Rcsebug gave
witch at q gross of spectacle-cases he
had just brought, and brought down the
lot bang by the board. All was empty
behind. He turned pale, but didn't say
much. Wlel he summed up the whole
lot, old CIR Ell Cheese found that he made
just thr.e thousand dollars by selling by
the sheit.'"
&c. remember old Cheese said Doctor
/ Fisher. "He was what the American stu
dents in Paris usad to call "a merry cuss
all over, whenever they got hold of a Yam
kse who was pretty tolerab'y j,lly. Oaee
G! e,sebcrry was stopping in little out-of-
the way, seaside town, somewhere along
the coast, and a large ship loaded with
pepper was driven in there by stress of
| weather. The Captain was owner of the
cargo, and old Green Cheese begun to bar
gain with hin for tie pepper.
"Well, they traded away, and talked,
and Whitfield, and drank cider. brandy over
| it for about three days. when all at once
tie idea struck tie Captain that it was
very queer for man living in little one
horse town Of only half-a-dozen houses, to
want to buy whole ship load Of pepper
and he finally asked old Cheese what in
thunder he wanted Of so much pepperY
"sWhy, says old Cllceseberry, talking
very slow and whiting away on the edge
of a Canil with his knife, Il N going to use
it, calculate.
"'Lse q auiship-7oodefpepp p cried
the Captain. well! | never
"'Why, yesce, Captain, says old Cheese,
whiting away assoberas ajudge, I've got
a notion of buildin an everlastin' great lot
o soup-houses all along the coast from No
Wy Scoshy down to New-Or-leens, and l
want that there pepper to season the soap
NTH"
And now to change the subject IF
Mace Sloper had been as cute to Judge of
woman's mind as Sol. Rosebug was to
judge of goods or if he had as little mistrust-
ed being come over as old Cheese was, he
might have been calm and eE gaged-per-
haps-yell, long ago. But it takes some
time for folks who have got over the first
blow of youthful steam to hurry up these
matters, especially when prudential mo-
tives' whisper bolt! But it is fact, and
you may congratulate me. You may
catch me by the hand and shake it half of
and wish me JOY from your very soul; and
if you are young lady, you may offer all
sorts of sympathies and wishes, and say
every thing you can think of about Mrs.
Twiggles Though you my never have seen
her. and put all sorts of close questions
about the courtship, and wooing, and we'd
ding that is to be, though very likely we
never spoke more than three words togeth-
er before; and although you would never
have dreamed of being so familiar as to in
euirc after my brothers health! Love is
common property to the multitude, and
engagements and marriages, like prize
lights, do really seem to be more interest
ing to the looker-on than to the parties
most nearly concerned. Hurrah for the
fashions, however, and let's g in with the
best If we bust! especially with the ladies'
who have just about as good a right as
any body to know what up.
One evening in the last Christmas holt
days, it happened to come pass by chanc-
| ing to take place in the course OF human
| events, that Mrs T.wiggles and l were up
at Embury Van bysen's spending the
| evening, Hiram and Mrs Boutard being
| along. The Van Dysens live in an old
fashioned, comfortable sort of wy, among
| i set OF quiet, easy-loohing chairs and So
.as. which all look as if they had dressing
| gowns and slippers on; and gather, after
dinner around great table, piled with ali
the papers and magazines gong. They
aever MISS OF having hal!-a-do-eu friends
OF an evening in the dining-room library,
back of the back parlor, and nobody ever
set there three evening yet be ore he gat
10 calling old Van Dyson by his tore-name,
| elisha, or Mrs Van, Anne, and was pref
| ty sure t, have his own surname pretty
well dropped; ell of which is due to the
| tact that Mrs. Van D. was lively Quaker
yirl when younger, and isn't 50 old Of bad
to look at yet, but what she likes drollery
aud fun, and coquettes a little with the
Quaker fashions yet.