Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-04-01


you, can 1? 1t isn't my fault, and / really
don't believe there's any harm in it, for al
aunt Spinela says, and | do think she is {
hateful, ugly, odious old creaturei
1 only wish-but I won't tell you what
till yeu come to see me, and that you must dc
rery soom-do you hear? Meanwhile, | am,
Yours, and yours Ouly,. dear Tom,
KATIE.
Tom Beverley was foolish enough to
kiss this letter a number Of times, and to
apostrophize the lady Of his love in terms
which, to an impartial observer, would
read very much like nonsense.
Then he began to consider the sugges.
ton of a disguised visit, which Katie
artful little soul-had proposed. Ii
wasn't a bad idea, although, perhaps,
somewhat difficult of execution, for, how.
ever well such things read in novels,
when you come to try them on, dear
reader, you will find, as | have found be-
fore now, that they are rather ticklish
pieces of business.
Fancy Tom Beverley, then, standing in
his parlor, with his feet stretched wide
apart, his hands buried deeply in his
pockets, his smoking cap cooked medita-
lively over his right eye, his cigar
clenched n~ervously between his teeth,
and the lately-received billet dour lying
open on the table before him, in a brown
study of the deepest dye-suhject, "dis
guises."
Just at that moment. a gruff voice, of
a decidedly foreign quality, cried out,
directly under the window
"Glarsh pit in!"
Signifying, in our language, "Glass
put in"
An idea struck Tom. He rushed to
the window, and by an unmistakable GEES
ture, gave the itinerant glazier to under
stand that he wanted him. The glazier
descended.tu the basement door, where
Tom in-a met bim.
Here, do you want to sell out p
"Vas ISIS das-shell out?:V
"Do you want to sell out your glass
box, and eyerything-your coat too ?"
"Vas der himmel you wants nit mine
box and mine coat? You will make
some fool off me 2"
"No, no." said Tom, 9" I want to buy
your box, glass, putty, and all. What
will you take ?" and he pulled out his
porte-monnaie to signify his earnestness,
"Vat will you gif?" 1.-THE man was Of
Hebraic persuasion.)
1.-TWO dollars.o
"Oh, mine Colt, der box is a goot one
der glarsh was wort more as two dol
lars2"
"Avaricious mortal" said Tom. an
give you three"
"Not more p
"Not a red cent more, and you are g
rascal to ask til"
We'll; das ISIS very sheap for der box
and der glarsh. You can NIGHT find bes
User glarsh as das in der whole city"
Will you take three dollars, or leave
before | kick you out?"
Zach himmell you wasn't get mad
about him; you may take der box"
And the extortionate glazier un.
strapped his wares, and received a three
dollar bill in payment therefor.
The next move on Toms part, was to
present the man with a hat and coat, In
return for his own ragged but capacious
garments, which, greasy and worn, were
far more appropriate to his business than
any Of Toms elegant but somewhat seedy
east-ofs woGld be.
These little matters arranged, Tom in.
dited a note. to Katie, asking her in plain
terms-but sadly interlarded with ex-
pressions of adoration-to leave the
dreamy guardianship Of Miss Spinela
Thorn, and to become Mrs. Tom Bever-
ley, toute de suite. If she would break a
window in her room, he would pass the
house at a given hour the next day, in
glazier costume, and she could call him
in. They could then slip out together,
and before Miss Thorn could discover
the plot, they would be man and wife.
At the appropriate time Tom ~arrayed
himself in a suit which might serve as a
wedding costume, if necessary, covering
all with the GLACIERS rough coat, and
pulling the shabby old felt hat over his
eyes. He then set forth, with his glass
box on his back, and just as a neighbor
ing clock strack the hour, passed the
dwelling Of Miss Thorn, shouting in Q
hideous voice
"Glarsh pit in !"
An upper window was hastily raised
and a sweet voice which Tom knew-ah
too well-said, F" Here.n
The amateur glazier stopped, and in
two minutes was in the presence Of his
lady-love.
She hesitated about SO sudden a move
as an elopement on the spur Of the mo
ment, but Toms logic prevailed. Mis-:
Thorn-the guardian dragon of the pre-
cious golden apple, was lowering about
and careful strategy was imperative upof
the part Of the con~spirators.
"Go and get ready" said Tom, in {
whisper, III stay here and make a d.
Of a noise with the glass till you Gomez
Katie departed, and Tom smashed two
or three panes of glass. extra, in breaking
tout the remainder of the already frac
tured one, making, in fact, just the KIND
of noise he had mentioned.
Katie staid longer than he had expect