The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1858-07-31

BY this time, the carriage, which had
been slowly advancing, stopped at the front
entrance Of Eleanor's old home. Elsieweld
who had been the housekeeper for score
of years, with face radiant with smiles,
stood ready to welcome them. sThere,
said she, 'if had had the orderin' of every
thing myself, could not have been better
suited. When was expectin' every min
ute that Art. Carkley, (that, do my best
though l s'pose twas unchristian, never
could like,) was going to take possession
here, 10 and behold, my bright-eyed Hollis,
that and everybody s'posed was drowned
in the salt sea dozen years ago, proves to
be alive and well; while, at the same time,
q will comes to light, showin' that he is
lawful owner Of this fine estate. And to
crown all, like the good and sensible man
he is, he goes and makes a wife of my dear
Nellie, and brings her here to be the mis-
tress. When she went away, it seemed to
me she carried all the sunshine with her,
but now that both Of you have come,
guess there'll be a double share.'
Il can say the same as you,' said Stafford,
for, If had had the ordering of everything,
| couldn't have been better suited. What
do you say, Ella?'
sWhat can say, except that I am of
your and our good Elsie's mind?'
Elsie, who turned to leave the room,
stopped after she had opened the door, and
for half a minute stood irresolute. She
then passed out quickly, closing the door
behind her, murmuring as she did so, mo,
not now-best to wait till after supper
Eleanor and Stafford Cor Herbert as he
should now be called) had just risen from
the table, and were seated before the fire,
which seemed to be doing its best to look
bright and CHEEKY, when the housckeeper
re-entered the apartment.
'Here is something directed to you,' said
she, going up to Eleanor, and handing her q
small package.
1T is my nncle's handwriting,' said Flea
nor, rs she looked at the superscription.
sThat's what l thought replied Elsie.
slow came you by it?' inquired Herbert.
q found it few days ago, in the cham
Der where Mr.. Prynn slept the last time he
was here. twas on the floor and think
he must have dropped it,
'Let me see it q momentp said Herbert.
sThe seal has been tampered WITH he re-
marked, rs he returned it to Eleanor.
1t was with trembling hands that Eleanor
opened it, for the sight of the hand writing
had brought her uncle vivdly before her
Among other papers, it contained the fol-
lowing, which she handed to Herbert, who
read it aloud.
'Mr DEAR ELEANOR: By the enclosed
deed of conveyance, the original of which
will be found in the Recorders office, you
will find that you are the owner of Wood
bourne cottage and the surrounding grounds
which has been in my possessan several
years; though Mr.. Chadworth, of whom
have purchased the estate. at my request
has continued to be the nominal owner. You
will find also by another paper, that an in
come, sufficient to place you above want is
secured to you during life, on condition
that you give Elsie Weld, who for the last
twenty years has been my housekeeper, and
who has faithfully and worthily performed
the duties of her station, home as long as
it may be her pleasure to remain.
Your aifectionate Uncle,
JOHN HERBERT.'
sYou sec.' said Eleanor, that only did
my uncle justice, when said that l was GER
tain that he had in some way provided for
me-
it Is SO; not Tor Tue SAKE OF the gill, wiz "-
now might we'll be dispensed with, but be-
cause it shows that he was kind and con-
sideratc, when had it been otherwise,
could not have helped thinking that he had
treated you with coldness and neglect, to
say nothing of Injustice
PAT AND THE FROGS.
Pat had taken drop too much, and was
on his home return, when he overheard a
voice in the swamp, and supposing he had
been recognized by an old acquaintance
something like the following conversation
ensued:-
Frog-Magee! Magee! Magee!
Pat-Faith, and that is my name; give us
yours if it is convenient intirely.
Frog-Hugh Coulon! Hugh Coulon! Hugh
Couon!
Pat-By my sowl, your cousin Of mine
whin did you come over?
Frog-last Month Month Month!
Pat-What de yese find to live on here
in this bog sure?
Frog-Chunks Chunks! Chunks!
Pat-Now it's afther being uncivil, "
are to spake to yer relations; and so it is.
Frog Drunk Drunk Drunk! Drunk
Pat-Bv St. Patrick, if ye repate tha
same, III knock ye down wild me shillelai
sure.
Fros-Dead drunk Dead drunk Dcat
drunk
Pat--yer liar: murthering, bIuiherin;
liar. Come on, if ye dare, ye spalpeel
We.
Fros-Fight EN- Fight EN- Fight en-
Pat-Thes more nor one of yes, We high
wav robbers. Pm the boy that can lick ye
Just tread on me coat-tail wunst.
Frog-Chase EN- Chase EN-! Chase EN-
Pat-I'm on my way to Brownville, sure
and if yese follow me to Jim O'Flannegan'
, store, III stand up wild ye, and SO will
and won't strike ye afther yer down.
Frog-Kill EN-! Kill EN-! Kill EN-!
Pat Now ye wouldn't kill poor maj
whose got wife and six children to feec
, wild pertates?
Moderation! Moderation Moder
alton.
Pat-Now darling, ye talk like praste
, Stip up and take drink wild me out OF thi
, flask for yer a broth of boy.
Frog-Cold water ! Cold water Cold wa
ter.
:. Pat-Is it one of Father Matthew's med
ais YES got? niver jined the pledge.
Frog-Go home, yer drunk! Drunk
Drunk!
Pat-Go to the divil wild yer cold wate
ye lying son of gun, or by blazes III
tache ye how to be dacent. Pm in for I
scrimmage vid ye now, sure.
Frog-Come on! Come on Come onl
Pat climbs the fence and falls head fore
most into the swamp, but picks himself VI
F again, puts on his souched hat and knee
deep in the soft mud, he swings his shillelah
{ and threatens to send his opponent to eli
mate where there is not sufficient moisture
to make desirable place of residence fol
the aquatic animal he was contending with
Hear him..
PATHS mesef that's here. Strike MT
if We dare, ye cold wather bully. Ill pull
every hair out of yer body.
!, Frog-Good night Good night! Goot
night!
Pat-Good night honey. Swate slap'
and warm bed for yer wild good fire fo
ye.
Frog Bridget Magce Magee! Magee
, Pat-Poor sowl, she's in Brownville, vic
J Cathleen and Pater.
, Frog-Go home Go home! Go home
! Pat-I'm off. Good luck to ye. May "
have plenty of bafe, pertates aud whiskey
. and may ye raform yer ways and leave th'
highways.