The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1858-12-18
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| scf ou Oh u gentleman LOT MS mouse anu lanuS.
No, Anne's tight lass, and John Wright
will come at the right time and when you
are married to my Lady Fitzsomebody. and
Anne's got the right man, come down, Cap
tain, and kill us pheasant, and set up your
horses and your dogs here, and We'll have a
regular merry do, and another good laugh
at your youthful follies!'
But all wont do! The Captain vows he'll
shoot oil the old guardians of row; and tell
his mother she may shoot him, if they make
any opposition; and tie very same night he
sticks note on the end of his fishing rod,
and taps with it at Anne's little window with
the diamond panes, in the old gable; and
Anne jumping from her easy chair, looks
out, SEXES the paper, clasps her hands, casts
down most atfectionate but inconsolable
look, and sighs an eternal adieu then flying
to read the note-fnds the Captain vowing
that she may cheer up, all shall go right, or
that he will manfully drown himself in the
mill DAM
NOW, there is pretty situation Of affairs!
and all through incautiously y wandering into
the country of a summers evening, and get
ting into one of those old fashioned farm
houses. 1t would serve them all right to
leave them in their trouble. 1t might act as
a warning to others, und place the dangers
of the country in their genuine light. But
as the Captain would be almost certain to
drown himself in the mill dam, he is so dcs-
perate, and then there must be coroner's
inquest, and We might, at very inconveni
ent moment, be called upon to serve upon it,
We will for this once let things pass-all shall
be right. The guardians relent because
they cannot help themselves Lady Jenkin-
son bounces good deal, but, like all bodies
of certain specific gravity, she comes down
again. The adorable Anne is not drowned
in her own pocket handkerchief, though she
would seem very near it and the papers
amour that the Honorable Charles Jcn-
kinson, of the Light Dragons, was married
on the 9th inst, to Anne Louise, the only
daughter of Burley Field, Esq, of Sycamore
Grange, Salop.
COUNTRY GIRL NTuBER two.
There are some specimens of human nature
that not all fashions or foilies of any age
can alter or make new fashioned. They
have an old head on young shoulders, and
they can't helpit if they would. You might
as soon turn wheel-barroN into chariot,
or an ass into an Arabian stccd. There is
Dolly Cowcabbnge, now, what oan Tou make
of her? Her father farms eighty acres, and
milks half dozen cows. lie has nobody
but her : and he has saved a pretty lot OF
money. Dolly knows oft, too. Her moth
er died when she was only about fourte m
and Dolly, from that day, began to be her
fathers little maid ; left her play on the vii
tage green, and village p!ay-felows and be-
gan to look full of care. She began to reap
and work, and cook, and milk, and make
cheese. 1t is many year since she has
done all those things entirely for the house.
Those who know her say she has not thrvcn
an inch in height since that day, but she
has grown in bulk she is like young oak
that has got shock from a ,hunderbolt in
its youth, or had its leading branch switched
off by some Jerry Diddle or other, as he
went past to plough, and has ever since been
stunted, and has run all to stem. She is a
'little runting thing the farmers say; lit
tie, stout built, ploddng woman, with a
small, round, rosy face. She is generally
to be seen with a linSey woisey petticoat, Il
short, striped bed gown or kertle, and green
ish brown 'kerchief carefully placed ou her
bosom. She is securing pals with whisp
Of straw and wet sand, and rearing them on
a stone bench, to dry and swceten or she is
calling her cows up by blowing on a long
horn; or calling her father and the men to
their meals, out of the distant fields, by
knocking with pebble on IA pail bottom
She is coming out of the fold yard with n
mix pail on her head, or she is seated by the
clean hearth, busy with her needle, making
pillow case to hold the feathers she has
saved.
Such is Dolly Cowcabbage. She has had
offers men know what's what, though it be
in a homcly guise; but she gives quiet
smile, and ALWAYS savs-'NO, shall never
. ,-biln f,th L., fILnsn Ln ,1D,;t
like sour grapes begin now to Marry
No. Doll 'uil never marry. There always
was an odd look about her. There's the
old maid written all over her-anybody may
see with half an eye; why, and she's thirty
now, at least
! But Dolly knows what she knows. There
is a homely, close, plolding sort of chap,
that lives not far olf-Tim MILESTONE. lie
farms his fifty acres Of his own. lie has no.
body in the house with him but an old wo-
man his house-keeper, who is as deaf as
bolt, and has a hundred and thirty guineas
of old gold, wrapped in an old stocking, and
put into a dusty bee hive that stands on her
beds head. Tim knows of that, too, though
the old woman thinks nobody knows OF it.
/ She has neither kin nor kline, and when the
lumbago twinges her, as they sit by the fire,
she often savs--'Tim, lad, shall not trouble
thee long, and then, what two or three traps
! | have 'ull be thine
Tim is certain, before long, to find honey
in the old hive and he has been seen, sly rs
! he is more than once coming over the fields,
in the dusk of the evening, IN very direct
line towards old Farmer Cowcabbnge's
house. He says it was onl to seek lamb
| he had missed. But when somebody asked
I him if it was the same lamb he was looking
so earnestly after in church last Sunday,
| Tim blushed and said-'All fools think other
people like themselves and SO went away.
If the old woman should drop off, should
not be surprised to see those two farms
thrown into one, and old Samuel Cowcab
bage having bed set up in the parlor at
Tins. In the meantime, Dolly goes to
market with her maund, Ga basket with two
| lds,) of butter on her arm rs regularly as
| Saturday comes. She makes eighteen oun
ces to the pound, and will have the topmost
price. Beautiful cream cheese, too, Dolly
manufactures, and if any one attempts to beat
! her down in her price, Dolly is Just as quiet,
| as firm, as smiling, anu as ready with her
sNo,' rs she was to her sweethearts. IL
were to rrophesy, it would be, that Dolly
will marry, and have half dozen children
yet, as sturdy and plodding as Tim, and her
self: but there is no knowing, she tells Inn
they are very we'll off rs they are--she
can wait and the truth Of the matter is,
that they kept company these ten years al
ready.
COUNTRY GIRL NUMBER THREE.
! Nancy's father farms his two hundred
acres, and yet there is slovenly look about
his premises; and Nancy has grown up pretty
much as she pleased. As a girl, she romped
and climbed, and played with the lads of
the village. She swung on gates and rode
on donkeys. When ten or twelve years old
she could ride bare back and astride, with
horse to water, or to the blacksmith shop.
She thrashcd the dogs, fetched in the eggs,
sucked the calves, and then mounted on the
wall of the garden, with her long chestnut
hair hanging wild on her shoulders, with
raw carrot in her hand, which she was ready
either to devour or throw at any urchln
that came in sight.
! Such WAS Miss Nancy Farley, in those