Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1858-01-29

run to him, but he jumped right up an
stood up before me, an made sich bow,
you never seed the like of Il, Jest like it
was part of his malishus drill, an says
he, 'Mrs. Feathercod, Miss Feathercod,
Miss Netty and Miss Angeline Feathercod
By that time Barney had got the horses
qeiet, and says I, You, Mr.. Flunkey, had
better be a openin the door and lettin them
folks out, stidder standin here maxim man
ners, SO he did it. 1t was we'll he told me
who they wur, for sica lookin cargo /
never did see before They had the back
of their heads kivered with artificial flowers
and fixed in little Aounces, and little silk
fans in their hands they called sunshades;
/ reckon they want much acquainted with
the sun, or they wouldn't thought he was
a mindin them purity little things. Then
they had founces all over their frock tails,
aud over their capes, they called 'talmers;
and they was beAounced from the tops of
their heads to the bottom of their feet,
and all the Hounces pinted like windin
sheets only heap finer.
Betsy had run back soon as she got the
fust glimpse, cause sho had on a mighty
dirty frock, but she put a new white satin
shawl all over her, and then she looked as
fine as any of 'em, and axed 'em to walk
in, and take seats, and set down and be
seated. Arter a while she told 'em she
was lookin for EN- all the mornin. 'Oh,
says old Miss Feathercod, we engaged to
be here to dinner we never dine before
four, and it wants some minutes to that
now, takin out her fine gold watch, tho
the clock was starin right before her
Betsy looked as blank as if she'd run for
sheriff and didn't get a vote. But she
run right in the kitchen, and the way she
hollored up Dilce and Alice, and Dina,
and the whole tuckin of em from the later
patch, and the wash-tub, and the ironin
board, and ali quarters, want slow.
Soon as I got the quality all settled, 1
went out to help poor Betsy. Twas sorry
for her. Sich sight as the kitchen was |
Thar was half picked turkeys, half killed
chickens, everybody runnin round, and
Betsy lookin like she was the demon of
cooks. Every side of the kitchen was
hern, and she was turnin round all sides
at onst Says I, Betsy, honey, do let me
help you Says Betsy, Law, mar, what
ken you do? Do pray go long in the house
and talk to them ladies, and keep 'em from
pryin about; but for the Lord sake, mar,
don't talk nothin lowlife'
well, says l, Betsy, l will try to talk
any think you want me to- Says she,
Talk about the fashuns, and Washington,
whar they went to last wint winter
$50 goes in, and says I, You all seed
any new fashuns this year2' Says one on
EN-, holdin up her head mighty high, 'Wt
always receive from our man tua maker anC
milliner the latest styles We'll, now,
says Il thought you wouldn't spoiled
yourselves that way, your own selves; anC
10 and behole its that manchermaker wo
man. She sent you all these outlandisl
jimcracks, and thought you didn't know
no better don't knowwhat made Bets,
think they ed like to talk about the fashuns
for they didn't; l was cute enough to SCI
that in a minute so l tried Washington
Says l, you was to Washington las
winter?' Says one, nightly brisk, 'Ye:
we went to see our uncle take his seat i
Congress as an honorable Representative
We'll, says l, 'if | amt clean beat S
: Jake Feathercod is a Congressman Vel
if he ken make speeches as fast as he ca
lay bricks, he's a glib one. But / don
approve Of people leavin off a good trad
an takin up with what they don't kno'
y nOthin tall about. Now, Jake wus
i mighty good brick layer
You are mistaken, m, says she, I'm
y uncle is the Hon. Jacob Feathercod
Says l, recken amt mistaken. Ol
y Jake never had but two sons, Zeke, you
o pappy, an young Jake.
II Well, if you believe it, Betsy was out c
p it again-they wus no ways anxious bot
. Washington so l picked up a mighty fin
, little shiny snuff box, lyin in one of the
r laps, an says I, This is a new fashun snu
t. box mighty purity
N 1t Is not snuff box" says she, rigl
y, off short it's card case
A. Bless me, looked right up to the to
ut of the room, The Lord help your poo
$, souls, says l, why you amt eighteen yea
" old, and carrying your cards about
= play and gamble with all day long
- She says, these are not game cards, the