Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1858-09-30
Aunt Hannah Triple in Court
pY CLARA AUGUSTA.

RY CLARA AUGUSTA.
.Iffd Won ever go a courtin, neice, or to
court? Ones about the same as t'other.
There amt but preshus little to choose be-
tween the two, anyhow You can nix it
In one you have to be asked a powerful
site of impudent questions, and in tother
you have to ask the questions yourself
So there amt much difference in 'em;
and if you try both, you'll say just as
do aA
About the matter of two years ago,
John Smiths cow broke into Sam Jones
field and marches Jest as straight as her
four legs would carry her right into his
turnip patch, and eat up two turnips,
tops and all. Jones he seed her, and set
his yellow dog on her, and the dog, (he's
savage critter,) bit hole through the skin
of her hind leg, and got his brains kicked
cut to pay fur it. So FUR, Jones and
Smith were square, but there was them
turnips-Jo ones vowed he wouldn't plant
turnips for we'll, able-bodied mans cow
to eat up, and sed if Smith didn't walk
right over to his house and settle the dam
age, he'd prosecute him with writ
Smith is a daredevil SORT of a fellow,
and he told him to come on, ne warnt
afeerd on him.
As it happened, / was out goin' to the
Conferens meetin' when the COW jumped
into the field, so seed the hull performuns.
Jones he seed ME, and kuowed that seed
the scrape, so he Jest gin me little KIND
of scrip of blue paper, with somethin'
writ orful scrawlin' on it. Cicero read 1t,
and laughed enough to kill himself
What upon earth is it, Cicero SEE L.
II amt luv letter, is it?' SEE l, for De
con Dame 1ost his wife about q year afore)
had looked orful sharp at me the day afore,
60 afternoon meeting.
No. it amt Law letter. SEE he, but
= courtin' letter from Sam Jones'
a countin' letter from Sam Jones!
SEE 1, why Sam Jones is a married man
with ten children and baby! What
does be want Of more family wonder?
He don't want any more family as l
knows Of, 'but he wants you to go to the
Falls next Thursday, to court, and tell
what YOU seed Johns Smiths brindle COW
do ia his tnrnip field :.
%, my gracious massy,' SEE l, hall
skeered at the idea Of going to court 4
cannot go, it's my ironing day, and l
ought to be making my apple sass that
daY. too. / can't go-you Jest go over
and tell nabor Jones that I'd be glad to
obleee him, but can't without deal of
Inconvenience.
But marm,' says Cicero, foldin' up the
paper, ethis is sheriff's or lawyers sum-
mons writ out of big law book, and
you'll either have to so or be carried to Jail.
fhat's the way they always sarve folks
who don't mind the law
TO Jail Hannah Tripe to jailP SEE
as Indignant as l could be; III larn
EN- better works than to carry an inno-
cent woman to jail I'll lay the broom
stick over them if they come near me-
It's no use of talking. marm,' says
Cicero. You will have to go, and you
might as well be consigned to the levees OF
unalterable fate The laws of yer country
must be- minded. The glorious country
that the Pilgrim Fathers fit and bled for.
You must respect her commands And
Cicero riz himself and sot up his eyes and
hands. lest as I've seen Parson Scrapewell
do when he's giving out the malediction
Well, / thought the matter over, and
concluded I'd better go to court; SO
ironed Tuesday and made my apple sass
Wednesday Thursday nabor Jones came
over sirly, and took me into his smart new
buggy to kerry me to the Falls. We hac
asife of talk about the cow and the doe
and the turnips while he was agoin,' ana
by the time we'd driv up to the cour'
room. Jones had made up his mind tina
he'd beaten Smith for sartin. 80
- I went into the great square room I
leetIe illustrated, I'll own; for there was thu
slightest Of folks there. blue eyes, grey eyes
black eyes, all Ext on. Jones and I as W,
marched mp in front of the judge. ~
Good mornin,' Squire, seq l, bowling
20 little old. dried up nosed Teller with !
ysller wig on. L hope your honorable
health is good
Keep quiet, Mrs. Tripe,' SEE nabo
Jones, nudging my elbow. 1T amt prop
Der to speak to his honor, though he ask
ys queaions.' - EfrT =. ~
They took me to little platform buil
upon one side of the room, and sed
might sit down If was mind to-s,
down ! sot My goodness what funn,
actions, they did havel Ta!kin all sort
lsngwidges that nobody on airth cod un
derstand,-all mixed UP with 'constitu
fien.s revised ststutess evil laws an
NOBODY knows what / declare actill
thouglS18 spell, that I'd been kerrie
d. = ages and ages. to the tin,
6{ks tdksa in Hebrew and whis
y DAdd[ Fve heern Psrson Scraps
~ abote Il. -. =. -. :
sstsr I'd begun to feel hur
Qyand want my dinner, tall, scrage
man, with green specs on bis nose. riz an
seq he
m. Hannah Tripe. stand up in yo'
sBord.' sec I, 'you don't want me
climb up IN cheer sfore all these folk
do yeT
We want none Of your low jests here
SEE he. colofiDg up till be looked like
red flannel nighfgown; raise up and stand
%. yes seq /, fdas lives get up, I
not-fermy beck tesins to ache. I've s.
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