Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1859-01-21

ter as you did. l did not come to compli-
ment you, as you ind.'
Il will not complain that you fatter me-
Refreshments were served up, and the
conversation though necessarily carried on
in a low tone, became animated.
sPray tell me- said Mr.. Defoe, 'the pre-
else motive you had in publishing such an
advertisement, and in meeting me here.'
Il did it for fun. 1t was always my disc
position. Do you see that row of men over
there, near where you were sitting, each
with a newspaper
Yes
'Weii, those deluded gentlemen ali came
here at my solicitation. They all answer
ed my advertisement; wrote to them pre-
cisely as | did to you. ] wrete the letter
you received, and my sister made twelve
copies of it, which were dispatched to as
many gentlemen, seven of them it seems,
have accepted the invitation, and are waIf-
ing for me-
And what will you do!'
Nothing. / do not expect to recognise
them. | came to enjoy the sport of seeing
them, who expect to fool me, fooled instead;
to watch the ludicrous expression of anxiety
and disappointment. They are dishonest,
selfish, ignorant men, l am sure, or they
would not have written as they did. In
fact am sure an honest man would not have
written at all. Now see them. They look
over the top of their papers as il assherif
was after them.'
And you came 10 laugh at them!'
Certainly. This is my MeHagerie OF ta-
med animals! took them wild: but fancy
this discipline will domesticate them.'
sWhy is it you have honored me above all
the rest. and do not laugh at my calamity in
common with theirs!'
Because you wrote an absurd letter.
saw at once you did not intend to have me
believe you. But those animals supposed
was foolish enough to think they meant
what they said. would not trust soul of
them with my dinner. They thought to de-
ceive me, perhaps get some of my property,
and at any rate get into the society move
in
And how did you know that was the per-
son who wrote over the name of Defoe!'
The simplest thing in the world. You
sat there with broad grin on your face,
with a perfect look of indifference. The
paper lay beside you on the table, as knew
it would if was five minutes behind time.
You were thinking you had been sold, and
that Betty Ballou had played you a good
trick. The others were anxious and uneasy.
They were meditating the schemes which
brought then here
'Yoar name, of course, is not Ballou!'
suggested Detoe.
No more than yours is Defoe, replied
she.
The smenagere was by this time in
state Of disorder. The animals uneasy at
the delay OF the expected, called for different
articles of diet and drink, and one by one
Withdrew. Mr. Deioe also expressed re-
grets at parting. but said he most GO.
Must our acquaintance end hereP he ask
ed.
Yes, unless vou should ctance 10 get ac-
quainted NTH my husband, and he should
invite YOU to his house, in which case shall
be happy 10 see you his friend. He does
business in street, No. -. should not
like TO have him know this adventure; but
must have some amusement. 1t you ever
know him you will not mention it,
Mr. Defoe- pledged his honor not to re-
veal the fact to him, and babe her uGieu.
MARRYING AN EDITOR.
Yes, am Mrs. Peter Snow, an EDITORS
wife. | well remember the day when Mr..
Snow asked me to become his wife. |
confess | liked Mr.. Snow, and thinking it
would be very fine thing to be the wife of
an editor, said 'YEs,' as pretty as l knew
how, and became Mrs. Snow. I have
seen ten yeurs OF married life, and md my
husband to be an amiable, good-natured
man. He always spends his evenings at hume
and is, in that respect, modle man, but
he always brings pile of exchanges, which
is only limited by the length of his arms. and
reads, while patch the knees and elbows
of our boys pantaloons and coats. Alter
we have had Quaker meeting of an hours
length, break the silence by asking
'Mr. Snow, did you order that coal spoke
TO you about!'
'What did you say, my dearr he asks af-
ter few moments silence.
Did you order that coal spoke to you
aboutl'
Indeed, my dear, am sorry, but I forgot
all about it. 1t shall surely come to-mor
row.
Another hours silence, which is relieved
by the baby's crying, and rather liking to
hear uoise of some sort, made no effort
tie stop it.
My DEAR says Mr.. Snow, after it had
cried minute or SO, 'yon had better give
the baby some catnip tea, to quiet him.
He troubles me-
The baby is still; another hour passes
without breath of noise. Becoming tired
of silence, take lamp and retire for the
night, leaving Mr.. s. SO engaged with his
paper that he does not see me leave the
room. Towards midnight he comes to bed,
and just as he has fallen asleep, the baby
takes notion 10 cry again. rise as quiet
ly as possible, and try to still him. While
am walking the room with a small Snow in
my arms, our next-a boy of three years
begins to scream at the top of his lungs
What can do? There is no other course
but to call Mr.. Snow, SO called out
'Mr. Snow, Mr.. Snow!'
The third time he starts up and replies
sWhat, Tim, more copy!'
AS though was Tim, that little imp rum
ming about the office, and reply rather tart
ly-
mo, don't want any more copy; have
had enough of that to last my time-I want
to see what Tommy is crying about
MIR. Snow makes desperate effort to
rouse himself; as Tommy stops to take a
breath, he falls asleep again, leaving me to
pace the room in as much vexation as
can comfortably contain. The next morn.
ing at breakfast when gave Mr. Snow an
account of .ast nights adventure, he repli-
| ed
Indeed my dear, l am very sorry the
children trouble you.'
This is always the way. II complain
il is, sindeed, my denr. am very sorry
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