White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-03-31
THE CONSTITUTION AND THE UNION.
WHITE CLOUD, KANSAS, THURSDAY, MARCH 81 1859.

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debted to you. sir. You're right-they
can't fool me. Good day.
Good day. sir
Billy INDUCED in an immoderate ct o
laughter, when his pale faced visitor hat
gone. so Ed Seymour was going tC
fool me, was he ?-ha hal 1 CUES.
he'll find me a tough one, though; CUES.
can't be fooled SO easy, neither. And
so deuced kind in him to put me on my
guard He's gentleman. and no mis-
take .s e. f
The afternoon, dark and cloudy, soon
passed away. and after it came black
boy. Billy heard the message of the lat
ter, with well counterfeited concern for
Jemima's illness, and bidding old Isaac
saddle his mare, was soon on the road to
Jones's.
The night was black, indeed, and a
drizzling rain chilled his bones-but still
he muttered to himself. slapping his arms
together, to accelerate the tardy circula-
tion-'Cracky how they'll look, when
they find me waiting for them at Joncs's
S'pose they think I'm half way to Pine
vile. by this time. Ha ha! guess Je-
NINA amt very bad. They can't fool
me 7
why bless my soul, Mr.. Keene what
brought you here in this storm q said the
burly Jones, as our worthy friend, dren-
ched to the skin, refined the old mare up
to the door. His only answer was, you'll
see something presently, Mr.. Jones, that
will tickle you some, calculate. They
can't fool meP
The old mare was soon in the comfort
able stable. while the owner, pacing the
bar-room floor, only uttered at intervals,
you'll see some sport presently, Mr..
Jones--they can't fool me- An hour
passed away-another--eleve O'Clock,
and no carriagel ,I
That pale-faced jack-ass couldn't have
been fooling me, could he 2 thought the
suspicious Billy. No, by lingo! Here
he comes New, Mr.. Jones, if you want
to see some rare fun just step to the door
they can't fool me- 1
The carriage ratified up to the door in
furious haste the driver refined in his
reeking horses, and sprang from his seat;
the steps were thrown down; Edward
Seymour leaped out, and assisted Mary
to alight; and Squire Curtiss followed.
Billy concealed himself behind the door,
until the happy trio were in the sitting
room then, with an air of triumph, he
very coolly walked in, exclaiming, "A
smart set, you be come, Miss Jack-a-
napes, you'd better put your bonnet on
again-sister Jemima amt dangerous;
and it's pretty late, so we'd better be get
ting towards home-ha! ha fool me,
viii you?'
Mr.. Keene looked around to see what
effect his unexpected appearance had
made, but no one seemed at all surprised.
Mary did not, as might have been expec-
ted, faint away on the occasion, but step
ping forward, half weeping, half laughing,
she broke the awful pause with, Pm
ready to go this minute, Pa; but first
allow me to introduce you to my husband,
Edward Seymour; we were married quiet
ly at home, about an hour after you start
ed. 1t was so kind in you to go away, and
leave us to make our own arrangements,
that we thought it would be bad to make
you ride home on horseback, in this storm;
so we came to fetch you back, and offer
you seat in our carriage. Now you'll
forgive us, won't you, Pa? 2
Pm sold give me your hand said
the crest fallen Billy. Give me your
hand, Seymour This is the first time !
ever was fooled and you are the first
person who could ever fool me. God
bless you, my son. said the old man, af-
fectcd to tears; you've done what no 9th
er living man ever could do-you've
fairly fooled me, you've won her, and
You're worthy of her,
The remainder of the scene, our pen,
though made of the stouteSt steel, is too
feeble to describe. Old Jones, who had
been wondering spectator Of the singu-
lar meeting, shook hands with Billy, and
assured him that he had seen much more
fun than he had anticipated, and when
the wedding party started home, MIR.
Keene recognized by the coach-light the
pale-faced young man transformed into
a driver. $500
Our hero is still living, surrounded by q
lovely group of grandchildren, and he is
still firm in his old belief that he can't
be fooled.
The last time we saw him, he was lis
tening to an account given by Seymour,
on his return from the city, Of that won
derful invention. the magnetic telegraph.
I wonder said the old man, If Ed
thinks / suck all that yarn about writing
and talking by lightning, or about send
ing letter from New York to Buffalo in
secondI Mol nor twenty-fOur hours,
either It's no use, Ed, you may tell
that to the women folks and children, but
you can't pull the wool over my eyes
again I'm too old-Tve seen too much
Of the world /; you can't fool me
The PREsDEST AND THE NAPIER BALL.
A Washington correspondent of the