Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1860-07-06
WATERFOWL, WIS, FRIDAY, JULY 6, 1860

| thousand dollars aud It's a bargain y
| "Pooh! pooh r' said.t Judge
/ every we'll: then stand aside and let
me and Pericles pass"
"Don't be unreasonable, Cephas Let
the colt stand. What do you want of FIVE
thousand dollars p
! "Never mind; if you don't see fit to
give it, I'll 90 and see Nancy
"No, no, you sha'n't! Let go the
bride! I'd rather give you ten thousand. >
Very well; give me ten thousand,
then!
II mean, don't go to being wild and
head-strong now! I'll give you a thou
sand dollars. if nothing else will sutisfy
you.
ssI'll divide the difference with YOU"
said Cephas. 'You shall give me three
thousand, and that, you must confess, is
very little
"It's a bargain exclaimed the Judge.
And Tip was thrilled with joy,
I'm sorry I didn't stick to five thous-
and !" said Cephas. q But I wish to ask,
can [, for instance, marry Melissa More /?
Next to Nancy, she is the prettiest girl in
town.
+" But she has no position; there is the
same objection to her there is to Nancy =
The bargain is, you are not to marry ana
poor girl; and I mean to have it in writ
ing. So pull off the saddle and come into
the house"
elf had been shrewd | might lust as
well have got five thousand" said Cephas.
Tip Tansley, more excited than he had
ever been in his life, waited until the two
had left the barn; then, creeping over the
hay, hitting his head in the dark against the
low rafters, he slid down from his hiding
place, carefully descended the stairs, gath
cred up what he could of the scattered
ears of tuchet, aud set out to run through
the orchard and across the field to the wild
ow Blynn's cottage. The evening was
starry, and the glittering edges of the few
dark clouds that lay low in the cast predic-
ted the rising moon. Hating only to climb
fences, or to pick up now and then tie
corn that persisted in dropping from his
pockets, or to scrutinize some object that
he thought looked a little pokerish,' in
the dark; prudently stunning the dismal
woods on one side, and the pasture where
the hooking" " cattle were on the other,
Tip kept on, and arrived, all palpitatine
and perspiring, at the Widows house, Just
as the big red moon was coming up amidst
the clouds over the bill. He had left a
good deal of his corn and all his courage
behind him in his flight for Tip, ardently
as he loved the beautiful Nancy, could lay
no claim to her on the roetical ground that
g only the brave deserve the fair
With uncertain nucklcs Tip raped at
the humble door, having first looked thro'
the kitchen window, and seen the widow
sitting there, sewing by the light of tai
low candle.
"Good evening, William" said Mrs.
Blynn, opening the door, with her specta-
cles on her forehead. and her work gath
cred up in her lap under her bent figure
g Come in; take chair"
"Guess I can't stop said Tip, siding
into the room with his hat on. How's
all the folks? Nancy to hum ?" w
"Nancy's up stairs; I'll speak to her.
Nancy" called the widow at the cham
Der door, " Tip is hero. Better take a
chair while you do stop" she added, smi-
ling upon her visitor, who always on arri-
wing, ''guesscd he couldn't STOP" and
usually ended by remaining until he was
sent away.
oval, may as well jest as cheap set
ting as standing said Tip, depositing the
burden of his personality-weight, 146
lbs.-upon one Of the creaky, splint-bot-
toned chairs.
"Pooty warm night, kind o." raising
his arm to wipe his face with his sleeve,
upon which an ear of that discontentcd tucA-
ct took occasion to tumble on the floor
"Hellol What's that? BY gracious if
faint green corn! Got any fire? Guess
we'll have roast"
And Tip, taking off his hat, began to
empty his stuffed pockets into it,
claw me p said the widow, squirting
over her work, 81 thought your breeches
pockets stuck out amazin'! I ha'n't
had the first taste of green corn this year.
It's real kind o thoughtful in you, Tip;
but the fires all out. and we can't think
of rosstin it tonight, as I see"
:" Mebby Nancy will, F." chuekled Tip
"'Aint she comm down? Any time to-
night, Nancy'' raising his voice, to be
heard by his beloved in her retreat
You do'no what I brought ye %
Now, sad as the truth may sound to the
reader sympathizing with Tip, Nancy cared
little what he had brought, and expe-
rienced no very ardent desire to come down
and meet him. She sat at her window, look
ing at the stars, and thinking of somebody
who she had hoped would visit her that
night; but that somebody was not Tip;
and although the first sound of his foot
steps had set her heart futtcring with
expectation, his near approach, breathing
fast and loud, bad given her chill of
disappointment-almost disgust; and she
now much preferred her own thoughts, and
the moonrise through the trees in the
direction of Judge Boxton's house, to ali
the green corn, and all the green lovers in
New England. Her mother, however,
who commiserated Tip, and believed as
much in being civil to neighbors as she
did in keeping the Sabbath. called again,
and gave her no peace until she had left
the window, the moonrise, and her roman
tic dreams, and descended into the prosaic
atmosphere of the kitchen, and of Tip and
his corn.
Tips mouth, which had been watering
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