Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1860-01-07
ANOTHER YANKEE TRICK.


+6uke Peabody has taken shine to that gawky,
long -sneaked, stammerin' shy critter Gusset.
best cause he city feller, she amt the girl
took her, that's sartain. Mo- it's the old
folks; darn their ugly pictures old Mrs. Pea.
body alters was hghfalutin' critter fuII Of
big notions and the old mans q regular soft
bead, driven about by his wife Just as our old
pne eyed rooster is drove about by our can
tsnkerOus fys-tOed Dolkin hen. But if I
6 tlon spile his fun my name amt Jonathan.
III going down to the city by the railroad
next week-and when 1 come back, wake
makes that's all - .'''-
Ine ABOVE soliloquy may serve to give the
reader some slight idea of the land in the pleas
ant rustic village where tho speaker resides.
"a MIR. Jonathan Doubkins was a YOUNG farmer
well to do in the world, and looking out for
pic, aud had been paying his addresses to
Bliss Susan Peabody, the only daughter of
Deacon Elderberry Peabody, of that iik, with
fair prospect OF success, when a city acquaint-
Once of the Peabody, one Mr.. Cornelius tiusset
who kept retail dry goods shop in Hanover
Street, Boston, suddenly made his appearance
IN the field and commenced the cutting out
4game. Dazzled with the prospect of becoming
a gentleman wife, and pestered by the i'm.
pOrtunities of her aspiring mamma the VILLAGE
beauty had begun to wayer, when her old lover
determined upon last and bold stroke to foil
his rival. He went to the city and returned:
1T his business he said nothing, not even to a
pumping maiden aunt who kept house for him.
away in his cOrn-feld patiently awaiting the
result Of bis machinations
The next day, Mr.. Gusset was seated with
The old folks and their daughter, in the best
room OF the Peabody mansion, chattering as
pleasantly as may be, when the door opened.
ind IN rushed very dirty and furious Irish
-Cman.
Is it there We are, Mr.. Cornelius Gusset
Come out OF that, before L fetch ye, We spal-
peen isthat ye promised me afore the praste.
hat
and the children-fOrsakin' yer larful welded
wife, and runnin' after the Yankee gals, We
confidential -
Woman, there must be some mistake here
Stammered Gusset, taken all aback by his
charge.
Devil bit Of a mistake. We sarpiptr Oh
vIrra, wirra, was it for the likes of We sacked
little Dinnis McCarthy-who loved the ground
trod on, and all because ye promised to make
lady of me-ye dirty thief of the warruld
viii We come along to the railroad station.
where left little Patrick, beksse he was too
-Ick with the smallpox TO come any furder. or
will We wait till L drag ye9
I'm SE EGTgo-alcng'" gasped GuSset. $50 and
He thought it best to temporize.
! give You ten minutes" said the yirapo
. III ye an I there, it's me cousin, Mr. Thabby
Mulgruddery, will be afther ye We thief"
And away went this unbidden guest.
Mr. Gusset was then engaged in stammeripp
"uI dehiaI OF all knowledge OF the virago,
when the parlOr door again opened. a TtiIe
black-eyed, hatchet-faced woman, in a fsshv
sllk gown and cap with many ribbons perched
on the top Of her head, invaded the sanctity of
the parlOr:
Is he here" she cried in n decided French
accent. Then she added with a scream, "Ab.
mon dieu. lie VOLTA Zare he is Traitre
monster Vat for you run away from me ?
Dis two, tree years | nevair see you-neyair:
and my heart broke very bad entirely y
no are you ?" cried Gusset his ewes
straIninS out Of his head, and shiyerng from
head ts foot
. lie atk me who am. o, you var respect
sJle old geDtilhOmme. hear vat he ask Who
am, Psrfde! ah Il am your wife
= never saw you 'fore-so help Inc Bob
cried tiusset, energetically.
- Dom you swear said old Deacon Pea
body: &" if you do Ill kick you into fits: / won't
nave no pTofane or vulgar language in my
house
20, bless you, bless you, respectable old
man. Tell him he must come viz me-tell
him SJbbs interrupted her utterance
It's pesky bad business" said the deacon
chafns with unwOnted fire. ''Gusset, you re
rascal
Take care Deacon Peabod dy-take care"
'aid the unfortunate shopkeeper.
Il remarked you was rascal, Gusset. You We
gone and married two wives, and that ERE ) |
fat burglary, eff l know anything bout the
Revised Statoots."
Two wives" shriekod the French woman.
Half dozen. for aught know to the con- |
trary, said the deacon. ''Now, you clear out |
OF my house; go away to the station, and clear
into Boston. won't have nothing more to do
with you.''
But, deacon, hear me-
i dom want to hear ye, ye sarpint," cried |
the deacon, stopping his ears with his hands |
"Marryln two wives, and comm a courtin' a |
third. Go lOng-clear OUT
Even Mrs Peabody no 70 mt IN
word for the culprit, was sileneed Susan |
turned from him In horror In despair he fed |
to the railway station, hOtly pursued by the |
clahiorous and indignant French woman
That afternoon, a. Miss Susan Peabody was |
walking towards the village, she was overtaken |
by Mr. Jonathan Doubkins dressed in his best, |
ant driving his fast-going horse before bis Sun
day-so-to-meeting chaise. He refined up and |
accoSted her. |
''IIallo, Suke. get in and take ride!,'
Don't keer if L DO, Jonathan" replied the |
young lady, accepting the prOfered seat
Il say. you, said Jonathan, grinning, that |
ere city feller's turned out poorly pup, amt |
Its dreadful, if it's true" replied the
young lady.
You had a narrer escape, didn't I ye?| pur-
sued the old lover. But he wsrn't never of |
M account, anyhow. What DO the folks think
about itI''
They hain't said a word since he cleared
OUT
Forgot that night rode you home from
singing schOol?' asked Jonathan, suddenly
branching off.
No, L hain't,' replied the young lady,
Flushing and smiling ut the same time.
Remember them apples l gin you?''
oh, yes"
We'll, they was good, wasn't they?'~-
First rate, Jonathan
tot hull orchard Of them kind er fruit.
ouke, said Jonathan, sugges.ively.
Susan silent
~ lang exclaimed Jonsthan. putting the
braid on the black horse. Have Won any idea
where We are going, Suke?''
I'm going to the village
No, you hain't; you are gon' along with me-
Where to l''
Providence; and you don't come back till
y"u re MIS- Doubkins-nO how you can fix il. >
How you talk, Jonathan
Darn the old folks ~ said Jonathan, put
ting on the string again, "ef | was to leave