Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1861-06-20
Joy in the House of Ward.

Deur Sir: take my pen in hand to in
form you that | am in a state OF great blls,
and trust these lines will find you injoyin the
same blessins. I'm reguvinated. I've found
the immortal waters of yo0th, SO to speak,
and am as Timber and irisky as Il two-year
old steer, and in the futer them boys which
sez to me, Ego up old Bawled he'd, will do
80 at the peril of their hazard individooally.
I'm very happy. My house is full of JOY,
and have to git up nights and larf! Sum,
tunes AK myself, ''is it not dream?' and
suthin withinto Inc sez ''it air; but when
| look at them sweet little critters and hear
en- squawk, | knowit is reality rcalitys,
may say-and feel gay.
returned from the Summer Campane
with my unparaleld show of wax works and
livin wild Beests of Pray in the erly part Of
this munth. The people of Baldinsville met
me cordully and immejitly conimenst restin
myself with my famerly. The other mite
| while was down to the tavurn tostin my
shns agin the bar-room fire 4 amuzln the
krowd with sum Of my adventurs, who shood
cum in bareheded and terrible excited but
Bill Stokes, who sez, SEE he, "Old Ward,
there's CRATE doins up to your house.
Sez |, William, how so p
Sez he, 'Bust my gizzurd, but its CRATE
doins," and then he larfed as if heed Kill
hisself
See I, risin and putting on a austeor look
William L woodunt be u fool ii had com
mon cents.
But he kept Oh larfn till he was black il
the face, when he fell over on the bunk
WHARF the hostler sleeps and in still smal
voice sed-'Twins!" l ashur you gent
that the grass didn't grow under my feet OF
my way home, Il was follered by an en-
thoosi,,stc throng of my feller sitterauns
who hurrard for Old Ward at tho top o
there voises found the house chock full
Of peple. There was Mis- Square Baxte
and her three grown up darters, lawyer Per
kinses wife, Taberthy Ripley, young Ebel
Parsuns, Deakun Simmuns folks, the Skool
master, Doctor Jordin, esetttery, etsettery.
Mis-. Ward was in the west room which jine!
the kitchin. Mis-. Square Baxter was mixir
suthin in dipper before the kitchin fire, 4
a small army of female wimmin were rushir
wildly round the house with bottles Of cam
/ fire, peaces of flannil, &c | never sceC
sich hubbub in my natral born dasc.
Good not stay in the west room only Il mint
80 strung up was my ieelins, so rusht ou
aud ceased my dubbel berrild gun.
i "What upon airth ales the man?' say
Tabcrty Ripley ''Sakes alive, whar air 20,
gon?' & she grabd Inc by the coat tales. -
What $ the matter with you?" she con
tinnered.
Twins, marm," sez I--"twinsl'
!, 81 know it, sez she, coyerin her fac,
with her aprun.
."Well," SEE l, that's what's the matte
with me-"
! 'Wall, put down that air gun, you pesk.
old fool, seq she.
/ "No, marm," sez I, "this is a nashuna
, day. The glory of this here day isn't con
fined to Baldinsville, bya darn site. %
yonder woodshed, sed |, drawn myself u
I to my full hite, and speakin in slow, actin
\ voice, will fire nashunal salute -
Sayin whtch, tared myself from her gras
/, and rusht to the top of the shed, WHARF
blazed away until Square Baxter's hired ma
4 and my son Artemus Juneyer, cum and too
0 me down by name force.
n On returning to the kitchin found quit
a tho event over. They made room for me
Docter Jordin, litin his pipe with red he
coal.
yes" sed I, ',2 eppisodes, waying abo,
r IL pounds jntly."
: IA perfeck coop de tat, sed the skoo
master.
'E pluribus unum, proprietor persony,
r sed |, thinking I'd let him know l under
stood furrin langwidges as we'll as ho did,
/, want skoolmaster.
. 1T is indeed momentous event." SC
, young Eben Parsuns, who has boen quai
ters to the Akademy.
II never heard twins called by that nam
afore," sed |, "but spose its all rite. -
: "We shal soon have Wards enufi, " D.
, the editer Of the Baldinsvillle Bugle Of Lii
erty, who was looking over bundle of eS
/, change papers in the corner, ''to apply h
the legislator for City Charter!''
Good for you, old mani" sed I, "giv
' that air conspickius place in the next Blu
gle.o
"How ridicklus," sed pretty Susan Fletch
!. or, ooverin her face with her knitting wor
!, and larin like all possest
"Wall, for my part, said Jane Mari
|, Peasley, who is the crossest old made in th
|, world. II think you all act like pack o
: See ], "Mis. Peasley, air You parent9
Sec she mo, I aint. "
/, SEE !, 'Mis. Pcasley, you will never be.
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