The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1861-01-31

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always be little like you; but she's got
her full growth.
Every body complimcntcd our table
last plight, Rashef. The new silver made
a gorgeous appearance everybody looked
at it, and got everybody else to look, and
noticed our coat-of-arms, and told each
other the motto. | heard young Flum-
merry whispering to Mrs. Clarepce Cor
nell that he couldn't have believed his
own ears, if he hadn't have seen with
his own eyes. There were so many
smiles and whispers at first, | was afraid
something was wrong asked James if
anything had gone wrong, and lie said
there had not; he'd never waited on
nicer table. Fummery made himself
very polite to me after I noticed him
laug Ching with Mrs. Cornell. He helped
me to salad and put cream in my coffee
when told him took it, AS he held
the cream-jug in his hand, he looked
again at our coatof arms. "SdtUe Lar
dum," said he, very gravely. 81 was not
aware of the Rasher device till this even
ing, though I've been quite student Of
heraldry. What Is your receipt for cur
ing bacon, Mrs. Rasher?" "Curing
bacon, Mr.. Flummery ~ I exclaimed,
beginning to be offended, as | always am
at such alItsions. "Yes, madam" he
replied, II supposed that curing it was
the surest manner Of saving it; though
doubtless, your ancestry saved theirs by
taking to their heels at the proper mo-
ment:" 1T is an article" said |, "that
I never have in my house; | do not re-
member now that | ever tasted any.
have no receipts for curing it Mrs.
Rasher," said he, suddenly, "you have
no sugar yet" And he turned TO the
waiter to get me some. Just then, I
noticed you poking that Senator Brown
in the ribs, and laughing outrageously.
I knew you was telling him Of some Of
your practical jokes your very counte-
nance showed it, and involuutarily tried
to look at my back to see if you hadn't
labelled me with some motto or sonie-
thing, in your usual good taste. Now,
husband, | want to know what you and
the Senator were having so much fun
about. If you've been playing any trick
on me, | want to know it; if [ ever find
it out. you'll repent it. l declare, if you
amt laughing again at the very remem-
brance of it I'll ask the Senator my
self the next time see him. I'll tell
you another thing young Flummery said
to me, though I'm sure | don't know
what it means | don't comprehend half
he says, but he's excruciatingly polite,
and has the reputation of being witty
Mrs. Fitz Simmons says she couldn't
think of having even a small social
reunion without him, though must con,
fess, privately, l don't fancy him SO much
as she does. Says he. Mrs. Rasher,"
SAYS he, shave you read the late popular
work, Darwin on the Origin of the
Species ?" And saysI, "No, Mr.. Flum-
merry; I've been so busy lately getting
fixed in the new house and all but [
expect it's in the library, for told the
man to have all the popular things And
says he, 81 was just thinking 1t might
be possible your family were decended
remotely from their own coat-of-arms."
And | said, "Of course we we're p with
a good deal of emphasis, and asked him
if it was book Of heraldry, and he
smiled, and said it was, the most reliable
book of heraldry extaut.
I've only one lasting regret with regarl
to my first party. To be sure, Pm sorry
for that prank of the young gentlemel,
breaking up the crockery SO, which WIS
rather wild of them but youthful lndis
cretlon must not be judged TOO severely;
when committed by the mem
bers of our first families. You wish they
had spared your punch bowl? You aud
Griggs would have had fine times over
that punch bowl this winter, wouldn't
you? I'm sorry it was broken, I'm sure
for it would have been comfort to me
at the opera and other places where you
don't choose to 60 along-"and where
don't choose to have you'-to think you
were comfortable at home.
But, as Twas saying, I've only one last;
ing rOgret, which is that didn't succeed
10 getting the LiverpoOls here. I'd set my
heart on having them, which l knew
would be the means of fixing my position
in society. What's that? lfthere's any
danger of my slipping out, I'd better be
fastened in with bottle of liquid glue?.
What tormenting man you are, Rasher:.
You've no more sympathy with my pecu;
liar feelings thau-don't hug me, don't
| amt your spare-rib get out call me
your duck or your goose, if you want to,
but don't dub me your spare-rib any more.
[ can't stand it.
Mrs. FitzSimmons says that our cards
Of invitation were very unique. | told
you | understood such matters, and that
they would be just the thing. Did have
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