The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1862-08-02

/ catch for any gal, ! tell you
shook my head and kept my hand
upon the settee.
If you won't hev me now, when will
you, say?' persisted the illegible match.
Come speak out, I'm obligin', and will
wait as long as you like
shook my head agnn.
You'd better not take shine to any
other fellcr while I'm round pursued my
suitor. I'll put half all inch of cold steel
into him if you do. Why I wouldn't
stand it, wouldn't. | can lick any TWEEN
ty, | can
| could not stand it any longer, but free
ing myself from the detaining grasp which
my warlike suitor kept upon my wrist,
escaped from the apartment, vowing to
avoid all single gentlemen during the re-
mainder of my stay at Slammervile.
laid myself in the shadows of my bed
raop' nD:j) Jbe quests had breU'3 10 'ieoart
and such as were accomInodateo wr!nur
had begun to snOre, and then sought old
Mrs Brown and contided my troubles to
her
Most girls like it, was all the consola-
ton | received. After Il while you will
get used to it, and make nice match
The next day and the next passed quick
ly in the hustle Of the brides departure
for their new homes, and on the third Mrs
Brown and myself sat alone in the parlOr
when boy entered bearing package OF
notes. Mrs. Jones is dead, he said, pre-.
senting one to my hostess, and this here
is an invitation to her funeral And van.
iShed rs quickly as he came.
Poor Mrs. Jones SO she is gone said
Mrs. Brown. well, well, poor Jones is
in trouble now. We must go to the fu-
HeEr|, pliria.
There will be no gentleman bold enough
to make Il proposition on such an occasion,
( thought TO myself, and sadly ponderng
on the early death of this young western
matron, the wife of one short year, | pre-
pared myself for the sad visit.
The house, when we arrived there, was
crammed, and the husband in the decor.
Gus garb OF woe, was doing hOnors in a
manner which rather surprised me. There
was no accounting for western customs,
however, and tried to believe him incon-
solable. The long funeral wound along
the road, the chief mOurner in his proper
place, and women sobbed, and men look.
cd down and sighed. \ prayer was ut.
tered, the earth thrown in, and all was
over The mournerS went back to the
desolate house, and according to custom
sat down to tea. Then the spirits of all
took sudden rise, and even the widower
smiled. do not like to speak Of it.
had rather avoid it If could, but this is
true chronicle Of Slammervlle, and
must proceed.
When Mrs. Brown signilied that the
moment for our departure had arrived,
went into the parlor to get my bonnet
Tying it on before the glass, was aware
of the presence vi the widowcr. lie stood
behind me.
Can assist you with your shawl" he
said. thanked him and he put it on fol
me.
This will lie dcsolatc house. he said
sighed. a. man : wife is an awful miss,
continued the wdower. | sighed again,
and tried to think of some word Of com.
fort. need not have troubled myself fol
doing so, for the next words were these
It's rather sudden, know but female
society is so scarce here. Couldn't you
be persuaded to be Mrs. Jones the sec
ond 2
. don't know what did don't know
what | said, but left the house that day
and left Slammervillc the next. have
never set a foot in it since. But if there
be amongst my readers any despairing
elderly maiden, any widow hopeless of {
second match, | recommend her earnestly
and seriously to so to Slammcrville.-
SaAolny Times.