The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-10-09
Fate in 81 Tin DIpDer.


! This was the salutation of tall, handsome
youth, as he opened Mrs. Phillips kitchen doc,
one tine morning in August, and addressed the
lady OF the house at her seat by the windo "
Now Mrs. Phillips was little nettled with thu
dlsoohging conduct of a skein of yarn which
she was winding. and she answered the fellows
string of inquiries rather tartly for her.
No: don't want any of your trash!
Mrs. Phillips eyes snapped portentousy and
her eyebrows drew into closer relationship. as 4
determined that no peddler should be suffered
to annoy their amiable owner, 81
Please, Mr.. Peddlerman, i want tin dipper =
called childish voice from a back porch. and
little Eva Phillips, the first and last born Of
her parents, came bounding into the room. Eva
was beautiful child, and the young peddler
gazed at her in undisguised admiration.
And pray, for what does my curly-hesded
girl want of a tin dipperT he asked, with an
amused expression OH his face. r.r.. ~. =.
oh, to dip up water from the brook-to eet
berries down on Blackberry Hill,' and she add
ed, with charming aGirete, to see nv face II,
The peddler laughed. I ~
Female vanity alike the world over' he INIT
tered TO himself; then-'but my dear girl. YOU
shall have the dipper. The best tin in the world
might be proud of mirroring such face! Come
out to the cart and get it, easI5 ,.-r1
Eva ran merrily down to the brown pate.
where the peddier's good~natured horse was
partially awaiting the masters coming, her
happy head full of the grand times she'd have
with the tin dipper The pedder opened the
box, and took from thence very bright Dip
per- and then with the point of his knife he en-
graved his name Eugene Fuller-upon the
outside, and gave it into the child's hand.
There, my little miss, what is your name p
Eva Pearl Phillips, said the girl, inspecting
her gift with sparkling eyes
Miss Eva? q pretty name-weIl, accept
this dipper as a love-gage from Eugene Fuller,
who, when he gets older, is coming back to
make you his little wife Good bye, wifey 2
and the laughing boy sprang upon his seat and
drove off. 7ta a.u 81
His little wife . unused Eva, on her way back
to the house. i wonder what mother win say?
wonder if she will begin to make pillow-case
and sheets just as Aunt Ethel did before Cousin
Carrie Pearl was married / must tell her
about it. And Eva dashed into the kitchen,
full Of the important news, Mother, mother p
the pedder-man says he is going to marry me
one of these days-ain'ti it funny? Only think
then can have just as many tin dippers as
like!' d @ d aa-. wax. be-
'As many fddlesticks! Go help Jane shell
the beans Tor dinner, l do wish there hadn't
been peddler created; they're pest = Mrs
Philips rocked violently back and forth In her
cushioned chair, and made an extra knotin the
refractory yarn .a M.
Time passed on, and Eva kept the tin dipper
among her most cherished playthings did
not use it often to hold berries or 10 dip spring
water for fear its luster would be spoiled, and
the name of the donor etaced. Mrs. Phillips
despised the dipper because she despised ped
dlers, and she would have destroyed the 'amu-
let had not her mothers love for Eva pleaded
against it. H.h ,.s sG .4a.
So when Eva had reached her tenth year-a
bright blooming little lansie, full Of galty and
happiness-thee dipper was still in existence,
bearing braveiy its age and its oft-repeated
struggles for favor with Mrs. Phillips. e..i....
Eva, though quite young lady, was as fond
of it as ever: aud kept it on her pretty dress-
g-bureau, that it might meet her eyes the
first thing in the morning. One would have
thought that the little maiden was completely
infatuated with what, FIVE years ago, Eugene
Fuller the peddler, had sty led 'love-gage, and
perhaps she was--we cannot say Certain if
is that there is no accounting for the fancies Of
female head no philosopher has ever discov-
cred test by which to analyze the mysterious
composition, and, moreover, never will.
One evening Mrs. Phillips was coming into
the kitchen in something of hurry and it be-
ing dusky in the room, she hit her foot az ainst
some obstacle, and in consequence lost her ball
ance and fell down into large pan of butter
milk, which Jane, the careless housemaid. had
lett on the floor. There was quite a splashing
and scattering, and Mrs. Phillips, though IN
hurt, was decidedly put out-not out the but
termlk, but out of temper. Her poodle-dog
was so much frightened by the noise Of her fall
that he flew upon the cats back for refuge, and
the latter animal made her escape through the
chimney, leaving poor Roche to drop down at
his leisure. 4 s- ..taa. l....
From the ruins, Phoenix-like, Mrs. Philips
arose; and, on James bringing light, she pro-
ceeded to investigate matters, wondering ali the
time what she could have stumbled against
The wonder was soon dispelled, however, by
seeing Eva's tin dipper, for the child wearied
out with long ranble over field and pasture
had returned home so drow8y that her mother
had sent her directly to her room, without aiv>
ing her a chance to put away her treasure The
sight of the dipper seemed only to increase
Mrs. Phillips indignation, and she vowed ven>
geance Oh the unfortunate cause of her down
fall uaa .s.Esa ..H.e. ....o. I.a. xxx.
Consequently, the next morning when Eva
arose and looked about for her dipper it was
not to be seen She went TO her mother for
information but that lady was profoundly To-.
norsnt ia the matter; and Jane proved, on be-
ing brought to the inquistion by Eva, to be in
very doubtful state with her mistress. ~.
Then Eva went through with grand system
of accommodating; which resulted in the recov.
cry of the dipper from mass of rubbish in a
corner of the wood shed, 1t was bruised and
battered q little, but, in other respects, as good
as new, and Mrs. Phillips though guilty Of the
intent, was not exactly guilty of the sin of the
iconoclast. .s@.
| Resolved to guard against all further profan-
alton Of her IDOL Eva carefully tied the dipper
in piece of strong silk, which had been given
her by the village nlilliner to make her doll a
dress, which she deposited all in little hollow
at the end of the pasture, aud covered the aper-
ture with fat stone. aa. s
Some days afterwards she was sent by her
luother on an errand to her aunt Ethel and as she
went down the pasture lane, she thought she
would take out her dpper. give it an airing and
perhaps fill it with strawberries down in Goods
meadow Singing blithly, she went her way,
the exhausted dipper sdll in its bandage, hang
ing upon her arm. She came to the narroyv
bridge across the Dead river and was lust in
the middle the crossing, when her attention
was attracted by large cluster of morning
glories, clinging to the willows, which hung over
the bridge. Thoughtlessly, her eyes fixed on
the fowers,g she advanced to the verge of the
bridge-the plank bent and tipped with her
weight-one scream, and the little form of Eva
struggled in the water. She closed her ewes
and gave herself up for lost, but the dipper
hound with silken cloth, acted as life reserv.
er, and kept her above the surface.
Help me Do somebody come and help me,
screamed the girl, as she was borne rapidly by a
held where some farmers were engaged in plant
ing corn, In a moment stalwart man cleft
the waters. and, reaching Eva took in one hand
while with the other he swan to the shore.
Where am /, and where is my aiprer p
queried the child, as soon as she came tc teali
cation.
You are here replied the man but what Of
your dipper? Ha as live, It's an old til
dipper, rather the worse for wear-tied up in
rag Well, it's saved your life !!
!, Then the good man put her into his rough
farm wagon, and conveyed her home, taking
particular care to relate to her mother the i'm
portant part the dipper had played in the res
f cue of the child.
Il tell you, ma'an, if it hadn't been for tina
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