The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1863-05-27


he sat upon the cornheId fence, meditating
on the course of his true love, that it was
running just as Shakespeare said it did,
rather roughly ''If Suke Peabody has
taken shine to that gawkey long sneaked
s.ammerin' shy crtter Gusse., just acose
he is a city teller, she ain { the girl | took
her, that's sartaiD No it's the old folks
dam their ugly pictures old Mrs. Pea.
body alters was hi gh falutin critter, full
of Bag notions andthe old mans regu
lar soft head, driven about by his wife,
JUS, as our old one eyed rooster is driven
about by our cantankerous FIVE toed Dol
kin hen. But if don't spile his fun my
name amt Jonathan. | ID going down
to the city next week by the railroad
and when | come back, wake snakes
that's all "
The abose soliloquy may serve to give
The reader some slight idea of the land,
in the pleasant rustic village where the
speaker resides.
Mr.. Jonathan Doubkins was Young
iarwer well to Go IN the world, and look
ing out for wife, and had been paying
his addresses to Miss Susan Peabody, the
only daughter of Deacon Ederberry Pea
body OF that ilk. with a fair prospect of
success, wheu city acquaintance Of the
PEABODY s, one Mr., Cornelius Gus>et,
who kept a retail dry goods store in Han
over street, Boston, suddenly made his
appearance in the field and commenced
cutting out the game Dazzled with the
prospect Of becoming a gentleman's wife.
and pesteled by the opportunities of her
aspiring mamma, the village beauty had
begun to waver, when her old lover de-
termined upon a last and bold stroke to
foil his rival He went to tie city and
returned of his business he said nothing,
not even to the pumping maiden aunt who
kept house for him He went not near
the Peabod ys-but labored away in his
corn field, patiently awaiting the result of
his maehinatiuns
The next day Mr. Gusset was seated
with the old folks and their daughter, in
the best room of the Peabody mansion,
chatterng as pleasantly as may be, when
the door opened, and in rushed very
dirty aud furious Irish woman.
"ls 1t there We are, Mr. Cornelius Gus
set! Come out of that before | fetch ye,
We spalpeen Is 1t that ye promised me
atore the praste, ye hathen nagur? Run.
min away from me and the children
forsakin your lorful welded wife, and
Tunnin afther Yankee gals, ye conf:
deutial-"
Woman, there must be some mistake
here" stammered Gusset, taken all aback
by this G. arge.
Devil bit of mistake, We sarpient
Oh wirra ! wlrra was it for the likes of
We that sacked little Dennis Mccarthy
who loved the ground [ trod on, and
all because you promised to make lady
Of me--ye dirty thief of the warruld
Will ye come along to the railroad station,
where | left little Patrick, bekase be was
too sick with the small p1x 10 come any
turder, or will ye wait Till drag We ?"
Go go-aiong," gasped GusSet go
and | will follow you"
He thought it best to temporize
81 give ye tin minutes, said the gira-
60, "it ye amt there, it's me cousin, Mr..
Thabby Mulgruddy, will be afther ye, ye
theft And away went this unbidden
guest.
Mr Gusset was engaged in stammer.
ing out a denial of all knowledge Of the
vlrago, when the paror door again opened,
and black eyed, baIchetfaced wcmau,
In fashy silk gown and IA cap with n.any
ribbons pei ched on the top Of her head,
invaded the sanctlty of the parlor
as ne here p she cried in . decided
French accent. Then she added with
scream, "Ah mon dieu le VOLTA Zere
he is. Traitor monster Vat for you
run away from me? Dis two, tree years
| nevair see yor-nevair, aud my heart
broke very bad entirely
Nv no are you = cried Gusset, his eyes
straining ont Of his head, aud shivering
from heau to foot.
He ask me who | am o, you var
respectable genrlehomme hear vet be ask.
Who am. perfde ah-l am your wife,
Il uever saw you before-so help me
Bob cried Gusset. energeiicaly
Don't yer swear said old Deacon
Peabody, IF you do I'll lick you into fits
| won't have no profane or vulgar Ian.
guaue in my house"
20 bless you, respectable old man ; tell
him he must come viz me-tell him. "
Sobs interrupted her utterance.
"lt's pesky bad business" said the ,
deacon. chating with unwonted fire.
"Gusset, you're rascal"
Take care, Deacon Peabody take
care" said the unfortunate shopkeeper.
81 remarked you was rascal, Gusset ,