The Democratic press. (Eaton, Preble County, Ohio) 1860-1865, 1863-11-05

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lsEfl tHAs u night u conc 10
IA bed, Mr. Caudle.l Ughl as cold, too,
as any ice. Enough to give any woman her
death I'm SIRE. What. l shouldn't have
locked up the Goals, indeed II hadn't,
I've no doubt the fellow would have stayed
all night It's all very well for you, Mr..
Caudle, to bring your people home, but |
wish you would think first what's for supper.
That beautiful leg pork would have served
for our dinner to-morrow-but now it s gone.
/ won't pretend to do it, if you bring mob
Of people every night to clear the cupboard.
1 wonder who'll be SO ready to give you
supper when you want one; for want one
you will. unless you change your plans
Don't tell me know Fm right. You'll
first be eaten up, and then you'll be laughed
at l know the world. No, indeed, Mr..
Candle, I don't think i'll of everybody; don't
say that. But | cant see leg of pork
eaten up in that way, without asking myself
what IT'S all to end in if such things 90 on ?
And then be must have pickles, tool Couldn't
be content with cabbage-no, Mr. Caudle, l
wont let you go to sleep. It's very well for
You to say let you 90 to sleep, after you've
kept me awake till this time Why did
keep awaken How de you suppose could
go to sleep, when knew that man was below
drinking up your substance in brandy,and.
waler2 for he couldn't be content upon de-,
cent, wholesome gin. Upon my word, you
ought to be q rich man, Mr., Candle. You
have such very fine friends. l wonder who
givssyou brandy when you 20 out Ia
rNn, indeed, he Couldn't be content with
my picked cabbage, andI should like tt
know who makes better, but he must. have
walnuts And you, too, like fool-now
don't you think to stop me, Mr.. Candle; a
poor woman may be trampled to death, and
never say word you, too, like fool-I
wonder who'd do it for yoR-to insist upon
th. girl going out fol picked walnuts. And
in such night too. With snow upon the
ground. Yes, you're man of fine feelings,
you are, Nr. Candlel But the world doesn't t
know you as l know you. Fine feelings, in
deed, to send the poor girl out, when l told
you, and told your friend, too, "a pretty
brute he is, I'm sure-that the poor girl had
got cold and chilblains on Ter toes. But
| know what'll be the end of that she Il be
laid up, and we shall have rice doctor s
bill. And you II pay it, | can tell you, fer
won't ...-
hish you were out of the world? Oh,
yes; that's all very easy. I'm sure might
with 1t. Don't swear in that dreadful way
Amt you afraid that the bed will open aud
swallow your And don't swing about in
that way. That will do no good. That will
not bring bacA the 6 of pork, and the bran
dy you've poured down both your throats
Oh, l knowltl I'm sure of it. l only re-
collected it when I'd got into bed, and il it
hadn't been so cold you'd have seen me
down stairs again, I can tell you-I rscol-
lected it, and pretty two hours We passed,
that left the key in the cupboard, and
know it, could see BY the manner of you,
when you cane into the room; know
you've got at the other bottle. However,
there's one comfort: you told me to send
for the best brandy, the very best, for your
friend who called last Wednesday. Ha, he!
It was British, the cheapest British, and nice
and III hope the pair Of you will be to
morrow.
There's only the bare bone Of the leg OF
pork, but you'll get nothing else for dinner,
l can tell you. It's a dreadful that the poor
children should 60 without, but If they have
got such father, they, poor ihings, must
suffer for it. .. o .t.. a.'. .,'..
Nearly whole leg of pork and a pint of
brandy A pint of brandy and leg Of
pork. A leg Of--leg--leg-pint ~ &c..