The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1863-07-15
FATE IN 4 TIN DIPPER.

want to buy any tin ware, to day ma'am !?
-pails, brooms, needles, scissors, thread, wash
boards-all kinds of glass ware, cheap cheap
for old rags, iron, money, or credit Want
to purchase? Should like to trade with youp'
This was the salutation of tall, handsome
youth, as he opened Mrs. Phillips kitchen
door, one fine morning in August, and ad-
the window Now Mrs. Phillips was little
nettled with the disobliging conduct of a skein
of yarn which she was winding, and she an
swered the fellows string Of inquiries rather
tartly for her - s.s
mo I don't want any of your trash =
Mrs. Phillips eyes snapped portentiousiy,
and her eyebrows drew into closer relation
ship as if determined no peddler should be
suffered to annoy their amiable owner.
please, Mr.. Peddlerman, I want a tin dip
per 2 called childish voice from back porch,
end little Eva hilEps, the first and last born
of her parents, came bounding into the room.
Eva was beautiful child a, d the young ped
dler gazed at her in undisguised admiration.
And pray, what does my curley- headed
girl want with tin dipperr he asked, with
an amused expression on his face.
Oh, to dip up water from the brook-to
get berries down on Blackberry Hills and,
she added, with charming naiUete, ito see my
face in
The peddIer laughed.
Female vanity alike the world ovcrp he
muttered to himself; then-sbut my dear girl
you shall have the dipper. The best tin in
the world might be proud of mirroring such a
face Come out to the Gait and get it,
Eva ran merrily down to the brown gate
where the peddler's good natured horse was
patiently awaiting the masters coming, her
happy head full of the grand times she'd have
with that tin dipper. The pc e-dler opened
the box and took from thencea ye,y bright
dipper, and then with the point of his knife
he engraved his name-Eugene Fullcr-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, inspec
ting her gift with sparkling eyes. :,
| Miss Eva! pretty name-well, accept
this tin dipper as a love gage from Eugene
Fuller, VI no when he gets older, is coming
back to make you his little wife Good bye.
| wifey T and the laughing boy sprang upon his
seat and drove off.
sHis little wife unused Eva on her way
back to the house. Il wonder what mother
will say Z? I wonder if she will begin to make
pillow cases and sheets just as Aunt Ethel did
before Cousin Carrie Pearl was married? [
must tell her about it, And Eva dashed in
to the kitchen full of the important news
Mother, mother the peddlerman says he is
going to marry me one of these days-ain't t
it funny? Only think, then / can have as
many tin dippers as 1 like p
9As many fddlesticks. Go help Jane she'll
the beans for dinner. L do wish there hadn't
been a peddler created they're pest 2 Mrs.
Phillips rocked violently back and forth in
her cushioned chair, and made an extra knot
IN the refractory yarn.
Time passed on, and Eva kept the tin dip
i per among her most cherished plavthings-
she did not use it often to hold berries or to
dip spring water, for fear its lustre would be
/ spoiled, and the name of the donor effaced.-
Mrs hillips despised the dipper because she
despised peddiers, and she would have destroyed
the amulet had not her mothers love for
Eva pleaded against it,
So when Eva had reached her tenth year,
la bright, blooming little lassie, full of gale
ty and happiness-the dipper was still in ex-
istance, bearing brayely its age, and its oft-re.
peated struggles for favor with Mrs. Phillips
Eva, though quite young lady, was as
fond of it as ever, she kept it on her pretty
dressing bureau, that it might meet her eyes
the first thing In the morning. One would
have thought that the little maiden was com.
pletely infatuated with what, five years ago
Eugene Fuller, the peddler, had styled a
love-gage,' and perhaps she was-w cannot
i say. Certain it is that there is no accounting
for the iancies Of female head; no philoso-
pher has ever discovered test by which to
aDalyze the mysterious composition, and more
over, never will
One evening Mrs. Phillips was coming into
the kitchen in something of hurry, and il
being dusky in the room, she hit her foot
against some obstacle, and in consequnce LOST
| her balance and fell down into large pan OF
butfernilk, which Jane the carless housemaid
| had left, on the floor There was quite a
splashing, and Mrs. Phillips, though unhurt,