Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-03-22


(and you can see yourself that there amt
q particle Of conceit in my nature), if,
say, II they don't hate in return
An Incident I'm the Cars.
IL was late. The lamps of the car
burned dimly. In one seat were happy
couple rejoicing 10 carpet-bag, two
oand-boxes q basket. a brown paper par
eel, and a 'sleeping cherub.' Suddenly
the eherub-a girl Of some five years. ex.
peFience 10 this strange world-awoke
from one OF those long undisturbed slum-
bsfs that are among the perogatives of
childhood and climbed up so as to stand
and look over the back of the seat. Two
care-worn, t-avel>weary and halfsaweke
men sat directly 10 front Of the little crea-
tnre They looked as if they had been on
board Of railroad cars for q month, and had
jpuFneyed from the regions about sunset
The great, curious eyes Of the child fell
nPons them. She scanned carefully the
face Of each. add one would hare deemed
her TO have been 90 iDfantile physiognos
most. Presently one Of them looked at
her. 1t was evideot that che rather liked
him; for instantly her little voice was
DO you love little girls?'
The man looked at her q moment rather
gruhy, and then replied:
Mo- DON'T
A shade of disappoin tment and surprise
was instantly daguereotyped upon the
countenance Of the child, but passed away
when che replied:
Yes, you do
The man reused himself, and took
another look. He was evidently both puz-
zled and interested, and he said:
How do you know?
''Cause you look as if you did, she
said.
This thawed him out q little, and be
said:
i have little girl at home
The little questioner now evidently felt
that she was ON the right track and af-
ter look that showed that this intelIi
gence presented new and unexpected
view Of the affair, renewed the converse
ton earnestly, aud the following colloquy
epsued:
DO you love your little girlr
Yes
is che real good little girlr
Sometimes she is
Does she go down into the kitchen when
she ought not tor
Yes, sometimes
DO you whip your little girl when she
is naughtyF
Sometimes
Does she cry when you talk to her and
tell her she is nanghtyf'
Yes
Then do you whip hsri'
Sometimes,
When she says she is sorry, do you whip
her them
No, never
The little creatures eyes danced and
sparkled at this, and drawing conclusions
no doubE from her own experience, she ex-
claimed
Pm real glad
Then looking at the other man who had
refused to answer the question she had put
to him. she said to Der newIy.msde friend,
with a look of wonder:
That map won't speak to me Dues he
love little girls p
The man had a heart somewhere, and
he thswed out. Rousing himself, be ex-
tended his brawny band, and said
How do you do, sissyP'
And the little creature, hardly at ease,
piled:
I'm pretty we'll how are your
By this time all within bearing of the
cOlloquy we're moved to tears the eyes of
the parents of the little p-attler we're full
to OVERLOOKING, and those who were near
est beard one of the men she had question.
ed say to the other.
She's little witch
And 30 she was, Her blooming beauty
and her infantile artlessness were power
full enough to break through the rough.
ness, the weariness, and reserve, and the
indifference Of the travel worn men of the
world, and to melt them to tears.
Old Gordon and HIS Ladies'.
John Gordon, who died very few years
ago. near Turriff Banffshire, was reputed
to have attained the remarkable age of one
hundred and thirty two years Most trav-
ellers in that part called at his cottage, and
among the visitors one day about the close
of harvest, was q young Englishmau, who,
coming up to the door of the cottage. thus
accosted veDerable-loOking man employ
ed in knitting hose:
SO, my old friend, can you see to knit
at your advanced period of lifef One
hundred and thirty-two 10, truly, q rare
ageY
Plague take the man it'll be my grand.
father ye're seeking. I'm only seventy.
three. YEN fed bim~round the corner of
Che hous', young SIR
% turning round the corner, the stranp.
er encountered dsbilitated old man, whose
whitened locks bore testimony to his hav-
ing long passed the meridian of life, and
whom the stranger at once concluded 20 be
John Gordon himself
You seem wonderfully Trash, nv good
sir, for so old man / doubt not YOU
have experienced many vicissitudes in the
course of your long life p
Whats your Wuil. siri p inquired the
person addressed, whose sense of bearing
was somewhat impaired
The observation was repeated.
'0b yell be wanting my father, reck-
on he's j. the Yard there
The stranger now entered the garden,
where he at last found the venerable old
man busily employed 10 digging potatoes
and humming "The Battle Of Har-
land"
i have had some difficulty in fuding
you. friend, 40 ( successfully encountered
your grandson and son, both Of whom I
mistook for you; indeed they seem as old
as yourself. Your labor is rather hard for
one at your advanced age
1t is,' replied John; but I'm Thankful
that Pm able fort, as the Ldddies, pur
things, are no very stout now
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