Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1864-02-25
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Hong time getting another place, clerk
ships were SO difficult to obtain, and
fthey must not think Of running in debt.
It was such a pity. We were all SO
comfortable and happy there, in that
cozy little parlor, with its sunny bow
window full Of flowers, and its bright
Lehigh fire, and cozy cushioned chairs ;
that cozy parlor, where the little round
able, with its snowy cloth, had been so
often spread, and the fragrant coffee,
and delicate tea biscuit, and racy news
papers, had been so often discussed /;
where John in his slippers and dressing
gown, with his dark hair brushed off his
broad forehead, read to US, page after
page Of some favorite author, while the
wind was welcome to whistle itself dumb
outside the threshold and old Winter to
pile up the snow at the door till he got
| tired Of it.
It was hard /!
John walked up and down the floor,
with his hands crossed behind, and Mrs.
Harris went round the room hunting
forE Cher spectaeles, when they were COM
fortably reposing ON the bridge Of her
fine Roman nose.
a A knock at the door!
A note for John!
enclosed find $500, to pay for Mr..
John Harris house rent fors the coming
year. ~ A FRIEND
John rubbed his eyes, and looked at
his mother his mother looked at me,
and looked at both Of them and then
we laughed and cried till we nearly had
Mysteries. Ee L
But who was the "Friend p That
was the question We were all born
Yankees, and did our best at guessing,
but it did mt help us. Well, at any rate,
it was very nice all round. [ had mt to
berouted Nonor John, nor his dear old
mother And pussy purred round us as
if she had as much reason to be glad as
any one of US and the canary trilled so
sharp a.strain thatwe were. obliged to
muffle his cage and his enthusiasm, with
Johns red silk pocket handkerchief.
Mrs Harris andaI had not got our
feminine tongues still, the next day,
when John came back in the middle of
the forenoon, with another riddle to
drive our womanly curiosity still more
distracted. He was requested to call
immediatel $50 note he had received
-at-&Co's. and accept. the head
clerkship, at salary ofs1,4 a year !,
being highly recommended by person,
whose name his new employer declined
giving. @ aaae[ 9mi' 1aoda as =.
IT, That wasa greater mystery. John
and his mother had rich relations to be
sure but, though they had always been
interested in all their plans for making
living, they had never been known to
give them anything except advice or
to call on them by daylight, and it wasn't
at all likely that ''the leopard would
change his spot" at that late day. No,
it could not be Johns rich relatives who
were always in such panic lest the up
pertendom should discover that their
cousins, the Harrises, lived in an un-
fashionable part of the city, dined at
one o'clock, and noticed trades people
and mechanics. lre aa..
We were all too sensible to believe
in FAIRIES, and who the mischief was
emptying the 'horn Of plenty" in that
way at our feet.
When we awoke the next morning,
we found in the back yard a barrel Of
apples, barrel Of flower, keg of but
! ter, and bag of buckwheat flower, la
bled ''Mr. John Harris, street"
John declared, after pinching him
self to see if he really was John, that he
fastned the gate inside, the very last
thing before he put his nightcap on
Mrs. Harris said somebody must have
climbed over and unfastened it and
jumped right up and down, for bright
thought had just struck me, and | was
determined to hold on to it, for I didn t
have bright thought every day.
"What now, said John, as [ capered
round the room.
"Oh, nothing" said I, "only it takes
a woman, after all, to find out secret
and keep it, too | added, swapping
my fingers at him.
That day thought it would do me
good to ride about in an omnibus. Itried
several. 1t did not make much differ
ance whether they went up street or
down, or where they finally stopped. l
was looking more at the passengers.
BY and by I saw the person wanted.
Said [, in a whisper. sitting down be-
side him, MISUNDERSTANDING
-four -butter-buckwh -all-for Civ
ing you a seat in an omnibus z
! Didn't | know that the fairy was the
nice old man with the silver locks !?
Didn' he bribe me to hold my tongue,
by telling me that he might get peep
at John and his mother? Didn't he