The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1864-02-11
Joe MayWeed,s Courtship.


dicrous anecdote of1a certain abewitched
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IA bout half past seVe n o'elocizou Sunday
II night a. huns an leg, encyclopedias blue clothes
! lmightslaVe BEEN seensentering old, Gheph as
Bssbary,s kitchen 5wipdow.si The leg was
followed by the entire body of Yankee, at
tired in his Sunday go to- meeting cloth es.
It was in short, Joe Msyweed, who thus
ourglsriousIy won his way in the old dea-
cons kitchen oa' t-2.' nsS1ss.,- 'i.s' E'-s
Wonder how rnuch7the old deacon made
by ord erihg m not to darken lis door aein
solilcquizsd fhs7y Dung gentieman.s Pro-
missed him 1 wouldn't, but didn't say any
thing, about windows, Windows are as
good as doors if there ain'tno nails to- tare
trousers onto. fWonderif Sally will come
down. The critter promised me. I'm
afraid to move about here, Iymight break
my shins over somthin oranother and awake
the old folks. Cold enough to freeze a
Polish bear here. o, here comes Sally.
The beauteous m aid descended with a
smile. taltow candle and box of lucifer
matches. -...-- ...s.-... ,,-r ..,-. -.--- .--1
Alter receiving rapturous greeting, she
made rousing fire in the cooking stove,
aud the happy. young people sat down to
enjoy the sweet interchange OF hopes and
VOWS. 1 '---il q - g
But the course of true love ran not bit
smoother in Barbary's Kitchen than else-
where, and Joe was just making up his
mind to treat himself to a kiss, when he was
startled by the voice of the deacon, her
father, shouting from the door of his cham
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Sail! what are you getting up in the mid
die of the night for? 81 ....,7 -. 1ss5s. .,a
Tell him it's morning, whispered Joe
Mayweed.
I can't tell him ib, said Sally.
I'll make it truth, then, said Joe. And
running to the huge old fashioned clock that
stood in the corner, he put the hands at i've
Look at the clock and tell me whot time
it is, cried the old gentleman.
It's i've by the clock, said Sally. aud cor
70 Grating her words the clock struck five.
The lovers sat down again and resum ed
their conversation. Suddenly the stairs be
gan to creak. -
Good gracious! it's father ., ~ al
The deacon, by thunder! exclaimed Joe.
Hide me. Sally.
Where can hide you? exclaimed the
distracted gill .'.ii--
o, know. said he, I'll squeeze into the
clock case. .-..-.,,
And without a word he con cealed him
self in the case and closed the door.
self by the stove, pulled out is pipe, light
ed it, and began deliberately to smoke.
Five O'Clock, he? said he. Well. I shall
have time to smoke three or four pipes. and
then III go and feed the critters.
Hadn't you better go and feed the critters
first? suggested Sally.
No, smokin' clears my head and wakes
me mp, replied the deacon, who seem ed not
a whit disposed to hurry up the enjoyment
of his pipe. = a
Bur-r-r-r whiz! ding! dingl ding! went
the clock.
Tormented lighting, cried the deacon,
starting up. and dropping his pipe on the
stove, what'n earth's thatl
It's only the clock striking five, replied
Sally, tremulously.
Power of creation! cried the deacon
Strikin FIVE! It's struck more than hun
Cred already.
Deacon Barbary, cried the deacon's wife,
who had hastily robed herself, and now
came plunging down stairs in the widest
state Of alarm, what IN the universe IS the !
matter with the clock!
Goodness only knows, replied the old
man, It's hundred years in the family, aud
never knew it to carry on so afore.
Whiz! dingi went the clock agIiu.
Ipll burst Itself cried tie old lady, she'd !
ding food OF tears, and there won't be
nothing left of it. .. --... -t-- s-
It's bewitched! cried the deacon. who,
leaven Of old New England SUI
perstition in his nature. Anyhow, said he
after a pause, advancing resolutely toward
the clock, I'll see what's going on in it.
Oh, don't cried his daughter sezing one
Of his coat tails, while his wife caught the
other. -- .---~r-g-. .---.---.
Don't, cried both women together.
Let go my raimeut, shouted the deacon.
am not afraid of the powers of darkness.
But the women wouldn't lei GO; so the
deacon slippei out of bis coat, and whils
rom the sudden cessation Of resistance they |
ELL heavily upon the floor, he pitched for
ward and seized the knob of the clock.
But 20 human power could opeR it, for
oe was holding it from the inside with
cath grip.
The old deacon began to be dreadful
He gave one more tug, when |
An unearIhly yell as of a fieHd in distress,
ourst from the inside, the clock pitched |
lesdforemos: at the deacon, and wrecked |
Is fine proportions. The current of air ex-
iDguished the candle-the deacon, the old |
ady, and Sally few up stairs, and Joe May
weed, extricating himself from the clock,
Effected his escape in the same way in /
v hich he bad entered. --- f--r--r -
, Tbenext day all Appleton was alive with
he story Of how old Deacon Barbary'si
clock bad been bewitched, and although I
many believed his version, yet some, and
specially Joe haywood, affected to dis
redit the affair, and limited that the dea-
on had been trying the experiment oftast-
ns frozen cider, and That the vagaries of
be clock case existed only in distem per-
d i'm agination.
However, the inrerdics being taken off,
Toe was allowed to resume his counting,
md won the assent Of the old people toll
lis union with Sally by repairing the old
iock till It went as well as ever.