North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1865-08-30
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EUGENE FULLER:
FATE IN Il TIN DIPPER.

boards-all kinds of glass ware, cheap for old
rags, ircn, money, or credit ? Want to- pur-
chase? Should like to trade with you"
THIS was the sautation Of a tall, handsome
youth, as he opened Mrs. Philips kitchen
door, one fine morning in August, and ad-
dressed the lady of the house at her seat by
the window. Now Mrs. Phillips was little
nettled with the disnbligng conduct of
skeIn OF yarn which she was winding, and
she answered tho fellows string of inquiries
rather tartly for her {: ...
| mol don't want any of your trash !"
Mrs. Phillips eyes snapped porten tiously,
and her eyebrows drew into closer relation
ship, s if determined that no pedler should
be suffered to annoy their amiabIe owner.
please Mr.. Peddlerman, want a tin Dip
per - called childish voice from the dark
porch the first and last born of her parents,
came bounding INTO the room. Eva was a
beautiful child and the young peddler gazed
at her with undisgUised admiration.
"And pray, for what does my curly head
ed girl want a tin dpper ?" he asked, with
an amused expression on lis face.
'Oh, to dip up water from the brook-to
get berries down on Blackberry hills, and, :"
he added with charming naivete, "to see my
| face in"
| The peddler laughed.
| 'Female vanity alike the world over % he
nuttered to h'msef then "Well, my dear
girl, you shall have the dipper. The best TIN
IN the world might be proud of mirroring
such face come out TO the cart and get it !"
Eva ran merrily down to the brown gate.
where the peddler's good natured horse was
,'atiently awaiting Inc masters coming, her
happy head full Of the grand times she would
nave With that tin dlpper. The peddler
| opened the buX and TOOK irum thence a very
fright dipper, and then with the point of
| rs knife, he engraved his name Eugene
FuiIer-upun the outside and gave it into
lie ctiid's hand.
There my little Mss, what is your aame?"
Eva Pearl Phillips" said the girl inspect
- her gifr with sparkling eyes. 49,.
MIS- Eva Ia very pretty name. Well
rcepr this dipprr as a lnve gage from Eu-
ne Fuller who, when you get older, is
7omrDg back to make you his little wifi,
rood bye, wifey ~ and the laughing boy
| sprang upon bis seat and drove off. ..
HIS httIe wife !" mused Eva, on her way
Jack to the house Il wonder what mother
vail say | wonder If she will begin to
make pillow cases and sheets, jnst as Aunt
Ethel did before Cousin Carrie Pear was
married must tell her about it, ... .
Eva dashed into the kitchen full of the
, important news. r.
"Murher ! mother! the pedIerman says
he is going to marry me one ofthese days !
Amt it funny! Only think, then can have
as many tin dlppers as like" .........
GAS many fidde-stcks Go, help Jane
shell the beans for dinner. do wish there
hadn't been peder created-they are
pest )"
Mrs. Phillips rocked violently forth in her
hencush'oned chair, and made an extra knot
in the refractory yarn. .... .... ....-..
! Time passed on-and Eva kept the tin
dipPer among her most cherished pIaythings
she did not use il often to. hold berries or
10 dip spring wafer, for fear its lustre would
| be spoiled, and the name of the donor ef-
faced. Mrs. Phillips despised the dipper,
because she despised peddIers, and she wo'd
have destroyed the amulet" had not her
mothers love pleaded against it. ......-..
So when Eva had reached her tenth year.
a bright, blooming little lassie, full of gaity
and happiness tie dipper was still in exist,
ence, bearing bravely its age, and Its oft le-
peated struggles for favor with Mrs, Phillips.
Eva was as fond of it as. ever-she kept i
on the pretty dressing bureau, that, il. might
meet her eyes the first thing in the morning.
One wopld have thought that the little maid.
en- was completely infatuated with what
Eugene Fuller five years ago had styled
Glove gage" and perhaps she was There
is no accounting for the fancies of a female
bead-no philosopher has ever discovered
test by which to analyze the mysterious
composition. r.r.s ID.
One evening Mrs. Phillips was coming into
the kitchen in something of hurry and il
being dusky in the room, she hir her fnot
against some obstacle, aud in consequence
lost her balance and fell down into a large
pan Of but'ermilk, which Jane, the careless
housemaid had left on the floor. There was
quite a-splashing and spluttering, and -Mrs.
Phillips, though unhurt, was decidedly put
ont-not out of buttermilk, hut out of temper.
Her favorite poodle dog was frightened an
mnch at her fall that he flew upon the cats
back for refuge, and the latter animal made
her escape through the chimney, leaving poor
Roche to drop down at his leisure. aE
From the rnins, rhen,x-likr, Mrs. Phil.
lips arose-and on James bringing light