The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1865-05-17
I responded Indignantly, that my hair

/ Auburn where's that? Oh, it's the
town where Aunt Polly Fisher lives. |
don't know nothing about it. Never was
I there but your hair is decidedly red
Looks a good deal like Paul Smith $
Peggy's, only hern's straight as candle.
I.spese your'n is, if you didn't curl it
onto hot iron. And my life, if your
dress amt the very counter stitch of Mrs
lStebbins The same ground work ex-
actly. She wove hers herself Made it
out of black and white sleeps wool
This speech about my beautiful Irish
lpoplin, that cost two dollars yard in
Bosten.
] What kind of thing is that ere you We
round your waist7
! I replied that it was Brobdignag cir
die.
A nag girdle3 Wall, 1 should say it
was rightly named, for it is precisely like
a hoss collar And that great hustle is
just such thing as your Uncle Eben has
got to the cart harness. Wall, of all the
fashions. Pare them apples little thin.
ner, you're wasting 'em dreadfully. It's
a sin to be wastetul, Cory. Cory what
a name that is. Proud Cory's troop was
swallowed up. Named for him recken
! disdainfully denied the assertion.
Oh, wall, you neen't flare. l declare,
now. when you were mad, if you warn t
The Express image of Nelly Biggins, the
crazy basket maker.
The controversy, or the monologue, for
Aunt Betsy had it her own way, was
pretty much of the same style all that
y l&l. lklo
was worked like hired girl Aunt
Betsy did not believe in sitting still
Folkscould rest enough O. nights she
said. But found it difficult matter to
rest at all, nights. My aunt was not dis
posed to make company of me, and she
put me to sleep with her two eldest girls
and the baby. And all three of them
kicked so continuously that / might as
we'll have slept in the chopper of a
grist mill.
The third evening of my stay was
surprised by cali from Clarsnce Fitz-
jasmine, friend of mine from the city.
A very particular friend considered
him. Not that he had actually proposed,
but he had said some very softly inter-
esting things to me during sundry moon
light walks and rides, and | fancied my
self in love with his dastingue air and
blonde moustache.
Aunt Betsy ushered him in, and. of
course, was obliged to present him.
She shook hands with him, and seated
herself on the lounge close beaide him.
He drew off with aristocratic hauteur,
and began speaking to me of the exquis-
ite loneliness of the evening.
Look here youngster, said Aunt
Betsy,I want to ask yer civil question.
Be you any relative of Jim Scriggin?
Mr.. Fitzjssmine rsisad his high bred
eyobrows and looked at her, Any ordi-
nary woman would have withered before
that gaze.
] have not the honor, he replied, in a
tone of frigid dignity.
Oh, there's no harm in it, no how, for
Jim has robbed my hen roost of three of
the best pullets l had! And you cant
raise water millin in the neighborhood
for himi But / could have eanamost
took the Bible oath that you was his un-
Gle or father Your noses are as. like as
two peas; and you've got his very eyes
Sleeps eyes they alters called him.
And your hair is the same carroty color
And that thing on your upper lip looks
jest as spindling as his does. Carrotty
too.
1 Madam, I admire your discrimination
returned Fitzjasmine with lofty contempt
Your organ of color must be largely de
lveloped.
4 Oh; dunno. I'm quite hand a
coloring, if | happen to have good luck
| can get jest such shade of yeller will
smart weed as your hair. Sweet appl,
tree, bark will lcome pretty nigh il. Reck
lon you color your whiskers; they're 81
much darker, aud I've heern say tha
they've got. hair dye stuffs that'll colo
any shade from a jet black down to
lelear white.
Fitziasmine, remarked to me that tn
, new fnown hay smelled delightfully."-.
4 Yes, 80 it does, said Aunt Betsy, o
-Iwould, if it hadn't been moved SO long
lWhy. man alive our folks was done hay
ting three weeks ago But, if j ma
! make so bold, I'd like to know what it
> that smells so about. you, sir?
, Fitz colored scarlet.
II / did not come here to be insulted.
Law me no offence. / meant wei
!, didn't know but what you'd got foul {
:, nlusk-rat, and didn't know that he
scented ye. It's powerful though. L
: lest open the window mite, and burn.
L Feather. j guess that'll fix it.
g Fitzjasmine arose.
s Miss Cora. he said loftily, allow me I
bid you good night.
went up stairs and cried. and Aur
It Betsy aired the sitting room until aftt
midnight. (And might as we'll sa
e that after that. Fitzjasmine cut :" n
perfectly I had such vulgar conne'
I'd tions he could not tolerate them. |
: said.) The ensuing day, fue old lad
! Ecame visiting my aunt, she was intrt
= dnoed as Mrs. Selford. .
e There, Mrs sSelferd, said Amt Bets
d this is mysniece. and I've been thiukin
lt@ever since she arrived how much she r
Is lsembled yeur son Edwards first wife.
d say FIRST. wife, because I pose he'll