Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1867-10-31
GEO, B. GOODLANDER, Proprietor.


collar, and slick up my hair, and Sc,
mp cap straight on my head, which
did. .Il a N U-- r'
Then the arty went into a leetle
closit, and whom he came out, sez he
"Now, madam, | will give you a
pursition." f hr
! was jist goin' TO tell him that |
didn't decept presents from young
men, bein suspectable married wo
man, but Miss Jennings pulled me
along behind a pertition made of
cloth, aud the arty fixed cheer for
me TO sit upon; there was n very
queer lookin' thing standin' behind ;
! didn't know what il was for Til he
put 10 up agin my neck, as he said, to
Keep me from mouinl. a al laI
lt'Movin'ly enz /, show can .lsnituif
] mustn't move " l rs4 1.
Tho arty laughed, and said / could
hold my knittin' if ! wanted too, so /
tixod il just as t. | was knittin' in
airnest, the yarn over my finger the
needles all right, and then the artv
went and peeltcd at me through a
thing that looked nifty like Squer
Milf s telescope that he fetched from
New York las, winter for the macad-
omy in town TO study stronomy with.
"Do you take portygrafls with
tellyscopeg" SEE |.
i"This is cameron" sez he. keep
your mouth shut, Mrs. Sharp =
That riled me leotle sich an up
starry like him tell dispectabIe wo.
man to shut her mouth but didn't
say nothin' thiukin' everything | sed
might take, and wouldn't look nice on
the pasteboard.
Now keep as still as possible"
SEE he, pullin' thing out of the top
of the cameron and putin kind of
block in "look rite at this corner
wink if yer wanter, but don't turn
yer eyes,
] think ! never felt 80 foolish-like
in oil my born days the idee that
couldn't move made me want 60 aw-
fully, and as | dassent breathe for
fear I'D move, felt pretty well smoth-
created when the arty put q kiver
on TO the cameron and sed i
"That'lL do madam.
81 hope itll look like me, p sez I, to
Miss Jennings, +" and thatit will show
the blue bow nice--its a master nice
bow, Miss SEVERN made it for me
out ofmy last summers bunnit trim
strings ! TUX fur my hood
last winter. they were siled, so [
washed and culled 'em with cut.bor
we have all to be comical these hard
times.
| was jest gcttin pattcrotic when
-he arty sed, "Here marm," and /
went to look at the portygraf
la" ful Mvsos that fcilor had la
ven y on glass when | had told hiip,
)erllckcflhr A wsnevu ~ on paste /
1oard-then, sich lookin' critter as |
hat was never seed aforc in all my
born days; my hap which hasn't a
larf II dozen gray ones in it, looked
est as white as paper, and my cap,
which car starched myself, looked
rs if the blackin' brush had been
rubbed over it; | never was over
white complected, but III venture to
say ] was represented thar as black
rs a counterband; my collier looked
rs black as tar, and that blue bow
was like an old faded rag. / looked
at Jake's sock, and that looked a sort
Of grindy euler, and if thar's any
thing do dcspise it's a grindy sock
and my hands looked as if I'd got
black gloves on. SEE to the arty:
"Did you mean this for my pictery
Sez hc, dts yer neggertive."
"Niggertive p disclaimed |, "you
low, mean, dirty SC ally.
wag-my nlggertiye 7 Mebbe you
think because my ole man goes
in for the pockelmation, and Jake's
stumpin the Rentry for the 'publicans,
that YOU can throw nigger at me, you
owdacious copperhead my niggcrtive
Ill take your niggertive ! IN take
your niggertiye y and | jest pitched
nt the villain.
He was leotlo fellor, and I'm Of
suspcciable size; so ] smutted his face
good, from the stove kicked his cam
eron out of the window, smashed up
his bottle what made so bad a smell,
and left the premmysis. My niger
tive, indeed
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