Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1867-12-28

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when you lived in the second floor of our
house? +? In those days we rather thought
we. had the better of you"
Wasn't that sumner? and what is
more, it turned out that Peter was not
so innocent after all / hear. that he tells
the story everywhere, how aehen be found
Mrs. Smith toas going to put on airs, he
brought down her colors before her grand
friends Not blush of anger, not a ges-
ture pas on him; so that | tell my 7tife
that it might have been better if she had
received him kindly; but she insists that
l aoas entirely to blame, and that the
'chole affair is another illustration of hoac
an entire family may be dragged dozen
from gentility by one person of vulgar
tendencies.
In my secret heart had rejoiced, for l
supposed that people acould no,0 have so
much to say, that out of sheer despera-
ton ace might noao do rs qce pleased
consideration aehich l found very pleas
ing, rs L began to be embarrassed by my
expenses. | discovered, hoacever, that
instead, ace acre to double our expenses
by aoay of setting ourselves right This
Fieao acas so exasperating, that, although
the most patient of men, | acas filled acith
aorath against this shadocy prosecutor,
who acas hunting and dogging me to
ruin. determined that if he had name
lrould find it out, and if he had achere-
abouts | could go and demonstrate acith
him.
Full of this determination acent home
to my tcife.
"My DEAR" said I, "you are continually
asking me what will people say, and be-
cause | did net know have bought a
new house, furnished it expensively, ell
tered a new church, cut all my old ac-
quaintances, and now | find | have run
myself seriously in debt. If had been
required to do all this; by any form of
government, l should have denounced it
as tyranny, and fought against it to
death"
Dear me; what nonsense you do talk =
cried my wife.
"Nonsense or not" said /, 'T am de-
termined to know what it is that is bad
gering me out of all comfort. When you
say what will people say who do You
mean, Mrs. Smith p"
LA me !'' answered my WIFE "No
one in particular Mrs. Grundy you
know"
"You mean, then, that bought this
house for fear of no one in particular"
"Why no. How queer you are /
mean folks, people who know us. There
were the Judsons, and the Piersalls you
know"
"Oh, the Judsons and the Piersalls l''
At the first opportunity 1 hailed old
Jacob Judson
'sSee here, Judson," said I. Suppose
we had stayed in our old house, what
would you have thought about it ?"
"Why, l wish to heaven you had,' an
swercd Judson "for as long as you staid
| said to Mrs. Judson, the Smiths stay
where they are. If they can stand it we
can, but just as soon as you were gone,
there was my big gun muzzlsd, and my
wife gave me no peace till we moved too.
"Humph % said !, and then went of
to find Ogden Piersall.
Ogden" said ], "what is your real
opinion abont joining the church where
you attend ?"
"My real opinion % Mr. Piersall look
ed puzzled. "Why, don't know that |
ever thought about it. never heard
anybody say anything about it. 1t IS a
matter OF taste and preference, of course
Mrs. Grundy was not in the Judsons
and Piersalls, then In the course of a
week l examined the majority Of my ac-
quaintances, and found that as rule,
they had been so busy about their own
affairs that they had not thought of mine;
or else their wives and daughters had
been preaching mine up to them.
L went home and reported to Mrs.
Smith.
''Deara mer' screamed Mrs. Smith
"Yo GU don't go around and talk that way,
do you? Oh wish you were like any
one else. What will people say ~
"lIrs Smith," said l, "give no more
money to the missions sent out to con-
vert the poor, ignorant savages from the
folly Of worshipping blocks and stones
that have no lie i'll them, till the bone
missions have first converted those silly
american women, aeho, binder than the
savages, ,eorship things that have not so
mach claim to acorship as block, since
they do net exist at all"