Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1867-01-02
What Happened at Our House.
BY PETER spoRUM, ESQ.


What Happened at Our House.
BY PETER spoRUM, ESQ.
After we were married, we'll say about o
year, wun morniu thar wus terrible commo,
shun in opf'house-old wiDmin runnin in and
out, and finally the Doctor he cum was in
great fury myself, waitn to hear, l hardly
noed what to do, but arter awhile, an ole gran.
ny cf woman. as had been very bissy about
thar poked her he'd into the room whar / was
walking about, and ses
Ses she: - Mr.. Sporum, hits a gal.'
WHAT" ses 1.
"a GAL" ses she, an with that she pops her
he'd back again.
Well thinks l. I'm the daddy w gal, and
begin to feel my keeping nicely-Id ruthcr it
wus boy tho thinks !, for he'd feel nearer
to me, as how he would bare my name and
there would be less chance for .Sporums to
run out, but considering everything gal
will do mity we'll. Just then the old nuss
pokcs her he'd out an ses
Scs she Another wun, Mr.. Sporum, q
fine boys Anuthcr. ses 1, :hat's rather
crowdin things on to fellow.
She latfrd and poked her he'd back. Well,
thinks |, this is no joke sure; at this lick I'll
have family cnuff to do me in few years
but the Lords will not mine, be dun.
i-->Jis then. the ole she deyl, q. always will
hate her. pokcs her he'd in an ses
"Ses she, Anuther gal, Mr.. Spornm."
' 'Auuher what, ses !.
"Anutler gal,r ses she.
"Wcl!," So, |. 90 rite stratc and tell Sal
wont stand it--dan'r want 'em-and ain'I
coin To hay 'em dus she think I'm Turk
Or !. MJrmon? or Brigham Young ? thG: she'd
eu cr 10 har thribbs ? three at pop? duS
she thinl: am wuih hundred thousand
Ma. mn Jplln Jacob Asiercr Mr.. R2Schilc :,
tha! can afford to haY thrihbs, ami clothe
AID feed three children 1T 4 time? ain't
a.oln to stand it no Eow, didn't want 'em
/ don't wait 'eln, and | amt gon 10 want
EN- now nor 10 other time. Iiaint bin a
gopd ,!utifal husband to Sa! 1? HaiDt | KEEP
in doors NV ni;e, all quit chay in terbacker
Al sincka sigars jst 10 please her ? haint
attended divine worship regular? haint
bought her all Inc bonnc;s ard irocks she
wanted 2-an then fer her tc hav thrihbs
WORT live with her, Sic nocd better and hadn't
ar.er dun it. She dan it with her ise open
~ mus iake tie consequences. ! didn't lhln;
Sal would s,.rse nic .oh u Trick no how
Have ever stole horse? hav ever done
any mean trick, that size should serve ne il
this way? t.n with that ! laid down OIL The
scl,ca. AMI icIt orml bad, and the more thot
abcut it, the wass felt.
Presently Sails mammy, CID Miss Jones
cum in ;.n ses
SIS she, I" Better cnm in and see what pret
ty chilan you've got"
'Chiilun, scs |, you'd hctter say a whole
l;ticr. Now Mis-, Jones, luv Sal you no
and nave tried +, make Z good husband, but
call tLi> a scaIs trick, and if thar is any aw
in this country, Fun goin to see il omen car
have thribbs, an make man take k, CIR Us
en- aint agoin TO begin to 10 it dc" ].
With that she l.liiod II; to kill b. rself: al
sci anY uthcr woni bo proud to be in my
shoes. / told her Id sell out nifty cheap i
anybody wanted 10 take my place. Well
tie upshot uy it all was, that she persuaded
me was al roug. and got me to 90 in the
room whar they all was.
When got in Sal looked so lovin at me
an reached out her little hands SO much like
puoE ueeE ueipieo9 CHllu lual Iol lSot Sfe'
thing but mr. luz Tor Der, and folded her ur
gently to my heart like preshus treasure
and l didn't keer if she had forty Nv 'em
Jis then numb one set up whino like 6
young pup, and all the balance followed
Them thribbs knew their daddy.
,The following, from Moore" is applicable ,c
our situation.
/" Forget not the field where they perisLcd
The trucst, tho last Of the brave,
All gone and the bright hope VIC cherished,
Gone with them, and quenchcd in their grave
Oh could We from death but recover
Those hearts MS they bounded before,
! In The face of high Heaven to fight over,
That combat for freedom once more.
Could the chain f'r an instant bo riven,
Which tyranny flung around us then,
No It's not in Man nor in Heaven
TO let tyranny bind it asau.
But It's past, and the blazoned in story,
Tho name of our victor may be,
Accurst is the march Of that glory,
Which trcads DER tho hearts of the free.
Far dcarcr the grave or tic prison,
lhumipcG by one Patriot name,
Than tho trophies of all who have risen
On Liberty's ruins to fame"
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