The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1868-02-14

church was gong to fall on you it ag
gravales the life out If me And Tues
day, when was ass enough 10 get on
skates myself, and kick d the Irish giants
eye out the first dash, aud lit on my head
ard cracked the ice SO that it looked like
the sun with all its rays had dropped
where | struck, ard they fined me ninety
two dollars for running the mans pond
! was terrified With the conviction that
had gone through to the inside of the
world, because | saw parable of latitude
glimmerng all round me, and what was
it but you, in your awkwardness, fetching
up over me with your filters on You've
got to discard those things. l can't stand
the pew rent aud / won't.' .
"Mr. Twain, am sure"
"Hold your clatter. tell you you shau't
bring odium upon the family by your
disgraceful attempts to skate, sprawliug
around with your Zig feet, like cow
blowing her way down bill III slippery
weather. May be you wouldn't be so
handy about displaying those feet of yours
if you knew what occurred when | took
your shoes down to get mcnded"
"Wnat was it Tell me what it was-
tell me what is was this minute. l Just
know it's one of your lies"
"Oh, don't mind; it amt of any conse-
puence-go to sleep"
but it is of consequence. You've got
to tell me; you shaa't aggravate me in this
way +; l won't go to sleep until you tell me
what it was"
ooh, it wasn't anything"
"Mr. Twain, [ know better. You're
just doing this to drive me TO distraction.
What did that shoemaker say about my
shoe? What did he do? Quick y
"Well, if you must know, he-he-he
h 'wever, it's of no consequence"
"Mr. Twain"
"Well, he--be took it, and gazed upon
it long time in silence, aud put his
handkerchief to his eyes and burst into
tears
"Wby, you born fool Twain, are you
going stark staring crazy 2"
Gle just stood there and wept as if his
heart would break, poor devil There,
now, let's 60 to sleep ?"
"Sleep, you lunatic I'll never close my
eyes till know what that idiot was cry
ing about-and you won't, either, can
tell you that. Come p
oh, it don't matter"
"Mr Twain, if you say that again,
say Iii make you sorry for it; what was
that numSkull crying about?"
"Well, he--he-"
awe IL, he, Out with it? Do you
want me-to-to, Twain? I'll snatch
them pet fringes off till the side of your
head 1t bald as the top of it !"
"Well, he-poor feIlow-he said he
dotted on her. sac had nursed him, you
know. because his mother was feeble, and
su-Well, he came to this country fifteen
years ago, and first he set up in the vege
table line, and got aloug pretty we'll, and
was about to send to England for the old
lady, when hard times came and he got
broke. Ho went into fruit then, and af-
ter that into milk-into all sorts of things,
you know but he got disappointed every
time, ill this present business fetched him
out at last all right and he sent right off
for the old woman. She landed here four
weeks ago, but died the very same night.
1t was hard, very hard, after all his wait
ing and toling for fifteen years, to get her
over here at last and have her die on his
hands. Be-he-well, he was disguised.
However, he laid her out, and he and his
friends sat up with her, and by and by the
memory of her virtues softened his bitter
ness and turned it to tender grief-a
settled melancholy that hung about his
spirits like pail for many days. How.
ever, by patiently striving to keep sad
thoughts ont of his mind, he was finally
beginning to regain some little of his old
time cheerfulness, when your shoe remin-
id him so painfully of his poor sainted
grauduother's coftiu--"
"Take that you brute, and if you dare
to come back here I'll kick you out again.
You degraded old rufian."