The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1868-04-04

ASout half past eleven O'Clock Oh, Sunday
night, human leg, enveloped in bluel broa6 r.
elote might have been seen entering Eeuhas
Bsa.Erbsrry.s KITCHEN xi9daE The f1eg was
followed frally ~ The entire person OF live
Yankee, attired in his Sunday-go- to-meeting
clothes. Ii was, in short, Joe haywood who
thus burglariously, in the dead Of the night,
won his way into the deacon's kitchen.
Wonder hew much the old deacon made
by orderin' me not to darken his door
again I" solilOquized the young gentleman.
81 promised him | wouldn't, but didn't
say nothin' about the winders. Winders il
just as good as doors, supposin' there amt
no naIis 70 tear ycur trowsers onto. Won
der Il Sal II come DOWN. The critter prom
lsed me. I'm AFRAID to move here, cause
l might break my shins over suthin' or
nuther, and wake the old folks. Cold enough
Sallyn'
The beautiful maiden descended with a
pleasant smile, tallow candle, and a box
Of lueifer matches. After receiving a rap
turous greeting, she made Up a roaring fire
- the cooking stove, and the happy couple
seated themselves to enjoy the sweet inter
change OF views and hopes But the cour sc
81 true love ran no smoother in old Deacon
Bar berry's kitchen than it does elsewhere
ana zee, who was making up bis mind 10
treat himself TO kiss, was startled by the
veice OF the deacon, her father, shouting
from her chamber door
"Sally, what are you getting ID IL the
middle Of the night for p
Tell him it's most morning - wbispered
Joe.
81 can't tell afb," said Sally.
"Fil soon make it truth, then, said
Joe, and running to the huge, old-fash.
Toned clock that stood in the corner. he sat
IT at Eve.
Look at the clock, and tell me w Il
time II Isl, cried the old gentleman. from
up stairs.
"lt's just five, By the clock" answered
Sally, and corrOborating the words, the clock
struck five.
The lovers sat down aud resumed the con-
versation. Suddenly the staircase began to
creak -
"Good gracious it's father 70
u Inc deacon, BY thunder!" cried Joe;
Nv here can | hide you ?" cried the DIS
tracted girl -
"0h, know" said be, an squeeze into
the clock case"
And without another word, hs concealed
himself in the case and drew the door be-
hind him.
The deacon was dressed, and sitting
himself down by the cooking stove, pulled
BIS out his pipe, and complacently lighting
., commenced smoking deliberately and
calmly.
Five o'clock, chi" said he "WeU.
shan have time to smoke three or four pipes
and then III go and feed the critters"
Hadn't " better 20 and feed the crit
iers hrst, sir, and smoke Afterwards ?'' sue-
yested Sally.
no, smoking clears my head and v akes
ne up answered the deacon. Who seemed |
lot in the least disposed to hurry his en-. |
oyment
Bur-r-r-r-whiz-z- ding-ding went the
lock.
"Fornented lightningl" cried the deacon.
'ar'ihg up, and dropping his pipe on the
toye What in creation is THAR"
f y Only the clock striking AVE." said
sally, TREMENDOUSLY.
Whiz dingl ding went the old clock
Powers Of mercyI" cried the deacon.
Striking tives II has struck a hundred
IlreAdy r.
Deacon Barberryp cried the deacon,s
letter bali, who bad hastily robed herself.
md now came plunging down the staircase.
the widest state OF alarm. "What il the
natter Of the clock ?"
Goodness only knows" replied the old
nan. Its been In the family these hun
RED years, and never did it carry on so be- II
lock. '''s
"It'l bust itself 20 cried the old l.dv
bedding food Of tears, ssand there won't
. nothing left Of it 70
"Ips bewitched I" said the ssaeon. Vim
ssA'ned . leaven of New England supersti-
D In bis nature. "Anyhow," he said. adj
~ cling resolutely toward the clock. arui
,eAwhat's got into il"
"Qh, don't" cried the daughter, afTsssion-
ely Eeizing one Of bis coat tails, WhiI5 his
ithfuls vile hung to the sssSsr. 4
"DOnT chorused both she women 10 I
sther. !
"Let go my raiment |" shouted ihe dea. 4
~, II amt Of the powers Of darkness. .
But the women would not let 70, % the