The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-12-24
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Bf MRS. JANE G.. .sw1ssHELM:

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1r CHAPTER VIII.
MA. rw1kzY's WRONGS, AND M1NoH
Mn. Walters and Mr.. Twinzy. re
turned to tho parlor, when the latter in
,digPantly exclaimed $:
%fAud that's your little quaker beau
~, is it 7 tell you. sue hasn't sense
enough to know tho diderenoe 90 between
Yan nkee Doodle and Old Hundred. No
! went into the dining room this
morning, as much rs fifteen mic
ats before: W.lter. and you came
down and: the creature didn't even
sec me. You may think her = lady
bat she doe.n't know ! ! gentleman when
she sees one, and she likes Walters
this minute better than me-"
As he reached this climax Of his in.
juries he arose and paeed the floor, with
the step Of any indignant animal Of the
feline. species: : Cat.like at all times
in his motions, theyz now resembled
those of the Gagged panther at sight Of
q child. - i
eyes, Hal, better than me !? he re-
peated gloatieg on the insult; and then
beginning to beat time to his step,
by claaping his hands aad drawing the
right one over the finger joints of the
left. be contiuued bis walk, and soon
! fell into profou.d Ieasetioa, while lis
tening to "Cousiu Hars" remarks
about his always taucying: something
and her uitely assertions Of the superi.
GRITTY. Of Walters.
"Yee, Oh yes, to be sure; Walters
is fine fellow, good on Ways and
Means committee !; but he never. read a
line Of Shakespeare in his, life, doesn't
know the difference between Julia and
Lady Macbeth. Of music, you know
yourself he doesn't know Yankee .Dso-
die from Old Hundred /; AMI as for thia
little bupdle Of woman-aesb,, done up
in a brevn gingham bag, Pm not done
with her yet"
II declare, 3D., you're the greatest
scamp l ever knew just lot the poor
girl alone think you have flirtation'
enough on hand now. What are you
going to do with tho Misses Baker,
both of them, and Emma Marshall and
Sue 7 Goodness !! I: think you've
strings enough to your bow p
| At this slight enumeration Of his va
rious fields of labor, the elegant MIR,
T~inzy frightened up, stepped to the
mirror, drew up his collar, stroked his
goatee, and blandly exclaimed:
"Gettiug along splendidIy, splendid
ly!' and turning to the little chin'
w.man, rubbing his hands gracefully,
hs added:
! "Do you know the elder Miss Baker
tho blue, thinks I am on the eve Of
proposing ! Gelina told me so last even
iagw
| II should think sister ought to BE-
ashamed to betray such confidence 7"
"Oh, Lioey loves yopr humble scr
v.nt, I fancy, with grand passion
It's her first venture, and she's dead ia
earnest. expects to stand under her or
ange blossoms soon, and feels it quite
prepost.rous for sophy to think of me,
or to suppose I have ever gwen her any
reason.":
| As he spoke the tea.leaf tiuge pre-.
dominated over the gingerbread in his
eyes, which sparkled with glec as he
changed the slasping, caressins motion
of bis hands, and rubbed them togcth-
or With chuckle, as he continued:
"When I travelled with the minstrels
I had just such a case r Then falling
into = pathetic tone and attitude, with
his head dropping to the left shoulder,
he added "If tadu lost my voice
There's that Humphreys loads our
church choir, aad picks cut the tune,
for Miss Smith,! She has no more
voice than third ratio tenor, tree-freg ;
and u for his ear, he doesn't know
Yankee Doodle fron OLD Hundred.
Th1 . little piece Of Indifference! I
wish she cared for music then I'd
b just in town! But" he added With
! deep sigh. and elevation Of the eye
brows to their sharpest angle of unmer-
tied abuse, a''1t I Am not at the ware.
house soon, Walters will have Jchn .f.
ter msy' and Mr.. Tvinzy started to
spend his dsy, Is usual in rehcctin! !
On hin ssuquests past, present and to
come; and bearing his numerous crosses
] with 4 grace and dignity which, be