The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1869-03-17

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ty has, and for that reason consider
ed it necessary to obtain my uncle
consent to my union with the beauti
full Nina Jonschmidt.
"Uncle JASON" said I, "I hav
found a wife! !"
Now my uncle is very excitable.-
He never did keep cool more thai
half an hour at tins.
"Found a wife I" he cried, jumpin,
out of his chair, rubbing the shor
fiossy hair on his partially bald head
and staring with wide open eyes at me
"Who's wife ?"
"Why, uncle, I've found wife fol
myself
1.-The deuce you have |"
"Is it stranger
My uncle considered moment anC
then resumed his seat.
"Well, 1 don't know that it j.
strange, but
"Well, uncle p
"You aren't married ~ with wild
expression in his eye.
"No, no, uncle, not SO bad as that,
/ replied.
"Well, who is the lady 2"
miss Nina Jonschmidt."
"Whor hundred Jason Hykoka
lorum, jumping UP and confronting
me. ! confess to feeling pale.
"Nina Jonschmidt, uncle"
Alexander Jonschmidt daughter?'
"Yes SIR"
"St. George and the Dragon
And you dare to tell me, you scampp'
roared my Uncle Jason, stomping his
foot till his little blue eyes fairly jim
gled in their sockets, while his short
hair flew in all directions. marry a
Jonschmidt! No! by Saint Bride OF
Boutwell, not if know myself, boy" "
'Tis fearful thing to behold man
in such passion, particularly when
said man is your uncle, and is very
wealthy, and you are his sole heir. !
trembled like an aspen leaf. 1 don't
know whether this is good simile or
not, but FL risk it. n. B. 1t isn't
original. Yes, uembied SO that
You could hear the coppers jingled in
my pocket several rods off. Already
the perspiration, that s'reamed from
every pore, had set me fairly afoat in
my boots.
"Boy p' 1t was like the roar of
artillery, or the explosion of a powder
mill. l waited i'll awful supense. My
feelings can only be imagined by a
man who has stood upon the gallows,
with the fatal rope around his neck
waiting for the drop to fall. The SEN
tence came. Never let me hear that
woman's name again. on pain of my
everlasting displeasure
Here my uncle sank into hiE chair,
and 1 sank into mine. 1 tremble
when 1 think, even now, whst might
have happened but for the entrance of
the housekeeper at this. moment. 1
gave sigh of relief, and my uncle did
likewise.
Miss Scrimp, the housekeeper, was
a maiden lady of fifty summers. She
might have been handsome in her
youth, but she wasn't troubled that
way now. She was very tall, very
straight, and very stiff. She was also
exceedingly thin and sharp pointed in
nose and chin. Her eyes were of a
cold blue, and SO were her lips. No
smile ever lighted her countenance.
Thirty years ago, the barque "ElviTa
Scrimp," named for her, had gone
down at sea, in a terrible gale, with
all hands on board, and, metaphor
cally speaking, Miss Scrimp had gone
doMn too, for, had that barque re-
turned, she would have been the hap
py wife of Captain John Plimpton,
instead of washing her life out with
tears, in the service of Jnson Hykoka-
lorum, Esquire, Of Ellensdale.
"Take seat, ma'am," said my un-
Gle, handing chair.
''Thank you, MI. Hykokalorum, %
said Miss Scrimp, shutting half up
like a jackknite, as she came down to
my uEcle's level.
"Ive only word to say, Mr.. Hy-
kokalorum,S began the housekeeper,
taking a pinch OF snuff, ''but 1 don't
know how to say it. You have been
very kind to me, sir, and it is hard TO
think of leaving.
"Who the deuce is going to think
of leaving p cried my uncle, jumping
out of his chair. And then, remem-
bering that he was in the presence of
a lady-"Beg pardon, ma'am, II
forgot myself. But your meaning, If
you please, Miss Scrimp ?"
"Well, sir, my niece, who has
lately married, has offered me home
with her. She is the only relative
have in the world. 1 am getting old,
and as she seems very anxious that /
should come, I think it my duty to go
to her.
every true, ma'am. 1t does seem
So"
Therefore, l have come to ask you
to get some one to take my place in
your household"
NV uncle stared ut Miss Scrimp's
cameo bosom-pin, which, owing to his
short stature was directly in range of
his vision, while Miss Scrimp gazed
off ('taking sight over my uncle's bald
CROWN adown the tear-stained years
of her own life, that lay like vast
expanse of roaring waters, spread out
before her. in which the barque
"Elvira Scrinp," Captain John
Plimpton, was going down in terri
BILE gale with all hands on board.
"You can't he persuaded to stsy!"
inquired my uncle.
The forlorn maiden, still looking
over the watery past, as though she