The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1869-09-30
BELFAST, MAINE. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 80 1862

'sWhat is it, Miss Beauclere so
''Do you know how much money l an
wortho"
he hesitatcd and stammercd. At last he
said: Your friend, Mr. Trumbull, die
mention to me that you had some fortune, bu
| assure you dearest Sally, that is for vourse
alone l.
Sally checked him with an imperious gest
ure Il have not 4 penny in the worldn
He stood still, looking at her with pale
astonished face
~ es, sir, | am entirely without fortune
and whoever wrds me must take a portion
less BRIDE
lam very sorry He gasped out tn,
words
No need to express your regrets sir
am engaged to be married, and will bid vol
good morning."
and vanished that day from Washington. Hi
wealth turned out to be mere fabrication 0
his own, and he was heard of no more II
fashionable circles.
After all, wasn't it funny that I should b,
conred for my fortune ?" Sally said as sh,
related Mr. Murray's discontinue TO Tom
''But | agree with Mr.. Trumbull,r - he re
piled enthusiastically, ''that you are wort
your weight in gold.'
HOW THEY SLEEP OUT WEST.
TROUBLES AND TRIALS OF A NEWSPAPER COR
RESPONDENT.
| haven't dated this letter because dom
know where | ann. | am about nine mile
from .)uesburg, ut q little settlement on tn,
South Platte river, At daylight tomorrow
am to catch some Of the finest salmon yol
ever saw. They will not bite at any othc
inn If Al | 4 Il &
agreeable habit of early breaktasting from TIL,
Bull Whackers' who navigate these plains
am stopping at Il little hotel about thirty b,
ten feet. The scarcest thing in this country
is lumber, settlers having to pay ever so many
dollars u foot for what they use, besides whl
they brought in their yalises. The lanllor,
is from Pennsylvania, and seems to be doing
a thriving business. BY dint of hard talking
and liberal promises | got a room to myself
1t is just large enough for a bed and candl,
box set on Il chair, upon which am writing
this letter. 1t is in one end ct the building q
and separated from the next room by a be.
quilt, which you must crawl under to come il
or get out. But it is my room. and after thu
.iolting | have had upon the Indian pony,
expect to have u good nights
Was ever Il poor pilgrim in such fix
just as had written ''night's,' above an,
had sleep on the point of my pen, heard
knocking on the floor, outside the bed quilt
Crawl under" said I.
Enter the landlords daughter a buxon
young lady, about seventeen years of age,
should Judge. She opened her rosy lips ant
spake Us follows:
"Mstcr. don't take off Your clothes to-nigA
when YOU 90 to bed"
"Why?"
because am going to sleep with YOU
"Well. ii You have no better reason than
that
'.Hush? Shut up? You told pa you woul,
not sleep with n man.
Il had rather sleep with a wet dog"
"Wen | have given up my bed to sicl
man. | have been hard at work all day IN,
have to work hard all day tomorrow, and
cannot afford to set up all night That bee
is wide enough for us both. shall stay on tn,
back side, and if you don't stay on your side
you'd better, that's all
As She said this she raised from her dres
pocket an internal jack knife, such rs farmer
use in trimming fruit trees and then let it fal
back with chug. comprehended the stu
alton in halt a moment. and unto this naidrl
quoth as follows:
'Miss. young lady, your attentions may, o.
may not be. honorable am travelling en-
tirly by myself. My natural protectors ar,
miles and miles away beyond the boundles
prairie, Ignorant OF the pcrls that may bese
their idol Thus t:tr have not been nsulte,
by your sex, am Il man Of few words. bl
they are always emphatic, | will give yo1
part Of that bed, and that's all will do |
You attempt during the silent watches Of th
night, anything contrary to this firm determ
ination. by St. Joseph, my patron saint, vii
shoot you right through the midritfn
As concluded, laid aSlocum pistol upo
the candle-boN. A low chuckle outside th
bedquilt gave evidence that pateyami1ias ha
heard and approved the arrangements.
My lnta gonist laughed and saying Mister
| reckon we understand each other" bounce
over to the back side of the bed. There sh
is now, pretending to be asleep. | can
| finish this letter. can't do anything. Tai
about the trials of the earlier saints-abor
being flayed alive-about being boiled in oi
What was all this about? [Correspon,len
Louisville Express.