Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1870-11-03
"Ld all the ends thou amst be thy COany Truth
EAYEFTlILLR TnlNBssBB: THURSDAY NOVEMBER 8 1870 d.

Thousand dollars is the Yer,
lowest fgure-and you mus
leave the country !" -s ..5,F
/ cried, ssWhat do you tax,
me for 2 1Yon' d betterbe care
iis95Srgps is5 Agst tyaarI head ssze'
"Tll<eaxs y5u%head in fol
| you, ,yOu young william, you ?
cried he springing at me Will
his cane. soy2ia EiAa eTT5ssAs -
"Ohj y ohm, .dtlt dear i. John j p ex.
claimed ga shri9I ; female voice
and ID tail .fgnre 81 III assea of
tlofnces bounded downksthe
stairGay.s.s e. .Don't-don't, fol
the leye of heav do1i'f mur.
deFhiIfl 10 '.'s ..'sss - - s:1'" - &
"Whom dey ontake me for q
cried + my temper rising. ,asE
TT LOOKS Wen for you to ask
that question r. I ,}ss .'s sneered, the
man, "you who have won my
wife S heart, and are here now
to plan to eIope with liefffll. I've
found it all ssoluitt out- 7--, ioiu - sneedn I
blush, andszl'' d. .,lr1azs :s'5E,i & EaoI Z 8
so beg pardon for interrupt
ing you, said Iya@but [ have
never seen your wife before
| perceive that she is not Me-
linda, the eldest daughter of
my fathers great uncle
HSir, do you deny that you
are William Jones /? Do. you
deny that you are in love with
my wife % 81 afa9-
81 am not a Jones-I have
not that honor, sir. My name
is ParkWell-Henry Parkwen,
of Squashyille p and, with a
bow, l took myself off.
After that called at the res
idence Of three John Smiths
none of them was my Mr..
Smith, and nothing occurred
worthy Of note.
My next Mr.. Smith resided in
Portland street. Thither l
bent my steps. 1t was a very
small house evidently not the
house Of wealth and cleanliness.
| made my way up to the front
door, through a wilderness of
old rags, broken crockery, old
tin ware, etc;s scatteripg,a flock
of hens and rousing a snap
pish little telier from his nap on
the steps.,sos7 10 ss.ri.aoa
A red-faced woman answered
my rap, but before / could make
my customary inquiry. she
opened op me like a>two-edged
butcher7knife. e~
"Well, of an the ilhpudent
rascals that eyer I see, you beat
the lot! Iwant 70 know if you
had the cheek to come back
here again /? You'd like toselI
me another German-silyer tea
poi, ,and another: brass, bosom pin
to dear Aralninta -Wouldn't
YOU" It
by no means," said Is 81
beg leayetoinform ypu-s
"Oh, you needn't beg ;! !, We
don't believe in beggarsi. /
s'pose you thought ] should not
know you-bnt / did = I should
know that black bag of yours
in Californy I Clear out of my
presence or Pu lay my broom
handle, over you'll! If:there is
any thing | hate, it's "a peddler
especially a rascal like you!"
"Allow me to inquire, " said 1,
IF Mr.. John Smiths wife was
Melinda Byrne, the - - eldest
daughter of my fatherss-,s'.TT
The broomstiek was lifted 1
heard it cutthes air like a min
ME bullet, and sprang down the
steps into the street, at my best
pace. - p s-sa' 8 .s-.goo ise.E
An angry man. + do not fear,
but who can stand before an
angry woman I? j Wouldrather
face roaring lion. ,ss9 80 .a
/ called on two more1 Mr..
Smiths-still unsuccessful in
my search. It was getting
near dark, andsI was anxious to
reach my destination.
My next Mr.. Smith was. loca-
ted in Lenox street. Itwastwi-
light when I rang the bell at
his door. ,tE,Ig
A smiling fellow admitted
me, fairly forcing me into the
hall, before Icould uttera word.
'Walkright in, sir, they are
expecting9you'! Theiladies will
be down in a moment, Miss
Hattie is in the back parlor.-
Walk right in, sir."sg - a. =
/ was, gently pushed toward
the door of a shadowy apart
ment, and at the entrance Twas
announced s:ns Il isst' sa,, 50.
+ b'fM4'.9, Henry r. '-'5 -sis'5's ..-.....