Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1870-04-15

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| goes and on three sides of the paper
there amt no partickler connection it's
be OTIS and shoes. lard and lumber, hard
ware and dry.goods, and all mixed. A
| good many chariktsrs in that ere play,
says to the Wife. But, then, n WOmeli's 8
got more savey In them. things than q
man, which is supposed to work all the
time"
Won't you go out shooting with us
this morning :" asked the Colonel.
" rather guess not. | hain't been much
on the shoot o late. When was young
err was reckoned the best shot in our
town; but theih days Is led and gohe Tor.
ever. Ye'd better bear to the right, after
| ye git up the canon, where it splits"
And we left him watching us as we rode
away. ,~-.--
Over the brown, bafe hills, guiitiess of
shrub or grass, rolling away to the north in
resislless waves. Crisp and brittle the turf
under our horses hsofs, the little puffs of
dust rising at every step. Into their holes
tumble the nimble squirrels, throwing
| quick glances over their shoulders. Now,
startled rabbit leaps into sight, and bowls
away, unhurt by the sharp "ping" of the
bullet. Warm pour down the rays of the
sun, burning and parching the earth, and
checking the haste of our horses.
Lol a deer is seen in hollow, raising
his head in the air, and smiling at the in
truders. Just one stroke of the spurs,
and away we skurry in quick pursuit. a
| young one, scarcely showing horns but
he bounds proudly on. Closer and closer
we come, till the painting animal turns
Crack, goes the Colonel's rife, and, with
a bound, the tired creature falls, with
bullet in his shoulder. Then the knife
and his life has fled.
Only one did we raise that day, asd, to.
ward nightfall were only too glad to re.
trace our steps to the house, and sup on
| venison steaks.
"Not much luck to-day" said Com
passes. zone deer is little among so
many"
But the skill of your wife makes Us
forget the scarcity"
"Well, gentleman, that ar wife is the
only comfort ever had. Clepsy is mas
ter-hand at fxin's. There's some as has
the doin's, and hasn't the now-howin's,
as many a rich man can't ses good table.
But, if your woman has the know-howin's,
very little doin's is enough. Which
words is found in the tenth pistle to the
Californians, or, howsomever, ought to
be-"
What's that, Silass" interrupted the
wife, catching the last words. You
quotin' Scriptur. I'm eenamost aston
ished, but, likewise, pleased"
didn't go fur to let you hear it ; but
no harms DONE"
Wont you say it again, old man ?"
It's no use to sell your cabbages
twice, says l, and l never repeats"
"Like Shakespeare" inserted Fosco.
dupun him Ta ha in San Fran.
cisco?"
Hardly" was the reply, followed by
an explanation.
"Waal," continued Compasses, cas- l
amt no scholard, you must. pardon me fur
not takin'."
"a man must have larnin' to take them
things" said Aunt Clepsy, as she took up
dropped stitch in her prospective stock
ing. mot everybody can git an eddica-
tion, and read and spell like steam en-
gine, without KNOWN how to milk and
I've sometimes thought as how eddication
was like tunneling for blind lead; ye
don't know how much it's geing to help
ye And if every boy has got trade, he's
got somethin' what no drought can kill,
and no flood wash away, but is his'n eter-
nally."
"Yer right, there, Clep7y," followed
Compasses. "If l had a thousand and
one boys, I'd give the odd one an eddica-
ton, and give some trade to the others {;
then they wouldn't rise up agin' me at the
last day. With his health and good
trade, feller can fight his way along, par
tickly in country like this"
We sat, in conversation, some hours,
and, on breaking up the circle, announced
to our hosts our intended departure the
next morning
"Were sorry to have ye CO." said Aunt
Clepsy, tor we don't git many visitors
now. It's seldom where all the people
is"
"But we may come to see you again,
some day." / answered.
"There's nothing sure but death and
the taxes but wen be glad to see you, if
you come"
A long, sweet sleep, after a fatiguing
day, such as is enjoyed on the hills, in the
invigorating air is a boon which we
thoroughly appreciated that night, and, at
early morning, were ready to start; and,
having partaken of hearty breakfast,
bade adieu to the old couple, and proceed
ed homeward, wondering much about the
waves of circumstances that had thrown
together two such singular waits, and
borne them to that distant spot.
II was in the summer of 1858 that my
law practice took me again into that dis
trict; and, as l sat in the hotel of the
county seat, glanced carelessly at an old
newspaper that lay on the table. My eye
fell upon the following item:
"SUICIDE. Luke Grant, formerly OF Texas, and
| proprietor OF the Mud Springs Hotel, committed
sSlcde Yesterday h at dd a M ey s9S9!ing himself
The paper was a month old. could
but feel sad for Compasses, and for his
poor wife and, after the term of court
was finished, rode over to the place. The
old house stood as of old the garden
bloomed still, and the brook babbled as
cheerfully as when l first beheld
it. Leaving my horse at the fence,
l knocked at the door, and Aunt
Clepsy met me-but, OH how changed.
Sorrow had plowed deep burrows in her
once smooth brow and, beneath her pure
white cap, could see many a silver line.
She did not know me at first, but when !
recalled to her our former visit, greeted
me warmly, though her hand was full ol
trembling.
"You know he's gone, then gone and
left me behind, which never did leave
him for a single day. In the sun. and in
the storm, when the wheels run well, anG
when we was mired, we was always 10
gether, and never once did we have 9
hash word. We never soured on each
other onst."
The poor woman's sobs choked her ut
terance.
"rve sarched the Scriptur', and tried II
git comforted, but it don't come" she con
tinued. "Follar me, and I'll show yor
where we laid him"
Out in the garden, among tho fragran
flowers, was Compasses grave-a simpl,
mound. A row of Violets hordered tn,
swelling earth, and the brook sJill sang il
song.
mot that blame him much he wa
tired tired Of fightin'. Some mems live
is continooal fight, and they has TO b.
strong not to git underneath. Bat l love'
him"
When the heart-broken woman hal
somewhat recovered, led the way to tn
house; and, as we sat at dinner, she toll
me all; how he had left her, as usual
} how she had heard the shot, found hiI
dead. A short, sad story
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