New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1870-07-17

thing ended; but theinan talked a while, and
read paper about penalties, and then
| went on;
"No cows" said Thusy.
| "Any watches! y" s5
Yes; but you'd better go across the
street if you want to find out anything about
them p
"Gold or silver!"
'Of brass the brassiest," and then she
went on to tell how the McNabbs stood
peeping out of the windows all day. :,
II don't want to know about neighbors,"
interrupted the man. ~ want to know how
many and what kind of watches you have"
"Ohr' said Thusy, kind Of set back a
little. II thought you meant the people
that watch us all the time. We amt got no
other kind"
The man saw that he had the advantage
"How many men are there in this house?"
81 am decent and respectable woman"
said Thusy; and thought she'd cry, but all
at once, Just as the man was going to say
something else, she flung the broom down
on the floor and said, pointing to me: IF
that man was worth cent he'd smack your
mouth, you -. I've notion to DO 1t my
self" And she dashed up to the census
taker: but he got behind chair and ex-
planned the matter. He referred to how
many boarders we had. This fixed it up all
right, and the man went on:
'What size shoes do you wearW
"Threes," said Thusy. Now l knew she
had made mistake; said l, Mines
"Shut up" she said, and shut.
"Where were you born ?" asked the man.
"At home," said Thusy, "where did you
suppose y ...,,.,r
Second story, 'front.'" said Thusy.
"In Ireland, England, or Scotland, or
where!" said the man.
"I'm native American" screamed Thusy,
raising her broom.
Very good" said the man, and he put
that down.
''Where was you born !" said the man to
me.
told him.
"How much is your mouth worth :" asked
the man, turning to Thusy. II mean, have
YOU any false teeth; if so, what are they
made Of and what are they set on, and how
much are they worth. If you have any hol-
low teeth, what are they stuffed with, and
how many are stuffed with gold, and how
many with silver or other metal!'
During the time the census taker was
asking these questions, l thought Thusy
would bust. Her fingers worked nervOusly
around the broom handle, and her azure
eyes looked like liquid fire. Her bosom
swelled like the angry pillows of the ocean,
and, as she handed my head a chair a few
days before, when she looked just the same
way, l naturally supposed that something
would happen. But the ways of women are
inscrutable as general thing, and she did
nothing, only turned her face, the picture OF
scOrn, to the man, and asked him it there
wasn't anything else he could ask.
The man said he had his duty to perform,
and, therefore, he would ask:
"DO YOU wear chignOn!'
This is q tender spot for Thusy, because
she don't wear any, and has got lots Of hair
her Own-natural.
IF so it is all your own! 1t is made of
real hear, or wool or silk! If SO, how much
is it WORTH
Mister" said Thusy, rising, 81 guess You
had better get some senses somewhere else.
There is time when patience ceases to be
a virtue; that time has come, and by the
great United States, as I've heard my father
say, I'll split your head with this here
BROOM
MADAM, have You glass eye; if So"
The census taker said no more in our
house.
''You internal scoundrel, you can't impose
on me, with your trying to take the senses
here" And by that she made a dash at
him with the broom, knocking the cold
off the table, accompanied by the
cOtfee-pot and sugar bowl, as she passed;
and the census taker made tracks for the
door, with Thusy at his heels, asking him if
he had enough eyes to find his way to the
next place, where they could give him some
sense.
There wasn't no breakfast for nobody
that morning