Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1870-12-22


but very pretty. II don't get any propo-
sals."
Perhaps Mr.. Jobson read Maggie's Sc
cret; for he said plump out, like a great
boy, "Ah, Miss Brownjohn, people don't
flirt with you, they flirt with your fortune. /"
Men are SO cunning and SO base !" said
Miss Brownjohn, bitterly. "'
Neglected education of womenl I'd
have them all learn mathematics and logic.
You don't even know figure 1 of syllo-
gism: Barbara celGrent dGrii .tsriOQEe prI-
0Tis" -.a,7q
Whats that, Mr.. Jobson-something
awful? Please construe it. .e
81 can't and nobody can it's sense and
nonsense too. But look here: anything
predicated of whole Glasgow under
| stand ?"
80 yes; class of girls like we had at
Brighton"
GAY, that will do. Now follow me :
under which class something else is con-
tanned (I am that something) may be pred
icated of that which is so contained.
Therefore, according to Whately, you
have just called me cunning and base"
60, Mr.. Jobson, didn'tp
And your father, and Mr.. Boldero, and
the rest of mankind, including the last
new wonder in verse, and the Poet Lau-
reate. I'm not joking"
On this, all the ladies' cried out shame
] duQ Hiss DTOWulO0u, WHO Was IdIueT SIh-
| pid when she chose to be so, .sulked.
"Well now," said the Curate, "you
don't mean what you say, and you don't
say what you mean and I'm sure that
Christmas parties are very jolly things if
lightly taken"
But all the girls voted them bores, and,
as it happened, not one of them was going
to any party whatever. Mr.. Boldero ha
taken his little wife to an old friend for
many years old friend very hastily and
improperly died just before Christmas; he
had nowhere to go to. Mr.. Brownjohn-
had, for years invited the two partners,
Crabb and Catchitt, to his house, but they
had quarrelled, and both had refused. Miss
Parkyns had saved herself up for Lady
Jollup's gathering; but Lady Jollup had a
gathering, in the shape of a carbuncle that
could not be worn in q brooch, on the back
of her right ear, and was figure. And
so all the little party were without an asy
1um for Christmas, and most of them felt
very miserable about the fact, although
they all said that it was jolly.
You shall all come to nay party-ladies,
invite you al"
20, how nicer cried Miss Parkyns,
with gush of sentiment-she soGS senti-
mental Where is it to be?" .
In the school-room; it's finished now
beautifully Hy-all varnish, open timber roof,
eighty feet by thirty; get in the forms for
rout seats, and the desks that can be put at
any angle for card-tables, and we shall be
as right as trivet."
The words of the Rev Hubert Jobson,
B.A., the Perpetual Curate of this dis
trict church, which he had created out of
a bad neighborhood and the Ecclesiastical
Commissioners, were prophetically true
Everything went right as that domestic inn
plement spoken of by most people as the
very symbol of rectitude
To the party there came not only Miss
Brownjohn-a most beautiful girl she was,
blooming with health and good d:nature--
but Benjamin Brownjohn, of Princess gate,
Esq, one of the richest men out. Mrs.
Benjamin Brownlohn was there, too; for
the worthy couple would have done any
thing to please their daughter Katie. And
wonderful to relate, there, too-surely by
an accident or trick, of which Septimus
Symes, &C., was grievously suspected
there was found, scowling each at the
other, Corney Crabb and Carter Catchitt,
both esquires when out of business, one
residing at. Haverstock and the other at
Tulse- hill, which each persisted in calling
the hill, as if it belonged solely and exclu-
sively to him.. Catchitt had been to this
wild party with the strict understanding
that Crabb had gone down to Brighton to
bachelors jolly making, there to escape
the eternal Christmas children.
at Christmas than at any other period of
the year." said Crabb; and did he not see
enough there?
Septimus Symes, very studious man,
who had written about Roman law, and
was supposed to be editing Justinian's In
stitattes for the direct purpose of showing
that they were based entirely on the law of
Moses, was one of those men who, when
they cease working at their eternal mental
grind" become transformed, as it were, to
boys. He was quite as young, mentally,
as his daughter Maggie Symes land she and
her two friends, Mr.. and Mrs. Boldero-
two merry, black-eyed, red. checked people,
who looked rather more like brother and
sister than husband and wife, and who ad
mired all the pretty children and pitied all
the sicklY ones-were as full of real enjoy
ment as they could be. As for Mr.. Job
son, he was in his his own right as host
and as clergyman, the chief of the party. |
Everybody expected him to be so, and be- |
ing on his own ground, he did not disap- |
point them. Katie Brownjohn looked at |
him with real admiration when she saw
that he made no difference between rich |
and poor, and ordered about her august |
father and the Objectionable Crabb and |
Catchitt as if they had been footmen.
The party began at five. The rich guests |
by Jobson in his high bred |
way-for he was unmistakably gentle |
QeuSnteQ Win MS pretty new |
school room, decorated with notices, holly |
with red berries. and bright laurel leaves. |
There were many religious notices, but |
not one that was not appropriate, manly |
and beautiful In the centre of the end |
wall, over the centre table and three long |
tables stretched down the room, there |
shone the words, Peace on earth y at the |
sides were, BE of good cheer" Try to
be good !" and in aconspicuous place there |
blazed, in red and green. letters, MIR. job
sons own motto, "DoN'T woRRrT YOUR
SELF" Half the evil among his poor peo- !
pie, he said. arose, according to the ladies |
of the humble families he visited, from
worriting" themselves. And this vigor
GUS man addressed himself only to one
thing, and threw old troubles off his mind |
as duck throws water from her back
"'Pon my word, Mr.. Jobson, your room |
looks admirably set-out; anticipate much !
pleasure, I'm shaw" said Mr.. Brownjohn
in patronizing accents.
"And much hard work before it is over"
said the Curate, squaring his shoulders,
and pointing to a motto, Work while it
is day." underneath which was another.
o1od a comment 6NOthinU like hard xUOrlr