The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1870-09-14
Yankee CourlShlp.

- 'f - Yankee CeuriShlp.
d. Love-making has its difficulties law.
all down East" as well as in other parts of t!
f. world. and Yankee ingenuity is often put
r. its trumps to get over the obstacles that DR.
pr verbally obstruct the way. The folowiu
lively little story shows how one ..devote
p slave, at least, pursued the pleasant pastn
. aud circumvented the old gentleman:
lt About half past eleven o'clock, on Sur
day night. human leg, enveloped in broad
d cloth, might have been seen entering Cephs
Is Barbary's kitchen window. The leg wa
e followed finally, by the entire person of
e lively Yankee. attired in his Sunday-go-tc
n meetin' clothes. 1t was, in short, Joe Nav
: weed. who thus, burglariously. in the dea
It Of night, won his way into the deacon
4 kitchen.
g "Wonder how much the old deacon mad
II by orderin' me not to darken bis door again!
soliquized the young man. s'Promised hin
e | wouldn't. but didn't say nothiu' about win
: ders. Winders is just as good as doors, i
q there amt no nails to tear your trowsers OF
. to. Wonder it. Sal'll come down! 'Th,
critter promised me. I'm afraid to NOV
I here. 'cause Imight break my chins owe
sumthin' and wake the old folks. Colo
enough to freeze 2 "a polar bear here. Oh
here comes Sally" '-.-... d..
The beautiful maiden descended with q
pleasant smile a tallow candle aud bo,
Of matches. - ''.- ,s-'.-..
4 After receiving a rapturous greeting, she
made up roaring FIRE in the cooking stove,
and the happy couple sat down to enjoy the
sweet interchange of views aud hopes. But
the course of true love ran no smoother in
old Barb-rry's kitchen than it did elsewhere.
aud Joe, who was making up bis mind to
treat himself to kiss. was started by the
voice Cf the deacon her father. shouting
from bis chamber doors
'Sally. what are you getting up in the
middle Of the night for J"
'Tell him it's most morning." whispered
Joe. pc. ,..-... ,.. ....-....
II cau't tell fb." said Sally.
sl'll make it truth. them said Joe, and
running to the huge old-fashioned clock that
stood in the corner. he set it at five. 4
Look at the clock and tell me what time
it is,,' cried the old gentleman up stairs.
ats five by the clock" answered Sally.
and corroborating the words, the clock struck
five. .....s..-..-...,
The lovers set down again. and resumed
the conversation. Suddenly the staircase
began to creak. .. Faf Q
Good gracious! It'safathsr." 4 ..H
1.-The deacon, by thunder" cried Joe.
"hide me SAL .t.-q>-t5 F.. .,
'Where eau hide you - cried tho dis
tratctsd girl. --. p, ~.,.. ,.-........- ......
"Oh. Isknow," said be. I'm squeeze into
the clock case"
AID without another word he concealed
himself in the case and drew the door be-
hind him. 'sra ~s-sst ~ -.'a ".-r.i ..f e.d
The deacon was dressed, and sitting him
self down by the cooking stove, pulled out
his pipe. lighted it. and commenced smoking |
very deliberately and calmly.
, 7..Five O'Clock, eh ~ said. he, "Well. |
shall have time to smoke three or four pipes; |
then Ill 60 and feed the critters" !" q TIL |
hadn't you better go and feed the crit
ters first, sir, and smoke afterwards!" sug-
gested the dutiful Sally. =. j aTt1
i.f"No; smokin' clears my head and wakes /
me up" answered the deacon, who seemed
not . whit disposed 10 hurry his enjoyment.
Bu-r-r-r-whiz-z, -z,z-ding-wen the old
CLOCK. lra 81 ,@.ua-.s - 3D. 4 -. Il ...-.-
"'rormented lightning - cried the deacon,
starting up aud anl dropping his pipe on the
stove. "What in creation is that 30
..It's only the clock striking 6ve," said
Sally, TREMENDOUSLY. .srs''oI lia ..e
r Whiz! ding! ding! went the old CLOCK.
..Powers Of fmercy!!'' cried the deacon.
Striking Eve! It's struck a hundred al
ready" ,,a-,s-r, ,s,., -.......
deacon Barberry!" cried the deacon's
better half. who had hastily robed herself,
and now came plunging down the staircase
IN the widest state of alarm. ''What is the
matter of the clock !'',t. e. 's.-a- - IL
:. .Goedness ouly knows. "replied the old {
man. , sE..-a s.7l--+a-- .I.t ode e. -,.,.,
[.sIt's been in the family these hundred ,
vears and never did know it to carry on So ,
,efore."
. w hiz: bang! bang! bang went the
,lOck. z -Fe-ff Hrf s-f-+7 .TP- ,3s.1uf a. III
..Itll bust itself ~ cried the old lady. she'd
ling AOodOf tears. land there won't b..
nothing left Of it, -rs s.37 .flg.- l.
'.It's bewitchsd," said the deacon. who q
'etained leaven Of New Ebgland super t
tition in his nature. Anyhow" he said. 4
lftsr pause. advancing res iurely toward I
he clocks ''I'lr see what's got into it "oi-: I'd
,t.ss.Oh. dus't cried the daughter. affection
Itely ssislng ,ne' of his Goat tails while his a.
ahhful wife hung to the other. ,tif s'..; / g
Don't" chorused both the women to-
,ether.
'o'.I I.et go my raiment' shouted the deacon,
L aiur afraid of the powers of darkness"
. But tbe women would not let 60. so the ,
leacon slipped of his coat. and while from q
be sudden oessstien lof Resistance. they fell &
leavily ON the floor. he darted forward and U
aid bis hand on the door of the clock case. |,
But no human power could open it. Joe h
zoe hoidineit inside with u death grasp. 4
No ueacoa began to be. 'dreadfuliy fright. d
ofemsss re eS sqe les 1885, ts6 anss!hl
md wrecked its proportions. .I
The current of air extinguished the light.
he deacon, the old lady and Sally fled up 6
,tairs, and Joe Mayweed. extricatiDg him
s-lf. effected his retreat in the same way
hat he. had entered. The pext day. all Ap- {.
oleton, was alive with the story Of how dea-
con Barberry's clock had been bewitched;
and though many believed its version, some'
and especially Joe Mayweed, affected to
discredit the whole affair. limiting that tho
deacon had been trying the experiment OF
tasting frozen cider, and that the vagar'ss OF
the clock case existed only in u adistempered
- ...-l
A dry genius who has occasion to visit town
daily. recently passed form house near which
the occupant had been butchering something
less than q dozen very small pigs the result
of tho days labor being hung up 1 on long
,v,le facing the street. Our genius dellbei ate
r. stonne1 his team and asked the farmer
What he was doing. "Butcheriug," was the
cn;ck response. '.Oh," says the driver, II
Thought YOU were dipping candles" and nc
he hastened his horses into trot-to hiaAc
up for lost time.
A M,srAKE.-That editors keep public read
;,v roo,hs: that they have plenty Of time to
talk to every body; that they arc glad to se.
any thing to sill up" the paper; that tney