Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1871-03-28

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shabby tricks in the sober vicinity
OF this quiet town of steady habits.
de made a young and somewhat pref
ty girl of the Emerald isle enamored
OF saucy Ethiopian, the other day,
and well nigh brought a marriage to
legal contamination between them.
The whole affair was simply Othello
and DeSdemond over again, only on a
much tanner scale, and without any
pillow smothering tragedy in it to
make it enlivening. The Moor in
this particular drama was very ir-
resistible tho wretchedly impudent
darkey Of the name of Josh Clifton;
the Desdemona. a good looking Irish
maiden named Maggie Shannon, and
having her home in the town of Lib
erty, about four miles northeast of
Lancaster. For upward of year,
this sooty Lothario has been an in
mate of Mr.. Shannon's household,
which consists of self, wife, and little
Maggie mere child of some four
teen summers. The Moor often had
"pliant hours" which he improved by
whispering things in the "lubly gals"
ears that pleased her a good deal
Her heart was made of impressible
stuff. She accepted the devoted fell
lows gifts of candy and finger rings,
thought he was genuine Adonis for
good looks, and finally consented to
become Mrs. Clifton, and be made for
ever happy, the could mans" princi-
pals to the contrary Notwithstanding.
And that was agreeable to the system
Of Josh, whose tastes are said to be
Of an essentially domestic character.
He did not say, but he must have
thought; "For know, Iago, but dat |
iub dis Irish Desdemona, | would not
my unhoused, free condition put into
circumspection and confne for all de
ole mans wurf.'
However, on Friday of last week
Josh came to Lancaster, bearing in
his hand an overgrown and well-stuff-
ed valise, and looking supremely hap
Ply. Shortly after, Maggie appeared
also, and, falling in with her bosom's
lord, paced with him the sidewalks
of our village, This looked uncanny.
Suspicious most foul were awakened
in the vigilant diaphragms Of several
spectators The Moor and his lady
were evidently lookingfora "Squiah."
There was no doubt OF that. They
found one. Could he do a little bust
ness for them? We don't know
what be said, but at any rate, the
poor prosecuted lovers came out of
his Office sadder and wiser mortals.
They were not married. Josh called
on one of our landlords. A long and
earnest conversation ensued. The
landlord said: "If you marry that
girl without the consent of her par
ents, the enraged people will mob
you in less than twenty minutes al
ter the ceremony" Josh replied
that he "like to see 'em try dat on"
The landlord repeated his statement
with emphasis. Josh turned pale,
and was distilled almost to a jelly
with fear. He gasped, "pufickly or
full, makes me sweat. Golly !" The
parley closed. In the next scene we
behold Josh escorted by county of
fetal, a gentleman in the service of
Uncle Sam and the aforesaid inn
keeper; and little Maggie in charge
Of our knight of the razor-all are
bound for the outraged domicll of Mr..
Shannon. Arriving there, a council of
war was Immediately held. Josh is in
for delivering round, unvarnished
tale of his whole course Of love. He
begins. dat hab taken away dis
ole mans daughter is most true but
| hab not married her. De head and
front of my Offending At this
point he was interrupted by the in
censed father who was all of sud-
den filled with a cannibalistic desire
to shoot the pestilential nigger's wool
ly knob off But he had no gun and
so he very reluctantly postponed
the operation. Well, the summing
up of the whole matter amounted to
Just this Josh was ordered to
leave the country off hand and of his
own free will, or stand very good
chance Of being ridden to the deuce
on a rail. He was likewise informed
that he was never to think Of court
ing little Maggie more, and admon-
ished to behave himself trifc less
socially in the future. Then he
turned to the landlord, and remark
ed, with faltering voice, Here am
do key to dat valise. You take care
oh dat property. make you my
correspondent, write me often, and
tell me how do gal is gettin on, for |
Tub her dearly still.
And when you shall desc unlucky deeds relate,
Speak oh me as am muffin extenuate,
Nor set down Aught in malice; then must you speak
OBJ one dat ubb'd not wisely, but too well.
With which semi-Shakesperian erup-
ton, Josh turned tail, and darted off
in the direction of o more cOngenial
climate at the rate Of twenty miles
an hour.
SUICIpE-Y esterday morning Mr..
Weiland Oswald of British Hollow
committed suicide. He had been in
the dry goods business during the
Winter with Mr.. Steinbach Of that
place, aud had but short time be-
fore sold out his interest in the store
preparatory to going to Mt. Hope,
where his brother resides. Between
five and six o'clock yesterday morn
ing, he had his personal effects pack
cd up all ready for the journey. But
before starting he called on Mr.
Creager and borrowed a razor with
which, as he stated, to shave himself
Returning to the store, be removed
his coat and vest, and, razor in hand
walked out at the rear door. He did
not come back, and when sought for
was found lying on his face in the
back yard-dead. His right hand
clutched the razor, and his throat
was cut from ear to ear. Mr.. Oswald
was a single man, some forty year,
of age. He was native of Germa
nv, and had first class business ed