Weekly Trinity journal., 1871-04-01

her that it had rained the night before and that
some beautiful flowers were already blooming
on the Gat where our claim was.
Miss Lucy forthwith proftssed desire to visit
the fl IT aud gather some OF the aforesaid flowers
" But" she added, " I'm not intimate with
your partner, NJ. Smithers. What kind of II
fellow is he?"
He, ugh. Why, he's regular hear. He's
got a pet cat there, and says he wouldn't swap
her for any woman in Christeudom"
She held up her little hands in holy horror.
"Why, Mr.. Smithers, how can person
of your tastes enjoy life with such being ?
Why DON'T you get II more congenial compan-
ion p
Poor Bill, he fell into the trap at once He
and thunder, what's the use Of talking about it ?
Sunday came again, and again did my es-
teemed partner proceed TO array himself in his
hest aud pretliest. Instead, however, of taking
nn immediate departure, us usual upon the COM
pletion of his toilet, he loitrred around with II
most sheepish expression of countenancc while |
was s'r"pping the razor preparatory to the mas
culine operation of shaving.
81 say, Fitz," said he, when he saw me fairly
settled before the aforesaid three inch glass,
"whnt will you give or take for this cabin"
"Give or take, | repeated, Well. I'm going
to Nevada when the diggngs is worked out, and
have just as much house property in the town
Of Bummerville rs | want to own, and I've got
to have IL place TO live in while the claim lasts
Guess don want to trade"
Well, I'll tell You Fitz, he, he. The fact is
Fitz, he, he, he; you see, Fiz, I'm going to get
married in May, and | must either buy you out
in this house or build IL new one"
turned toward him so Suddenly at this bit OF
news, that nearly cut my throat with the con.
founded razor. (Query-if had done so, would
Smithers have been held accountable for my un-
timely end p
Married" !" said 7, at last, " You married
Oh git p
"Git, you just wait awhile, and you II see
them other fclers git. But what dye say about
the house p
"WeTl, Bill, who is the happy one Old
Lambert's gnl2'
" Mr.. LNmoert's dughtor, sir" responded
Smthcrs, lohilv. What about the house2"
Oh, wen, fix that all right. I don't believe
though, this concern will Go for you. If she
puts on one of those new tangled things gs-Gre-
cnn bends believe they call 'em-she won't be
able 10 turn around here
"Oh I'll have it rugged up, you bet. We can
put nm addition to that end there and have it for
a Kitchen" said Bill with scruinizing Look
I" Well, take care of your self, old chap" and h,
was off.
In the afternoon, however, when I went down
town, there was Mr.. Smithcrs with hce rs
long rs churn, setting it up on two small pair
rs of old heard afterwards that they cleaned
him out of thirty dollars.
'''ve been thinking, Bill :" said ut breakfast
next morning, "lve been thinking about what
you said yesterday. You can have the house
whenever you want it., and ri rig up the old
blacksmith shop for what time stay here.
IIow's your gal?'
Mr.. Smithers had just helped himself to n
pickle. His teeth snapped through it like the
which would rhyme drst rate with "hammer D."
"wHAr," said I, "why it aint broke off al
ready is il2'
moo, il amt, for 1t wasn't never on. When
L commenced talking of it yesterday she fairly
screamed, and said | told you Id Itch you il
you only stayed long enough | thought il
was about time for ME to leave"
| wanted to snort right out when he told me
this, but the sand raised and kept quiet
As for the house, you can have it all Ia
yourself. wouldn't live in such II thieying
place rs this nohow."
Poor Bill lie left soon after aud went down
to one of the COW counties. lie has got pretty
low down in the world, and it has even been
said that he will be candidate for the next
Legislature. Poor fellow.
Aud truly do pity him. For though used
to think her II bit of coquette she has proved
to me the best, and iruest, and kindest, and
most loving, and" 0w-Oo-ch Let 20 4"
But Mrs. Ftzgubble would not let CO. "No,
sir I've a mind to leave your head without u
hair on it. Because happen to tell you OF
o0"o VI my VI" io'e'si Jou must 20 anu WIlle IL
down, will you? Talk about women not keep
ing secret, | say men are worse than women
any day. Now put that scrawl right into the
stove, and come along with me. I've promised
to call on Mrs. Slandrem to-day and want you
TO carry the baby"
You see fooled her little about burning up
the "scrawl, but couldn't get out of the other
part. And, really, come to think Of il, a man
had never onght 10 try
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