Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1871-09-28
A Melting Story.

was about closing up for the night.
and while standing in the snow out
side, putting up the window shutters.
he saw through the glass a Longing,
worthless fellow within. grab pound
of fresh butter from the shelf, and con-
ceal it in his hat.
The act was no sooner detected than
the revenge was hit upon, and few
minutes found the Green Mountain
storekeeper at once indulging his ap-
petite for fun to the fullest extent, and
paying off the thief with a facetious
sort of torture, for which he would
have gained a premium from the old
Inquisition.
81 say, Seth,' said the storekeepcr,
coming in and closing the door after
him, slapping his hand over his shoul
ders and stamping the snow from his
feet. --..5. ss
81 say, Seth, sit down. I reckon now
on such cold night at this, little
something warm would not hurt a fel
low"
Seth felt very uncertain he had the
butter and was exceedingly anxious to
be off, but the temptation OF some
thing warm sadly interfered with his
resolution to go This hesitation, how
ever, was soon settled by the right
owner of the butter taking Seth by
the shoulder and planting him in seat
close to the stove, where he was cor
nered in by the barrels and boxes in
such a manner that, while the grocer
stood before him, there was no posi-
bility of getting out, and right in this
very place, sure enough, the storekeep-
er sat down.
Seth, we'll have a little warm Santa
Cruz said the Green Mountain gro
GER; SO he opened the stove door, and
stuffed in a. many sticks as the place
would admit; ''witheut it you would
freeze going home such a night as
Seth already felt the butter settling
down closer to his hair, and he jumped
, up, declaring he must go.
e'Not till you have had something
warm, Seth. Come, I have got story
to tell you," and Seth was again rush
ed into his seat by his cunning tor
mentor
ooh! it's so hot here" said the pet
: ty thief, attempting to rise.
"Sit down, don't be in such hurry
retorted the grocer, pushing him back
into his chair.
: ''But I've got the COWS to fodder,
: and the wood to split, and [ must be
2 going" said the prosecuted chap.
''But you must not tear yourself
l away. Seth, in this manner. Sitdown,
e and let the cows take care of them
selves, and keep yourself cool; you
r appear to be little fidgety," said the
' rogueish grocer with wicked leer.
e The next thing was the production
3 of two smoking glasses of hot toddy.
S the very sight of which, in Seth pres
) ent situation, would have made the
hair stand erect upon his head had il
0 not been we'll oiled and kept down by
e the butter.
"Seth, I'll give you a toast, now
{ and you can butter it YOURSELF sait
the grocer, with an air of such consu
!; mate simplicity, that poor Seth be
d lieved himself unsuspected.
s'Seth, here's-here's a Christina
goose, we'll roasted, eh? I tell you i
= is the greatest eating in creation. Ant
= 7 Seth, don't you never use hogs fat, Q
r. common cooking butter-I mean Seth
4 take your toddy."
# Poor Seth now began to smoke a'
v well as melt, and his mouth was her
!. metically sealed up, as though he ha'
is been born dumb. Streak after streal
Ie of the butter came pouring from un
IF der his hat, and his handkerchief wa
o already soaked with the greasy over
. flow. Talking away as if nothing wa
,r the matter, the fun loving grocer kep
4 stufffng wood into the stove, Will
,e poor Seth sat upright, with his bac
IS against the counter, and his knees
- close proximity to the red hot furnac
70 before him.
lie Gold night, this,'' said the grocel
lie ''Why Seth, you seem to perspire as
I'd you were warm? Why don't you tax
IF your hat off? Here, let me put
f away"
or s.No! (exclaimed poor Seth at last,
lc must go. Let me out amt wei
Let me co.
ol A greasy cataract was now pourin
'GG down the poor mans face and necl
~ and soaking into his clothes, and rur
~ ming down his body into his boots, S
"a that he was literally in perfect bat
IL of oil.
!" ~ "Well, good night, Seth, (said tt
y humorous Vermonter,) if you will &C
q, (and adding as he darted out of IL
of door, I say, Seth, reckon the fun
al have had out of you is worth min
10 pence, so I shan't charge you for tn
% pound of butter in your hat"