Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1871-08-24
rFrom the New York News.l
THE CALF.
By BLANCHE a

Jenkinstown is a village that nestles,
yes, peace to the ashes of Artemus, it
truly "nestles" somewhere in the Connec-
ticut Valley, Tt is an ancient town, and
owes its existence to the fact that, before
the Declaration of Independence was
thought of, one big original jenkins sue
ceeded by his native eloquence in con-
vincing a grim Indian chief that certain
strings of glass beads, iron hatchets,
brass rings and a few other valuable ar
,ticles of European merchandise, were
more desirable possessions than his broad
acres. How he managed to "draw the
@wool'a over those 'sseven eyes'' has ever
been a wonder, but he did and the result
was that, for and in consideration of a
canoe-load of thesesstaples, "The-Man-
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. transferred the
~le-deedso of his hunting-ground to Jen-
and moved to Inc far-spreading
TGE GA a4&.tfEE
ar the Indian owner moved
.ou Hoved in; and-in the log
cabin, built, he and Mrs. Jen-
kins 1iI- %1appy years. They
raised a la. ~lthy family OF boys
and girls ey reached mans
and women's estlS, married members of
some neighboring village, and were then
presented by Father Jenkins with a
slice of The-Man-W ith-The7Seven-Eyes
late family, seat Years rolled on and
6nO S6COHu SCASIdGtO1I VI CCAhlAoCo was
followed by athird, and the third by a
fourth but as heiresses were more num-
erousthan heirs, the old name gradually
died ont and at-the, time. IyWrites when
J~enkinstown was thriving village,
with a. Observation-Disclosures
shop, a store and astownspump, the time
honored appellation was born but by one
person, the re1iets Of the late Jeremiah
,JenklnsrssuS .zaze--fsiE ,ressaassas%
x1o In bora uD
estimation at least, a person of first con-
sideratfonzin h town. She lived in a
comfortable house at the end-of the vii
lage, and her we1l-tilled acres Spread far
around her, till Heightened those of Dea-
con Baggs.x The widow was certainly
pretty, but her fathess ana fairness might
DE questioned; in fact,if the formeris,
as some people maintain, al inyariable
resul6le of Sweetness of temper, 1 fear the
Widowmust even be guiltless of it, for, if
report say true, her voice might be heard
at silver dawnand golden twilight adj
ministering, in not very duIcet tones,
admonition to the unlucky men, andstlll
more miserable maids of her household.
Still, the widow was a pious woman.
She sat regularly in-her pew at meeting,
and during prayer ook devoutedly
through her fingers at Deacon Baggs,
who sat opposite, to see that he didn't
Disgrace his. office by looking at those
frouz1e-headed Smith girls, who sangin
the choir. o yesi she didEher duty in
an things no one could accuse Melissa
jenkins ofslaclness. set7gsskx 5Es
"a short time before our story opens a
mania for fancy stoeksbroke ont in Jen-
kinstown, and the respective merits and
sdemerits of Durhams, G1ernseys, Jer-
seys and A1derneysgwasEth the only subject
discussed. Strange to say, this widow
took no interest in the subject, but her
neighbor Baggs went-into it heart and
soul, and diminutiye specimens of the
different breeds wereto be seem scattered
oyer his fields. m
The widow=sniffed her acquiline nose,
but said nothing; and imagine the sur
prise of Baggs, when n day he dis
eoyed a beautiful Attorney calf grazing
in. the very field that Joined his. He
eaHedshis faetotum Zeb, pointed out the
phenomenon to him, and desired him to
lind out what it meant. Zeb obeyed,
and reported that it belonged to the
widow, and was imported by her from
the little island direct.
From that hour the deacon was a
changed man; a cloud seemed to settle
down around him, and he haunted the
pasture like a ghost, to feast his eyes on
the bovine 1oyeiAess that cropped the
fragrant clover, adj Unconscious .ot the
heart which sighed for her. He stood
Jones morning gazing pensiyely at her,
when his meditatiens were broken by
Zeb.s "a :. p.
NFinescrltter that . said he. . .Sss9a
syThe deacon only sighed. tgE dae
zssWouldn'tsmind ownin, herr would
you-deacon ?,'s - [@%
sssPdsgfve every beast on my farm for
that ere Beauty, replied the deacon,
solemnly.
that far; but she's q neat critter. Why
don't you get her, Deacon"
@~HGef her, man aIiyet How ?' -,
.tEBuy her ofthe widow"
=S"You deueeds fool = Do you suppose
the widowadsseH her pr
S~iaWeu, no not to any body; but then
she might to yotE.AaThe widow sets a.
kinder store by you, you are nelghbors
like you see,and h might ke the.chance
to oblige you. I'D ASH her, anyway; that
won't break no bones" f. :, -e-s1 -s
The deacon looked as if he were not
quite sure of the fact, but he said
= eByshookeys Zeb, Nv amind to ry1 it
I'll 90 right Off Strike while the irons
hot.n He began to mount the fence.
stHold on % cried Zeb. Clocks m
times goes a long ways with wimmin
folks. Suppose you go to- b house first
and put on your meetln'-coat, and peck
up a LITTLE"
nsfs1Certainly, saidthe deacon. "a good
idea, zeb I'll do4ts'tand the pairwe
to the house.
s. Theswiaow was rolling out pie-erust
and scoldingg the maid who1was peeling
apples.
"Hurry up, Jemimy; do you think
time stops for you? Here are all the
pies ready, and you still lazin' over them
apples. Perhaps, if you lay the, knife
beside them, they will peel themselves.
You had better try it, and then you
won't sile your fingers. In my time
gals -knowed what work emes mt, and
wasn't above their stations, with their
sfrizzles, and ribbons, and rings. Hurry
up, 1 say! Doyou thinkyou are Joshua,
and the suns going to stand still for
eyou?". zss q: - @s Is 49, e
The widow turned her indignant eyes
toward the maid, and as she did so they
fell on the approaching form OF the dea-
CON-.
ssBless mys stars! if there doesn't come
Deacon Baggs! His best clothes on, too !
What can be out? Hope no II is dead.
Must be very suddin if there is, for /
know no one has been sick about. No;
he doesn't look like afuneral. What can
il be? Best clothes this time of day! 1t