The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-07-25

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make their own explanations, and
bid you good evening"
"Good evening"" said the young
lady, in a very sweet voice.
Somehow Blumble didn't sleep
J very sound that night; he was in q
very strange place, and he kept con
Istantly thinking of his strange. ad-
venture, and of the good-looking
strange young lady; the more he
thought, the more he wondered who
'Ishe was; and, when at length he de-
termined to inquire about her in the
morning, he fell asleep and dreamed
of her.
/ Blumble was an early riser
bachelors generally are-and the
nexS morning, before the village was
astir, hs had walked out and passed
the house Of Squire Cav, but he
did not see Mary, so he returned to
the hotel and inquired of the land
lord concerning her. The landlord
must have praised the girl, for the
bachelor decided to remain smother
day and be introduced 70 her. then r.,
remain third, and finally he con
cluded he might as well stop the
week out, and so he wrote e his
partners, informing them that he
should remain there few days to
himself. The professed woman
hater walked up that same lane each
evening, and walked into the house,
too. He was not disturbed again by
Bill Higdy, for the Squire had
threatened that if he came within
gun-shot Of the house again to put
dose of cold lead into him. So
the wise but jealous Higdy kept out
of the way. - lsi Isxlq T
There was a great reform in the
manner and habits of Thomas
Blumble, merchant. He left his
bachelor clubs, Notwithstanding the
jeers and tsunts Of bis former COM
panions, and he became eircum-
spect in his remarks on female
character. For anumber of months
he spent his spare hours writing to
Mary, and choosing appropriate
gifts for her, and for long time the
Boston and P. express considered
him one Of their best customers.
But ere long there was a brilliant
wedding party at the house of Squire
Gay, and p. lost its most charming
Belle, for Miss Gay became Mrs.
Blumble. A few weeks ago Mr.. and
Mrs. Blumble went down to Rock
Cove, and visited the old BlumbIe
homestead. While there, Mr.. Thomas
Blumble introduced his wife to Mr..
Jerry Smike, and Mrs. Polly Ann
Smike and all the little Smikes. 1t
would be impossible to tell which are
most contented with their lot, Polly
Ann or Thomas. One thing more
and l am done. In answer to Blum
ble's advertisement for q chamber
maid, who would assist in plain
sewing, who do you think applied for
the situation? You'll never guess, 80
I'll tell you. 1t was Hattie Elton!
Her New York beau had heard of her
iirtations with BIumble, and for
that reason broke his engagement
with her; and she, who might have
been. Mrs. Thomas Rumble, must be
content to be Mrs. Blumble's servant.
| FN..
Henry Thompson is not bad
sort Of a boy were it not for his de-
| plorsble delight in practical jokes.
He is always puzzling his head to
get a joke on some one, and when
he does it is generally Of the kind
that makes the other party feel ex-
tremely uncomfortable, if not down
right mad. A few days ago he
found a nest of young mice, and
slyly placed them in his fathers plug
hat, while the old gentleman was eat
inghis dinner. Thompson vas coming
to town, and hastily jammed the hat
on his head, and jumped into the
buggy. After he had proceeded q
mile or two he thought he felt some
thing moving about in his hair. He
dismissed the idea, however, as too
ridieulously absurd, and logged on
toward town, without troubling
Ibis mind any more about 1t. In
a short time there was an unmistaks-
bic snip" at his left ear, and his hair
fairly raised up, as the truth flashed
upon him that his head must really
be inhabited. With burning cheeks
he removed his hat to scratch his
head, when 10! out tumbled two or
three frightfnl-looking objects, and
| he felt Others racing about in his
raven locks. With q scream Of ter
ror he jumped from the buggy, and
commenced running wildly about
and beating his head with both
hands. Fortunately his horse was
a gentle steed, and did not GET
alarmed and run away. AS soon as
old Thompson felt the last intruder
drop from his head, he recovered
his self-posession, and ventured to
inspect the ''Vermin" more closely.
When he discovered them to, be
young mice he felt somewhat re-
llieved, but his indignation against
the author of the mischief was ter
rihle. He Bss not long in coming
to the conclusion that his promising
son Henry had had hand in the
business, and when he set out for
home that evening, it was noticed
that he had a new cowhide in his
left coat-pocket.--BeHevate Gazette.
White Clover as Honey Plant.
An English writer says: White
or Dutch clover is the queen OF
honey plants. 1t is widely cultiYat-
ed in this country and continues to
flower long time. In Scotland the
farmers use more white clover seed
lin laying down the land in grass
tthan the farmers Of England, hence