The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-09-04

icy s coupe OF ratnef ancient 'pulIetS
stalking forlornly about the prem
ises, and after a prolonged and ex
citing chase, in which Pickle rend
cred effective and noisy service. on
of the unfortunate fowls was rul
down, decapitated, plucked on tn
spot, and summarily plunged into
pot for boiling.
Poor Capt Tillerl He never sus
Ipected anything wrong until he at
tempted to take the putty like mas
Iof dough from the oven, and to Gu
into the boiled fowl. And ther
both bread and fowl followed thr
beet, and Pickle feasted, to his own
fancy, roya'ly that day. AMI ifauy
thing could have added to Capt
Seth's bitterness of feeling it wa!
the derisiVe laugh of Miss Hespel
Billings, who had Witnessed th'
whole of his proceedings in the back
yard, and also beheld the exit of the
sayory viands through the kitchen
window.
Now that Miss Billings or Capt
Tiller were mahciously inclined by
nature. Their mutual ehmity had
originated in feud between Capt
Seth's terrier, and the aforemention-
ed Pickle, and Miss Hester's tor
toise shell cat, Pink. Pink was par
tial to her MONDAY seista on the top
Of the pailing fence separating the
two lots, which proceeding Pickle,
regarding as an intrusion upon his
personal rights, resented according
ly. The lady took part with her cat,
and the Capt espoused the cause of
his dog. Capt. Seth called Miss
Hester a spiteful cat, and she re-
torted by informing him that he and
that other dog, were the pest of the
neighborhood. Hence the present
bitterness of feeling between the
two.
The Capt. went out and got an
expensive, unsatisfactory and badly
cooked supper, at the only public
house in the little seafaring town
wherein he resided. He came home
cold and miserable; ;and, unable to find
the matches, grouped his way to bed
in darkness. The morning brought
him no comfort. There was things
to be ''set to rights" chores" to do,
pots and pans to be secured, his
clothes to bemended and washed
and Capt. Seth looked around with
a sort of despair. For the first time
in his life there dawned upon his
mind a perception of the usefulness
of women.
For a day or two the Capt. led
this miserable mode of existence,
and, as the time approached for en-
barking on his next voyage, he look
ed upon that and his prospective re-
turn with species of forlorn hor-
ror.
'Somebody'll break into the
house and rob it," thought he, or
the things'll get musty and mouldy,
with being shut up without any fire;
and-look at them duds o'mine.
He frowned wrathfully at a heap
of sailors clothes lying in the cor
ner of the room, all of which want
ed washing, some of which stood in
great need of repairing; and Nancy
had always kept them so neat and
whole.
Look 'ere," said Captain Tiller,
rising and his back to the stove, his
legs astride, and his hands in his
pockets, apostrophising the furni-
ture in general.
'Look ere, this state o'things
won't do no longer; I've had enough
Of it. A man can't be expected to
live q wild Injun. I'll get married.
Captain Tiller was a man Of his
word, and who having made up his
mind to thing, was sure to act
promptly upon it. He sat down,
now, on three legged stool before
the fire, and leaning his elbow upon
his knees, meditated. In three days
he would sail, wherefore there was a
necessity for prompt action.
'Let's see," said Captain TiiIer,
thoughtfully; "it'll be better to take
a widder, l guess; Widders are more
steady than t'others, and more used
to things, and won It expect any court
ing, and that sort O. nonsense. Not
a young widder, though. They're
apt to be 1ighty."
Then he mused again, and mused
within himself that the only one he
knew answered to his requisition
was the widow Tyron. Yes, he'd
marry the widow Tyron. And, with
a slap on his knee, as ofore who had
revived at final and satisfactory
conclusion, he clapped his sou'wes-
tern upon his head buttoned up his
pea-jacket and betook himself to that
lady's abode.
"Good mornin', widderw said
Captain Seth, az, in answer to his
knock at the door, Mrs. Tyron ap-
peared in tidy cap and apron, and
with her bare arms busted with -four,
while an appetizing odor of cookies
issues from the comfortable kitch-
en-.
AT that smell the visitors heart
enlarged, and his nostrils expanded
as those of a war-horse who hears
form afar the din of the battle.
"Why, lawks a mercy! is it you
Cap'in Tiller? Hope nothin's hap
pened-least-Wise since Nancy's run
away and got married"
That's jest it widder," responded
the Captain, gloomily shaking his
head. That's jest what is the mat
ter. How Nancy came to make
such a fool of herself, when shed a
good home, and clothes, and vic
tuals, and the whole house to herself
when I'm away"
''Now, that's what 1 call onreason-
able OF you Cap in Seth" interrupt
ed Mrs. Tyron, seriously taking up
the cause other sex, as she wiped
the -four from her hands, and out of
respect to her visitor saJ down to her
knitting.
"a woman's a woman, and mustn't
be expected to deny herself every
thing for sake O. clothes and vic
tuals. She must have somebody to
keer for her more than a brothers
likely to do. Pts only nature after
all. What'd become OF the world
if everybody took to leadin' single