Smyrna times., 1875-08-18
.HiSce eIIUU e Gus.
The Squire's PROPOSAL.

g No, Samantha Jane Peabody" said the
widow Peabody, "you won't stir one step
to a singin' school. | amt gOin' to have
you gaddin about the whole blessed time.
You stay to hum one evenin' just to see
how it seems You Eaust Jcen ont single
evenin' this ,ceek, do you soy? Wal, what OF
it? If you should stay i'll another week,
'twouldn't hurt you none, | guess. No,
I Haa.t forgot ,ohen ,0as young, nuther.
'Tain't so long ago that l should forget it.
When l was at your age, l staid to hum,
and made myself useful; l didn't spend
the heft of my time spinnin' street yarn,
as the girls do nowadays. | used to spin
fax an wool, an make butter an cheese,
an wash an bake. An all did was done
as it orter be- But as for you, you jest
furry around, half doin' what you purtend
to dew, SOS to be a-gitin' off some'eres, an
I'm goin' tew put stop to t. | know
how t'would be when your gardeen sent
YOU to the cademy. What's that? You
toll San, Skinner that yo,,d 90 to the sinyin'
school, an he's comm for ye, eh? Well, let
him come here on such an arrant as that,
an I'll tell him suthin' he won't want to
hear again I've had as much as l want
of the SBinners sence your father, who
never had no moro judgment than baby,
'pinted the deacon to be your gardeen.
He's forever meddlin' with things that
don't consarn him, and 'Lijah, Sans father,
is off the same piece. 1t was 'nOugh tew
put me out of conceit of him tew see him
sliden' up tew the Widder Peters last Sab
bath-day evenin', an his wife not in hel
grave six months yit. Mss Peters IS hi
,oife's Jrother's ,oido,o? dill you say. What
that to dew with it? | like to see folk
show some respect to their deceased pard
ners, Your father has been dead eigh
wears come March, an there amt none o
the male sect dared to hint at sich a thing
as my takin' anybody in his place Y0
should think t,0ouM take considerable courage
eh3 You'd had a new father long afOr
this if I'd given some folks any encourage
ment. There's iSam Skinner comm cross tots
vou san? Yes, an maxim straight bee
line fur the door, That's what yO'v
slicked yourself up so scrumtious fur, wit
that red ribbon in your hair, an Sunda
go-to-meetin' dress on. I've as good
mind as ever had tew eat tew make yo
90 an take it off.
In walked Sam, tall, strapping fellow
with curly black hair, and eyes of the sam
color, with sly, roguish gleam in then
which reminded one of his uncle, til
deacon.
"Good AFTERNOON, Mrs. Peabody, sal
Sam. How dye do?'
81 amt any too well, nor any tew gla
tew see you Mister Sam, to speak politel
see you over tew the elders t'Other nigh
an you seemed tew be very merry. Y
uncle thought he'd got good joke on m
but he amt quite so smart as he thinl
himself"
"Oh, pshawl Mrs. Peabody; there dor
nobody mind what Uncle Ike says. lie W
have his joke, you know; it's just as natI
few him as tew breathe; but he don't be
nomalice. Goodarternoon, Miss Salmanti
calc'late we'll have a nice, clear even
fur the singin' school. ] called to say I'll
I'd come fur ye little arter seven.''
"You needn't trouble yourself, Mis-
sam: Samantha amt goin' tew sing
school. Soif that's all the arrant you ma
you'd better be goin."
~'Twon't be no trouble, not the le
mite, as I'm goin' the same way mys
That amt all my arrant nuther. Dad
message to ye, though | don't s'pose
care to hear it."
"If yer father sent me message, :
Skinner, I'll thank you tew deliver it."
"Wal he told me to tell ye that he
comm over to see ye this evenin' B'
don't suppose you'll care to Sc him, so
tell him not to come"
"why, how you de'O run on, Sam
never see the beat on't-neverl Stra
YOU can't take joke. OF course III be
to see yer father. Him an me used t.
great cronies when we were at your ago.