The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1875-12-09
Danbury Family Scene.

A family of some pretensions, living on
Nelson street, had party of five to tea
Thursday evening. The table was set
out in fine style, as the company were
from the city. and it was absolutely nec-
essary to show them that folks may live
in village like Danbury, and yet under
stand the requirements of good society.
When they were all at the table, and the
lady was preparing to dish up the tea,
her little son, whose face shone like the
knees of a country clergymans pants,
pulled her secretly by the dress But
she was too busy to notice. He pulled
her again, but receiving no response, he
whispered:
MA, ma?'
What is it?
"Ain't this one of Miss Perry's knives?"
holding up the article in his hand and
looking as he properly should, very
much gratifed by such an evidence of
his discernment.
She made no reply in words, but she
gave him look that was calculated to
annihilate him.
The tea was dished out and the party
were buttering their biscuit, when the
youth suddenly whispered again, looking
at his plate with a pleased expression,
'Why, ma, my plate is different from the
Others"
Thomas" she calculated under her
breath.
Why it is, ma" persisted Thomas.
Now, just see here This plate has"
Thomas" again CALCULATED his moth
er, with crimsoned face, while his father
assumed a frown nearly an inch thick,
''if you don't let your victuals stop your
mouth I'll send you away from the ia.
blel'
This quieted Thomas at once. He was
not very particular boy, and he con-
cluded that the difference in the plates
was not of such moment as to admit of
tedious argument at this time
Several minutes passed without any
further interruption. The young man
industrlously attended to his food, but
at the same time kept a close eye on
what was going on around him. He was
lifting up his cup for sip, when his
glance unfortunately fell upon the sau-
Ger. 1t was but glance, but with the
keenness of a young eye he saw that the
two were not originally designed for each
other.
why, ma" he eagerly whispered, this
cup don't belong to :"
Then he suddenly stopped The ex-
preston of his mothers face actually rem
dered him speechless, and for a moment
he applied himself to his meal in de-
pressed silence. but he was young and of
an elastic temper. and he soon recovered
his beaming expression. A little later
he observed lady opposite putting a
spoon of preserved grapes in her mouth.
Then he twitched his mothers dress and
said again:
MAJ"
The unhappy woman sbivered at the
sound; but his remark this time appear
ed to be on an entirely different subject,
as he said:
Amt Miss Walker funny woman ?'
Funny? said his mother, with a sigh
OF relief. And then turning to the COM
pany with the explanation, MRS. Walker
is an old lady who lives across the way;"
she smiled on her hopeful son and asked,
what makes you think she is funny?''
Why, you know-you know" began
Thomas in that rapid moist way which
an only son assumes when he is impart-
ing information before company, in res
ponse to cordial invitation, when
went over there this afternoon to get the
spoons, she said she hoped the company
wouldn't bite EN-, as it would dent"
Thomas" shrieked the unhappy
mother, as soon as she could break in.
oung man, gasped the father,
leave this table at oncer
And Thomas left at once His father
subsequently followed him, and the two
met IN back room, and had both been
flying express trains coming together,
there could scarcely have been more
noise - D1nbuy1, Ne,rS