The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1877-05-16
HUMOROUS,
AN UNFORTUNATE sEREEADE.


round the castle of Mr.. and Mrs.
Trambles and pinned it (the mantle)
with a star. You'll recognize that
sentiment rs Poe's, / s'pose! The
worthy couple had retired, and no
sound broke the stiffness but an &C.
casional slap when the old gentleman
interfered with the revels of the mos
quitoes that attempted to skate around
on his chronological rink.
But presently another sound was
heard. A sentimental young man
who had recently moved to town, and
who had become enamored of young
lady living but few doors from the
Trambles, had in the darkness mis-
taken the house, and taken his stand
beneath the window, intent upon
serenade. He opened up with
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song"
etc.
Mr.. Trambles jerked himself up on
one elbow and listened in astonish-
ment. Presently he said;
Harriet, who is that fellow down
there calling a beautiful dreamer"
dye s'pose-you or me?"
''You or me-" sneered Mrs. Tram
bles. ''Now you amt no beautiful
dreamer, are your"
s'Well, l don't know as I am" re-
piled Mr.. T., not when these hanged
mosquitoes keep Inc from going to
sleep, at any rate. To tell the truth,
Harriet, I'm of the opinion that beau
tiful dreamers are a mighty scarce ar
ticle about these premises"
80, l don't know as they are, -
quietly replied Mrs. 7. "Some folks
don't lose their beauty as soon as some
other folks do. At any rate, you
might know that the dulcet-voiced
minstrel isn't abiding to you, for don't
you hear what he says, Beautiful
dreamer, queen of my song'-now for
PHYS sake, Absalom, are you the
queen Of anybody's song?"
"W-a-l-l," said Mr.. T., II hain't
never been very extensively advertis-
ed as SIGH, I'll allow, but if | can't get
up and sing the socks off'n you, OF
any of your tribe, Harriet, I'll swap
voices with a mule and join the italian
opera"
"Did you ever hear the like in all
your born days. 7" returned Mrs. r.,
who was thinking Of sumdry compli,
ments bestowed upon her voice by
spooney young men when in her girl.
hood she used to drive the neighbors
almost to destruction with ''Rosalie
the Prairie Flower" and "The Dying
Californian" 81 want you to under
stand, Mr.. Trambles, that the only
reason that my parents didn't senC
me to Europe to practice for a Prim,
Bonner was that my constitution was
too delicate to stand a sea voyage"
'Do you think you are stout enough
now to stand q trip by canal as far al
Utica" asked Mr.. r., in an aggra
waiting tone. ''People are well careC
for in big building there"
"Oh, yo're awful smart" replied
Mrs. I. sit wouldn't do to put you
in the asylum; you are so sharp tina
the other luuatics would use you t.
cut their way out. 1t may be tina
Pm out Of my right mind, but, thanl
heaven, | never came home from
fat mans convention at two o'clock il
the morning with the sleeves of m,
coat tied in hard knot around m,
neck and hat-box on my head p
ooh, you didn't" said Mr.. T.
somewhat taken down. "Well, In
glad to hear you didn't. I'll tell you
what you have done, though-you'v
gone down street many and many
time, in broad daylight, with my oil
leather valise strapped to you for
hustle p
"lts false !" snapped Mrs. T.
eyes, | know it's false" reptile,
Absalom "and so are your hair an,
teeth p
This was too much for Harriet, AM
catching up her bolster she dealt tn
old gentleman broadside across tn
face and eyes. Absalom returne,
the fire with vigor, and for few mo
ments the feathers literally flew. The,
tired themselves out presently, an,
again the stiffness was unbroken, saw
by the song of the minstrel below:
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song.
List while | WOO thee with soft melody.
And when Absalom had recovere
, his breath he arose, muttering, "P
WOO thee with something softer'n me
. ody," and going to the wash-stand h
! got the water bucket. which was neal