Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1878-04-10
VOL. 73.-373O. NO. 26.


81 suppose it was his nature" she con
uhueu' Inc leopard's spots and Ethio-
plans skin are hard TO change. and 80 was
his jealousy. He'd been lust as good as pie.
never finding fault with me about plancine
at any one else, or taking me TO task for
speaking to any of the beaux for nearly
month, when one day Rejoicing Peters, an
old maid, who made dresses for most of the
families in our place. and who was a fat,
| clumsy, queer-looking old soul, came to our
house TO do up weeks sewing. She was
a dreadfully lively critter considering her
age and figure. and we used 10 have a good
deal Of rollicking when she was around.
Mother was always ready to laugh at Re
loicing's capers and never minded how
much she cut up in the evening after sew.
| ing hours were over.
| One night father was away, and Reioic-
ing says to me 'Mima, I've mind TO
dress up in the deacon's clothes, and pretend
to your mother that Pm stranger, come
over from Bungtown on particular business,
and see If she asks me to stay all night
"' Go ahead says /, I'm in for fun
And so / was, little thinking how it
would turn out for me.
g wish you could have seen Rejoicing
Peters in my fathers Sunday suit He
was rather short and middling stout man,
| but Rejoicing looked like wadding old
ubber in his clothes.
" She came to the front door, and, would
you believe IL mother never knew her, but
took her tale for gospel truth aud invited
her in, and asked her to stop all night She
called me down to entertain her while she
went to find some supper and see that the
spare room was in order.
"'This is Brother Snooks, of Bungtown,
friend of your fathers, Nina, she saws.
Try and make him welcome while / see to
things
=" | was looking for Cuthbert every minute
and ! thought to myself how he'd laugh to
sea Reioicing's figure, when into the room
he walks and makes a low bow to her, never
suspectng that she was dressed up. was
just going to laugh and tell him. when that
mischievous old maid ups and makes him a
bow in return, and says she
"'Since Miss Jemima doesn't seem to want
to introduce me, III do it myself Your SER
want, sir, Isaac Snooks, of Bungtown deacon
aud storekeeper, and great admirer of this
young lady here, whom hope to win for
my BRIDE
with " that she plumps herself down be-
side me, puts one of her short, fat arms
around my waist, and gave me such hug,
aud a sounding smack on my cheek that
Cuthbert fairly turned green
80 have been deceived g he stammered.
II have been basely deceived =
"'Of course you have if you thought you
had any chance Of winning this lady. She's
bespoke, sr-she's minep cried Rejoicing,
smuggling up closer, and hugging me tighter
than ever.
81 never saw anything like Cuthbert's
face From green it turned deadly white,
and he tried to speak, but couldn't.
g" Stopp cried |, getting alarmed. 4
can explain all this. It's only
There's no need OF explanations thun-
dered Cuthbert. Actions are stronger than
words And he pointed to that mischiev-
Gus critters arms, which were like wise
around me. Then he tore from the house
as if he was mad, and Rejoicing Peters rolled
over on the floor, laughing ready to choke
herself.
80 have done you good turn, Nina
she cried. / have cured Cuthbert Jones of
Jealousy; for, when he hears that little,
ugy, fat old maid reused the green-eyed
monster in him this time, he will be so
ashamed of his folly he will repent, depend
upon it -
Aunt Jemima paused and sighed again,
this time more deeply than ever.
"She was wrong, Emma Matilda-wrong
~ ohC NilllS-Sht uoI uOut u SoOu
turn. | received a short letter from Cuth-
bert, but | never saw him again. Rejoicing
had long tongue. She spread the story
everywhere, and it met him at every turn.
He believed that it was plot between us,
and wrote some bitter things in reproach TO
me before leaving the town, where every one
was laughing at him. | had a spirit of my
own, as told you, and ! wouldn't conde-
scend to defend myself when accused in
such way aud so we parted Heigho
it's good while since that day, and I've
got over the pain of it, but | can remember
it well enough to want to spare you from
doing so. No. no, Emma Matilda thank
heaven for giving you kind, even-tempered
lover, and don't you long for jealous one
1t may seem NICE as the apple did to Eve
before she ate it, but don't try it, my dear,
or you may live to rue it, as She did. And
so She ought, for, if it hadn't been for her,
we women would have had better show in
the world. That's my opinion. .'-Selected.