The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1878-10-12

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me, the genteel ones do, you know, and
all that, and l think there's general
resemblance. l suppose, now, ladies,
yours is the costume of your part of the
world?"
ooh, yes" said Deborah; we always
wear what is in the fashion"
"Ah!" said Tony. "You really ought
to take a trip to New York and see the
bonnets there; and dresses all have
/ trains; and we've some silks at our
place that would amaze you. The most
beautiful coIorsl You'd like to walk on
/ Fifth avenue, too"
"What is Fifth avenue?" asked Debo-
/ rah.
"It's street," said Tony.
What's street," asked Deborah.
! Here Priscilla choked.
"Swallowed a blueberry, didn't you,
Scilly?" asked Deborah
Priscilla said eyes" and choked
again. She seemed to be laughing.
Something amuses your sister" said
Tony.
Yes" said Deborah; when she sees
/ anything new she always giggles. She
never saw New York folks before, you
know"
"Ah," said Tony.
Here's our place." said Deborah.
It's the incest place around. Come
in"
They had arrived 1t large wooden
house OF most rustic appearance, and
Deborah pushed open the door and en-
tered a large room with bare floor,
wherein were assembled several persons
of both sexes Two tall young men in
hickory shirts, and boots that came to
their knees, were frying trout. An old
er man in a tapping hat was smoking a
/ clay pipe, and young girl was setting
a table, while an elderly woman was
cutting bread. The costume of the
whole group was simplicity itself, and
there was not IN ornament about them
or the room.
Deborah's entrance caused every head
to turn toward the door, which she held
in her hand as she made the following
announcement:
Mother and father, brother Jedediah
and brother Abraham, and sister SOphon-
isba, here is what you've none of you
ever seen before, young gentleman
from New York, lost in the woods.
Priscilla has been giggling all the way
home, she is so surprised; but | told him
we'd have him sent safe home. He is at
the Stickup, and can't find his way
back"
\ broad grin oyerspread every face.
Tony took it for a smile of welcome, for
solemnity reigned the moment after.
"The gentleman from New York is
very welcome" said the old man.
Since We never saw one before, we are
all the more pleased to see him."
Thanks" said Tony; g am glad
you don't mind me at all If | am
used to different things, don't take on
airs. l never do. like to see the hab-
its and customs of the natives when |
travel. 1t is refreshing. There's some
thing charming in simplicity, | think.
You couldn't do it in New York-but
here in the woods, you know"
"What couldn't you do in New York,
sir|' said the young man in the hickory
shirt with the frying-pan under MS care,
who was now depositing the brown trout
on a platter.
ooh, 1 don't know" said Tony, in
dilemma. You see, I-I-I-only
meant New York was different"
" In what respect?" asked the person
with the frying-pan.
Claws a massyw cried Deborah,
shrilly. " He says there's streets there.
Now, mister, I want to know what
street is?'
eyes, we'd all like to know" said the
trout-fryer. And as the fish is hot, let
US eat it"
ooh, yes. Set by" shrieked Debo-
rsh, who set the whole family grinning
whenever she opened her mouth.
Brother Jedediah, seein' we've got
company, we'll eat with forks for polite
ness sake. Now, stranger"
Here Priscilla shrieked softly, and van
ished out of doors.
Tony was helped 20 trout and bread
and butter, and cup of tea, and while
RECALLING himself, described New York in
full TO MS hosts and hostesses. Especially
did he dilate on the costumes of society,
on the elegance of the furniture he was
in the habit of seeing, and on all the
amusements of old Gotham.
Deborah meanwhile shrieked a chorus
and begged her father to take her up
next winter, and let her get a new gown.
Tony really felt so happy. He was
the distinguished and experienced per-
son of the group, which did not often
happen. He was better dressed than
any one these natives ever saw, and was
to them a wonderful being from
strange land. If he told some fibs-for
instance, that he lived on Fifth avenue
himself, and was at the opera, every
night-who could blame him? The
temptation was great.
At last the time came 10 60. A small
black boy, who had been lowering about
the windows for some time, was ordered
by Deborah to take this gentleman
straight TO Stickup House" As he
bowed his adieus, she cried after him:
"Say, mister, if / was to come to New
York and set my cap for one of those
city fellows, do you think | could catch
him." And then she was gone.
What are those rustics all laughing at
together? He could not guess.
He had not proceeded far along the
road when a figure appeared in view,
which he knew to be that of his friend
Jenkins, the reporter.
Hello, Dibbonr he cried. " Where
have you been?'
oh" said Dibbon, "Pve been losing
myself in the woods, and have made the
acquaintance of the natives-ate dinner
with 'em, hal hal Very good natured
they were! Sent this boy home with
me-"
Jenkins looked a Dibb0n, then at the
boy.
'sAh," said he. You're at the