The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-11-28

"Great land o. Goshen!- said old Joe
Comstock, sswhat / want to know is,
what's the use o. Thank 'givin' when
there amt nothin' to be thankful forP
And where's the good o. running AFTER
m onsartainty? A rollin' stone gathers
no moss
"And a gangin' foot is aye gettin', !"
said 81 Pettingill, the country store
keeper. Not but that he agreed with his
old friend Joe in deploring the wicked
ness and willfulness Of his only sons
leaving the homestead and going out
West. 81 PettiDgill hated TO see an ex-
ira wrinkle in his neighbours fine and
fiorid face. who was only known as old
Joe because there was q young Joe
grown 70 manhood. II was only 4 week
before Thanksgiving, and queer time
for extra wrinkles, bur ST couldn't afford
II lose an opportunity for proving his
knowledge Of proverbs, and combating
the oracular prophecy of one BY that of
another. The country store was the
high center Of argument. No subject
was too solemn or too frivolous, too high
or too low, too light or too profound, for
discussion. The summer was done, and
the harvest was ended, and, although
the weather was too warm to admit Of q
fire in the big cylinder Of sheet-iron that
stood the year round as q rallying-point
for the controversies of the country, it
began to be noticeable that more tobac-
CO was bought and used in that vicinity
than for many month back, and the
arm-chairs and barrel-heads begAnto be
occupied.
They do say said Monk, the mill
err, "that the heft and richness o. grain
out there Is most amazin', and the sile
is that soft you can put yer arm clean
down to yer elbow in II. II was's
young's joe And here the miller
paused, for his friend the farmer brought
his hand down heavily on an adjacent
box Of soap.
and ain his own land rich enough
Look at that there ten-acre field o. corn,
and look at them punkinsl Though,
for that matter, where's the use o. corn
for turkeys, or turkeys for Thank 'givin'
If mans own flesh and blood flies in
the face o. Providence like my Joe?r
He amt goin' before Thank 'givin'
surely?-
He calkilates to start tomorrow
night said the farmer, dolefully.
Then the group about the store ex.
perforated with mournful precision. and
shook their heads, and hoped he would.
MT regret such precipitate abandon.
ment Of this worlds blessings. Old Joe
Comstock united his fine pair of mules,
and went jolting away 10 the Comstock
farm, followed BY the sympathizing re.
marks Of his neighbors. And as the
dust rolled away, another vehicle was
seen approaching, q high-seated jaunty
affair with yellow wheels, drawn by 4
long clean-limbed creature that was out
of sight before his points could be vel
discussed and criticised. In truth, the
good folks upon the porch Of the coun
try store were more interested in thu
couple that were seated fashionably alof
upon the gay box Of the wagon.
fleeing vision Of laughing blue eyes
and yellow curls ywantoning with the
November wind, and the pale dark face
Of stranger in close proximity to thess
porch to wag again with melancholy
unison.
"-Tain't the natur' Of the sile tina
young Joe complains Of, |" said one.
:. Nor yet the corn, nor the punkins, 7
said another; it's that he amt got the
stomach for 'em he used 70 hev befor,
that city fellow broke his wagon in from
Of the widow Benson's door, .and tool
a notion to Kitty"
And swan TO man ef the widow
amt that set up about II she il heyin
black Sam to do her fall whitewashin' \
:. Shs' better not count her chicken
before they're Matched. That fellow
don't mean to marry Kitty Benson
she III fall between two stools, that
what Kitty'll do. She'll get shet d Joe
and lose that city chap, after all. 10,
was in dead earnest, poor fellow, bu
this chaps only foolin'.r
Which was not altogether true. Tn,
"city chap had begun perhaps Ii
rather triiling mood. He considered
the remarkable interest which he took
IN this little rustic was all due TO hi.
artistic perceptions. About six week.
before, IN passing through the village,
ms horse had stumbled upon 6ip