The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1881-03-19
Wig. MaClmbGr'S HeartStriRqS.
How rHrr WERE REPEATEDLY roRx TO TAT.

How THEY WERE REPEATEDLY TORN TO TAT
TIERS by TICKLE SAMANTHA MoRRIs.
MILFORD, Pa, March 5.--There had been
an 'elopement up the river, and some of the
boys were sitting around tho Crissman House
stove talking about it. As the girl in the
case was soon to have been married, the
burden of the conversation was the disap.
poin.ment anil grief that must have over
whelmed the deceived bridegroom.
"Yes," said the Sheriff, striking match
on his trousers leg and lighting the stub oil
his cigar for the fifth tlme--"Yes, the poor
fSTp i Rsys 20 a lDSd wRgt aaatIl Taai il his
don't know whether you ever knew Wig.
He was a solemn cuss, and lived down in
Ulster County. He was in love with girl
named Samantha Jane Morris. This was
before the war. They were engaged to be
married. A felar named Jim Archer came
to the town where they lived. He was
tinker, and set up tin shop. He fell in
love with Samanth. I'll call her samanth
now, but il she was here I wouldn't III
tell you why. was young blood in those
days, and mackerel soaked for month
couldn't be any iresher than was then.
Not long after went to the town got &C
quainted with Wig. He took me over u
see his girl one night, and introduced me.
Before went one of the the boys said
"'You'll like samanth. Ifyou want To
make good impression, don't be too form
al. Act as if you'd known her for years,
and she'll take to you.'"
"Wig. and l went to the house. saw at
once that Miss Morris was girl whose ap
petite must be good, and that she hadn't
been raised on ice cream and cake. She
brought out some Of her old mans cider
That cider wasn't intended for boys to tam
per with. There was ten dollars or ten day:
in every two glasses Of it. didn't seem tc
get along with Miss Morris very we'll.
thought maybe wasn't familiar enough
After had drank two glasses of that cider
made up my mind that I'D show her didn'
come there to put on airs. She sat by {
window. 1t was in July, and the window
was up. There was TO be a festival in Tn,
Methodist Church. walks over TO wher,
Samanth sat, and stood in front of her.
"Are you going to the festival. samath p
! said. Then I thought to myself, "Thati
familiar enough to suit her, guess" and
smiled all over.
"Boys, Miss Morris got up like jack in
the-box. She smatted me on the side Of th'
head with her Hat hand. l dropped out o
that window as if coal train had strurI
me, and doubled up in a barrel Of rail-
water that stood under the window. As
crawled out saw Samantha leaning out o
the window.
"samanth, Is ri 7" she yelled. you eye
come round these diggin's again, an I'll Gi
you up festival, an } ou'll think they'r
erammin' ice cream down you red hot
al found afierward that Samantha was
little tender on being called samanth, anc
the boys had played it on me.
"Well, Jim Archer set up his tin shop
and fell in love with Samantha Jane Morris
She was blame good-looking gIrl, if sh,
was little particular, and her old man haC
tho rocks. felt sorry when Samanthi
shook Wig. Macumber and froze on to Jim
for Jim was staving good fellow and one
of the boys. He used to set up with us ant
take hand in our little ten cent ante, fou
shillings limit, and generally held his own
al remember a funny thing that cam,
very near breaking up his match with sa
mantha. He sang in the choir Of the Meth.
odist church. One Saturday night we hat
been holding session at poker little late
than usual, but Jim went to church all righ
Sunday morning. The preacher was dow
cry young rooster, and when he began I,
preach Jim fell into dose. The preacher
preached along, aud grew eloquent He be
gan to describe a scene at daybreak.
"See where it comes, he said, the morn
ing. all ahush-'
"Jim woke up then. He'd been dream,
ing, s'pOse.
"a hush1 he said, load enough 10 b,
hearl all over the church. "A fush is gpod
old mani take the pot
"Jim saw where be was, and walked out
Samantha wss thsFa shs got mad. aud d