News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1882-07-13
"Then Silas he iest knocked me down

linen Sllas he Jest knocked me down,
and I sent for the proper parties and
had him took up, and he's in Jail. You
see there wasn't no one else to take 'em,
and he had holiday. and he went off
and spreed 'em away in New York. He's
worked for me long time, and I'm cut
up about it. Sos my wife. I'd ruther
cen Almost anybody else had done it
so would she."
Mr.. Parker and esteemed friends. F"
said the squire, waving his hand to his
audience, now augmented by the lady
with the new broom =" Mr.. Parker and
friends, this here is one of the most I'M
fathomable mysteries it has ever been
my fate to attempt to penetrate.
Here air two Teller citizens, my es-
teemed coadjutor, Mr.. Moses Parker.
perhaps the most celebrated merchant
of our world-renowued town of Pinnin-
VILE, and here is that hitherto highly
respected young man, Silas Tucker.
wrapped IN abysses of the darkest
gloom. The shadder of suspicion rests
upon our city like a nightmare, The
brows of my Teller citizens grow fur
rered. Be it my task to eliminate the
light of truth out of this chiarrer oscur-
rer, as my friend, the eminent photo
grapher on my left, pertinently re-
marked in his studio but yesterday. 7
pledge myself to this work, like Dioo-
ones with his lantern, with whom nv
friend, the school master, who has lust
come in, is naturally familiar. I will
| discover the facts of this case, and /
trust I shall find the honest man in our
hitherto respected feller-citizen S;,os
Tucker. I'll be over at court to-mor-
row, rely on me. Mr.. Parker, what do
ask for this here very fine apple butter ?
"Dollar pail, Squire, said Mr.. Par
ker. "That's the apple butter was
stirring when 1 missed the money"
SIT becomes historical" said the
squire. "I'll take pail"
"Send it over right away ?" asked Mr..
Parker.
'Pn take it." said the squire. 81
have no petty pride about me, sir;
none"
So the pail was handed over, big
trade dollar dropped into Mr. Parker's
money drawer, and the squire walked
home across the common.
Despairing Peggy waited at table
with swollen eyes and very red nose.
Mrs. Baldwin, a sallow, serious lady,
who took dark view of life in general.
shook her head and groaned. The two
Misses Baldwin were eager to know
what had been done for poor Silas.
The squire nodded mysteriously.
monday will show" he said. "Wife,
[ reckon I'd like a little of that apple
butter. Dish out some, won't you ?"
Mrs. Baldwin obeyed, and came back
with a contemptuous expression of
countenance.
''Next time you go and buy apple |
butter, ask eff 1 can't make it better than |
Jane Ann Parker" said she. ''This is
full of Jumps"
She set the glass dish on the table,
and dipped table spoon in the apple
butter, then shrieked:
"GOod gracious !" and every one at
the table, as well as Peggy Porter walk
ing around it, saw that she held upon
her spoon-tip a long Melted purse,
through the meshes of which something
glittered.
GA purse of money - she cried and
he squire, bringing his fist down on
he table, roared: ,
"This here mystery is elucidated. {
Parker has billed his seventy dollars in {
lis apple sarse."
AN hour later the audience in the {
store gathered about the squire, as he !
food beside the counter
There are moments, fe1Tow-cifizens. ,.
said the squire, "when inspiration {
Gems to be bestowed on us poor NOR G
ais. Why did buy this apple sarse !? I
Fwould be flying in the face of Provi- G
lence not to admit that it was inspira- q
ion. 1t is evident that our esteemed .
eller-townsman, Mr.. Moses Parker,
q bis zeal to assist his admirable wife
i her household duties, leaned over the =
ettle of apple sarse and let fall from :
is manly buzzom that there purse of :
old into the boiling mass.
''There it might have rested on q Il
helf, while our once most hiehly-re-
pected fellow .townsman, Mr.. Silas
tucker. mouldered in prison, but that 1 {
as led to purchase this pail. Ladies and ,
entlemen, 1 see your brows are smooth
gain, and 1 rejoice to have been the
umble instrument"
Later in the day Silas Tucker had an .
lterview with his employer. .
you're burned old fool" said he,
and l had orter thrash you" O.
"Soyou orter, Silas, said Mr.. Parker. o
L admit 1t, but I'd ruther you wouldn't, Z,
'r the sake of my family. Mrs. Parker's =
erves are out of order. If you'll come a
ack, Silas, I'll be obliged to you, and u u
pologize before all these folks"
GAN right" said Silas. "Only, Mr.. "
arker, after this I shill expect to be u
Gated with servility." ~
$50 you shill be-" said Mr.. Parker. ~
So you shiIl be, Silas :" and peace was 70
tablished once more.-Ledger. "