Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1884-11-12

blilINN UP lIO DdDtlo III lUO WI DONs
and took up a big handful and show
cred them into the box again" 1T is
TO be known from the others by there
| being the picter of handle on the out
side of IL, signifying winding up.
Take IL In your right hand, Peter, and
read IL out keerful" Peter thereon
read out the letter, with the contents of
which the reader has already been
made acquainted, Miss Croggins casting
shrewlsh glancos at her late lover,
while the immature young scholar
| labored through il, tho youthful giant
from the lanyard growing and paving
his chin; all of which hostile demon
STATIONS were regarded by Master
| Virgins with the equanimity of one who
knows that he has a perfect answer
wherewith to meet his accusers when
his time comes. SIN that there letter."
resumed old Mr.. Croggins, when Peter
had concluded, "he breaks OIL keeping
company with my gal short and crisp
in manner o. speaking, as any of us
could break the tail off parsnip. it
being understood, previous. by all who
knowcd 'em, that for year and half
they had been cumming on the idea of
being one day spliced in a honest and
straightfor'a way, like their fathers
and mothers was before EN-. You'll
hear what he's got to say about that
letter when IL is his turn to speak. I've
been give TO understand, though Pm
blowed if can believe it, that he's been
putting il about, and that he means TO
cheek it out here ut the same time that
nc never did make what may be called
a out-and-out promise TO our Sarah,
and that what she has mis.ook for keep
ing company was nothing but chatting
and playfulness. But Wen see all about
that presently. Fish out the letter
marked with number three, Peter. All,
that's the articles now then, let me ask
all OF you here present, If you ever
heerd OF verses being made in playful
nossP If they can be, and TedWiggins
feels playful at the present time, | call
on him to prove his words by giving us
couple verses out of hand" Thus
head. "What! you couldn't do it.
then, though. Read 'em out, Peter"
Edward Virgins blushod to the verge
of his close-cropped hair, and Miss
Croggins joined in the gigglc, in
which the company INDUCED as tho
| SCHOldl COlllDllCus W sill lllC lOhOlS
wot grown in Common Garden, least
ways, wot's carried here by rail or by
the caryer, The putiest of the lot, III
la y farden, Amt half such bloom
ing treat rs my Sarah" "Thc flowers
is sweet, SOS roses; SOS the pink, Aud
minninet it amt the wust of smells.
But if anybody harsks me wot / think,
I'll back my sal against all other
| L., :, gslNh,, ~
gins, as Peter refolded the let
ter, "thcre's couple of hours hard
work in two verses like them" de-
sheepish: "Get out | chucked the
lot off my mind one morning atween
Common Garden and Farringdon.'O
father. "When l said the verses was
two-hours' job meant for anybody
wot wasn't primod up for 'em. You
your rattling EN- of so quick" "Quick
or Slow" put in defendants mother,
who was an attentive listener to the
proceedings, "there amt nothing like II
promise in the werses.' Fright you
are, num-" returned Mr. Croggins pc.
litely; "you don't expect 10 get cow
CulilDtlS a. wy ulttl lut IOWtI COlilCS,
and you don't expect promises of mar
rage atwixt II chap and q gal who
haven't knowed each other more than
three weeks. That was the time, rs
am told, that your son had knowcd my
! daughter when he wrote the poetry
what has just been read out. Anyhow,
it shows that he had pint in his eye
he was working up TO. lie come along
afterwards, pretty sharp though for u
J young teller whose mind WAS okipied
: with nothing but chatting and playful
! ness. Fish up that next letter, Peter
the one that's writ on sugar-paper.
J Two months he'd knowed her Mt that
time, and he can't sleep for thinking of
her, and that, mindicr," added Mr..
} Croggins, impressively, latter being
up at ha' past four to go TO market and
being out with his barrer twelve
hours. It's poetry again, but the e's
only ono verse OF it, SO it wont take
: long And Peter read: dear
: Sarah, you may guess the state of my
J feelings when tell you that | throwed
off the follering lines while l was get
5 ting my breakfast this mornin', which
will account for the paper, which please
, escuse. | never had worse night s
) rest than | enjoyed last night. Alum
! bling and a-tossing from the time when
| put out the light. And when ! rose
| without q wink a-thinkDg how it was,
A summet in my bosom whispered:
Sally is tho cause Yours truly, Ted
} dy." "Now what do you call that?'
t Mr.. Croggins demanded, appealing to
the company generally al call it gal
$ and boy stuff and nonsense" replied
Il IN;c.,.;,,a Internationally, n. -.
$ over all that rubbish, and come TO the
| downright promise. That's what we
$ want to hear. don't believe he ever
made it, He's too fond OF his old
Y mother ever to have make such fool OF
r himself" Hearing this Miss Croggins
0 herself, with spiteful pursuing of her
: lips, eagerly turned over the contents OF
: the biscuit tin, and, finding the letter
Q she was in search of, handed it to heI
:. father. Recognizing the missive IL
o question, young Virgins changed color
: and half rose from his seat rs though
: about TO protest, but he was pulled
n back by his confident parent, who audi
: bly, remarked: "Be quiet, Teddy, boy
y It's all bounce. Well stick TO eacl
h other like we always have" Now
+ Peter" said plaintiff father, with /;
n twinkle in his eyes, ''you read thi.
d out distinkerly, and mind your stops. y
"Fust of Janwcry-Dear Sarah
o There was orful row atweer
!, me and my old woman about yol
a last night, because ! took you to thu
s pantcrmine, and left her at home. TIL,
/ aggravatin' old file said such 10
e against you that I'd give her one fol
Is herself il she had been anybody else
d l amt going to stand il any longer, anC
~ / want to know, plump and plain
Is whether you're willin' that we shall bt
n tied up, and when you can make il
+. convenient for the job TO come off. Sa,
Q the word and I'll open up TO your ole
s man, who haint got nothing scored NJ
{, against me 'cept tanning his donkey
5. which, for your sake, my dear, III
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