Morning journal and courier., 1885-07-17
ARsmin1.cence of Ye olden Time.

A Remfniscence of Ne Olden Time.
 A correspondent of the Waterbury Ameri- can is responsible for the following story of Eye older. time" in South Farms, town of Morris:
 Tn the archaeology of our town appears the following tale After getting little dust off it reads: When the town was young and before it was divorced from it's helpmate, Litch6eld, it was known as South Farms There lived in those days jolly old bachel- or who, in his strolls, had or made occasion to pass the parsonage, at the gate of which a pretty maid blushed demurely at him. Soon this ancient irritation, like many mod ern ones, ripened into an acquaintance. But the only good time this American Don Quix- ote could safely have to meet her master was laundering forth birthstone warnings from the pulpit. At one of these interviews they were startled by hearing the parson and wife rapping at the door for admittance. They did not know what to do. There was no chance of escap- ing by the back door and leap from the window would have been to plunge into the jaws of the lion. "For heavens sake, my dear, put me where you will," cried this jolly boy; l would not nave Guo pdLSOh Cd1OA AIo AAcAC for worlds" ''Dear me, what shall do2'' said she. 'tOh, have itl There is the big ehurn; get into that, and be quick for pity sakes, for we do not use that on Sundays" In he jump ed She clapped the lid on and unlocked the door and the good man and his wife came in the dame giving the maid sound scolding for keeping them waiting so long at the door, The maid excused herself by say ing she had been asleep. The old lady then told the maid as she had an order for butter to be delivered on the morrow she must i'm mediately put the creaA in the big churn and go to work at it; for the parson with his ether many duties in those days ran large farm and his wifes butter, like the Morris butter of to-day, was always in great de- mand. f'Lud, ma'am, said the trembling maid, "would you have me work on Sun- day?" Break the Sabbath, you jade; there is no harm working on Sunday when we are brought to it by necessity. Put in the cream churn having a faint hope that it would do. The old lady seeing what she was about commanded her to use the large churn as
 usual. The parson at that moment came
 into the room and his wife referred l the trouble with her maid to him 'sOut upon your foolishness, girl" said | the good man, Etdo you think if one of my cows got into the stream this morning that would not let her out because it is Sunday l Pish! I say go make the butter" All en treaties of the distressed girl were in vain she was obliged to do her masters bidding
 Meanwhile our bachelor friend snugly hidder | in the churn waited, well alive to his fate Soon 2 pailful of cream came down or | his bead He held his breath, hoping i | was the last. But soon came another | and another until the cream was a | high as his chin. One more pailful ant | he would be smothered. As the mex one was coming down on his head he leaped
 up, and like Jack-in- the-box, he gave mos diabolical yell, at the same time making { | horrible face, which had the desired effect | The maid, favoring the experiment, screamed "The devil is in the cream" and ran u!
 stairs The parson and his wife, frightened
 nearly out of their wits, took to their heels
 and the young man ended his adventure b. | jumping out of the churn and making .h
 best of his way home. The parson | who believed it was the devi
 who appeared to him for breaking the Sab
 bath, tried to hush it up, but it soon leake' l out and the tradition was handed down t | our day. Some of the old grand danes stil
 believe to this day that the devil was in tn | butter milk. The bachelor afterward ma1
 ried this pretty maid and they lived happil. | together for years, and we have no doubt bu
 they had many hearty laugh over this joke