Connecticut western news., 1886-06-02

countenance fell rod, I tell ye. But if you'd ben there, as I was, an seen the molasses and oats drippin' off his trow- sers-legs into the tops of his shoes, his hands all paint an sand, an his stove pipe hat all stove in on one side, with a big gaub O putty, you'd "a thought the specimen O humanity was the wust you ever see. He went round an begun to pick up things, an says I: Josiah, what's become O that cud O tobacker. ye put in yer mouth jest as ye started off?'
 'tGoshl Samantha, I must hev swal- lered it.
 ''Ye oughter seen his eyes when he said it. Elf it had pizened him then and there, should have laughed to seen that scart and melancholy look on his face | as soon as reminded him ont.
 "'Swallered it2'" says I. "sYes, swallered it. I guess if you | had been jounced out of that CT wagin the way was, yoa'd a-swallered yer tongue, | du oCCldlC GWOulo d UCCu d SOOu tAAuR for me eff ye had.'
 "Jest as he said that, I looked down the road. What should I see a-comin' but Sam Pease's team, an if yon had seen Josiah Jones and them feathers a-streakin it through that cornfeld yon- der, you'd thought the Evil One was at i his heels.
 "As Sam come along up, says he: "'WhY, Mis- Jones, what's the mat teri Did ye git split outa"
 "No,' says I, Ih'aint, but ev'rything else has,
 "T should think SOL says he. Has everything goncY"
 Yes, even to Josiah.'
 Was MT. Jones with yc2"' "'He soas, but he ain't now;' an I laughed agin, as thought how that corn must be feathered out by that time.'
 "Can't help ye to right up things little2'"
 "'No.' says I; I guess Josiah'l be back pretty quick Then he didn't git hurt, did he9'"
 "'Oh, no! I guess he'll kem out ont all right says I, but I kep' up terrible thinkin' all the time, wonderful how he was gittin' out ont without me there to help him find his shirt an things; for tho Tve lived with that man goin' on twenty-five years, an alias put his shirt in the same place, yit he alias come to me saying:
 Samantha, where's my shirt9'
 "Wal, Sam he histed the wagin round a little so't he could git by, an he picked up some O the things, an he drove along. By-an'by I heerd the bushes kinder crackin' behind me, an I looked round, an there was Josiah a meachin' along, peekin' through the bushes, an whisperin':
 Samantha, is anybody round therea'
 !" Mo- says I. "'What ye 'fraid onj h'aint ye got rigged up yet2'
 sYes, the best could I can't git it all of my hands, nor out O my hair, an don't want to see nobody till we get out O this scrape. For goodness sake, Samantha, I wish you'd scratch some dirt over that paint an stuff there, so 'twon't look quite so destructive. Sich consarned luck, anyway! mother time, Samantha, I wish you'd stay to hump
 "'Good land O Twin! what hev l donea Didn't tell ye not to take this roadp
 "sWal, mother time, set in the wagin, then, an mot be a-pilin' out jest fer lit tie hill.'
 "'Jest fer little hill! I should say so! You'd jest like ter had me a-wal- lerin' round in that mess, too, wouldn't yea I tell ye what 'tis, old man, don't care to feather my nest in that way Wal, feather yer nest or not, we shall have to work mighty hard to make up this ere loss; an that ain't all, Tn thinkin' nuther. That jouncin' I got an , the run through the cornfeld has shook
 my dinner down, an shall be mighty
 glad to git hum an git somethin' t'eat I ''There he was, ben through what ht 1, had, an mournin' over all he'd lost, an yit the fust thing he thought on when h. :, really come to his senses, was eatin. IT. Wal, we got hum afore dark, an sicl !, keepin' Sataday night you never see :, an to save our gizzards we couldn't gi :, that hoss cleaned off so we could driv s him to meetin' Sunday; an Josiah hat
 to stay to hum for the same reason tn : hoss did.
 "Somehow I felt so tickled all tn :, time a-thinkin' O the scrape that wan ? in very go-to-meetin' mood myself; bu - thought mebbe 'twould sober me dow an I guess 'twould if it hadn't ben fo :, the sermon. Ye see, our minister preach . ed to young men that Sunday, an whe
 he says, says he: Young men, beware c
 the down-hill road; it leads to destrue
 tion," I thought O Josiah an his de
 struction on that road, an I snickere N right out-I couldn't help it. An a this day can't hear them few word :, without feelin' jes' so."-Rena RiUerto,
 Not High Enough for That. re 'oh, papa" exclaimed little boy pa
 senoer with his face to the window, ''wh.