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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN.
ESTABLISHED IN 1854,
By CHAS. W. HANCOCK.
VOL. 18.
SPECIAL BARGAINS
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LARGE STOCK
OF
CliOT AIXMCi
CONSISTING OF
Dress Siaits I
Business Suits I
Working Siaits l—
AND
OYHBOOATS!
WHICH MUST BE SOLD, COST OR NO COST !
ALL THE NOVELTIES IN
VT
JOHN R. SHAW’S
* Forsyth St., Ga.
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Hats. Hats. ZHletts-
In Quantity. Quality, Variety and Style are not Surpassed
by any ‘‘Concern in these parts. ’ and at Prices
that Can’t be Duplicated in this city.
REMEMBER we do what we advertise, and “don’t you forget it:”
JOHN R. SHAW,
The Boss Clothier, Hatter, Shirter, and Dealer in
Gents’ Furnishing Goods.
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KEEP TOUR EITE OP EM!
THE LARGE STOCK OF
Boots, Shoes, its, AMos I
OF
• HR,- C. BLACK
HAS BEEN BOUGHT BY
R. R. STEWART,
Who will continue the business at the same place on the
Corner Lamar Street and Public Square, : : : : Americus, Ga.
I propose to keep the stock up to the present high standard of excellence in quality,
for which Mr. Black attained deserved popularity, believing that the BEST is always the
goods desired by the people. My prices for all goods shall be moderate and suited to
please the most fastiueous in style, as well as the most scrupulous in economy, and in
every instance I will GUARANTEE them to be the best goods in the State for the money.
Messrs J. H. BLACK, Jr., H. M. BROWN and R. M. STEWART
Have been retained as salesmen, who will be pleased to exhibit and sell to the patrons of
the house at any and all times. Visits solicited whether you purchase or not, look at and
price my goods. I invite the friends and patrons of the late firm to continue their favors,
and all others are cordially invited to call and inspect, price, and if consistent with their
notions, purchase.
GlfE ME *1 CALL:
novl-3m It. K. STEWART.
A L L PERSONS WISHING
PICTURES TAKEN
BY ME, WILL PLEASE CALL SOON, AS I SHALL
CLOSE BUSIJVESS M* AMERICUS
ON ACCOUNT OF HAYING MADE ARRANGEMENTS ELSEWHERE.
Don’t put it off till the last moment—Come soon.
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INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS
AMERICUS, GEORGIA; WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 6, 1882.
E^GULATofj
Tangement of Liver, Bowels and Kidneys.
SYMPTOMS OF A DISEASED LIVER.
Bad Breath; Pain in the Side, sometimes the
pain is felt under the Shoulder-blade, mistaken for
Rheumatism ; general loss of appetite; Bowels
generally costive, sometimes alternating with lax;
the head is troubled with pain, is dull and heavy,
with considerable loss of memory, accompanied
with a painful sensation of leaving undone something
which ought to have been done; a slight, dry cough
and flushed face is sometimes an attendant, often
mistaken for consumption; the patient complain*
of weariness and debility; nervous, easily startled;
feet cold or burning, sometimes a prickly sensation
of the skin exists; spirits are low and despondent,
and, although satisfied that exercise would be bene
ficial, yet one can hardly summon up fortitude to
try k—in fact, distrusts every remedy. Several
of the above symptoms attend the disease, but cases
have occurred wnen but few of them existed, yet
examination after death has shown the Liver to
have been extensively deranged.
It should be used by all persons, old and
young, whenever any of the above
symptoms appear.
Persons Traveling or Living in Un
healthy Localities, by taking a dose occasion
ally to keep the Liver in healthy action, will avoid
all Malaria, Bilious attacks, Dizziness, Nau
sea, Drowsiness, Depression of Spirits, etc. It
will invigorate like a glass of wine, but is no in
toxicating beverage.
If You have eaten anything hard of
digestion, or feel heavy after meals, or sleep
less at night, take a dose and you will be relieved.
Time and Doctors* Bills will bo saved
by always keeping the Regulator
• in the House!
For, whatever the ailment may be, a thoroughly
safe purgative, alterative and tonic can
never be out of place. The remedy is harmless
ami does not interfere with business or
pleasure.
IT IS PURELY VEGETABLE,
And has all the power and efficacy of Calomel or
Quinine, without any of the injurious after effects.
A Governor's Testimony.
Simir.ons Liver Regulator has been in use in my
family for some time, and I am satisfied it is a
valuable addition to'the medical science.
J. Gill -Shorter, Governor of Ala.
Hon. Alexander XL Stephens, of Ga.,
says: Have derived some benefit from the use of
Simmons Liver Regulator, and wish to give it a
further trial.
“The oply Thing that never fails to
Relieve.”—l have used many remedies for Dys
pepsia, Liver Affection and Debility, but never
nave found anything to benefit me to the extent
Simmons Liver Regulator has. I sent from Min
nesota to Georgia for it, and would send further for
fuch a medicine, and would advise all who are sim
ilarly affected to give it a trial as it seems the only
thing that never fails to relieve.
P. M. Janney, Minneapolis, Minn.
Dr. T. IV. Mason says: From actual ex
perience in the use of Simmons Liver Regulator in
iny practice I have been and am satisfied vo use
and prescribe it as a purgative medicine.
only the Genuine, which always
has on Hie Wrapper the red Z Trade-Mark
and Signature of ,J. 11. ZEILIN & CO.
FOR SALE BY ALL DRUGGISTS.
TUTT’S ~
EXPEQTffIIfICiT
1* composed of Herbal and Mucilaginous prod
ucts, which permeate the substance ol the
Lungs, expectorates the acrid matter
that collects in the Bronchial Tubes, and forms a
soothing coating, which relieves the Ir
ritation that causes the cough. It. cleanses
the lungs of all Impurities, strengthens
them when enfeebled by disease,"invigor
ates tho circulation of the blood, and braces the
nervous system. Slight colds often end in
consumption. It is dangerous to neglect
Ihem. Apply tlie remedy promptly. A
testof twenty years warrants tho assertion that
uoremedy has ever been found that is ns
prompt mits effects as TUTT’S EXPECTORANT.
A single dose raises the phlegm, subdues
inflammation, and its use speedily cures the most
obstinate cough. A pleasant cordial, chil
dren take It readily. For Croup it is
Invaluable and should be in every family.
TUTT'S
PILLS
ACT DBgECTLY S ON^IETIviff l !
Cures Chills and Fever, Dyspepsia,
Sick Headache, Hilious Colic,Constipa
tion, Rheumatism, Files, Palpitation o 1
the Heart, Dizziness, Torpid Liver, and
Female Irregularities. If you do not “feel
very well,” a Binule pill stimulates the stomach,
restores the nnpetife, imnarta vigor to the system.
A NOTED SlifllE SAYS:
Du. Tutt:— Dear Sir: lor ten years 1 havo
been a martyr to Dyspepsia, Constipation and
Files. Last springy our pills were recommended
to me; I used them (but withlittle faith). lam
now a well man, have good 1 appetite, digestion
perfect, regular stools, piles gone, and I have
gained forty pounds solid flesh. They are worth
their weight in gold.
REV. It. L. SIMrSON, Louisville, Ky.
-Office. 3.% Murray St., New York.
/ DR. TUTT’B MANUAL of I scfulx
Receipts I ItLE on application. )
GENTS’ FURNISHING GOODS
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fitters
Remember that stamina, vital energy, the
life principal or whatever you may choose
to call the resistant power which battles
against the causes of disease and death, is
the grand safeguard of health. It is tho
garrison of the human fortress, and when it
waxes weak, the true policy 1* to throw in
Reinforcements. In other words, when such
an emergency occurs, commence a course of
Hostetter’s Bitters. For sale by Druggists
and Dealers, to whom apply for Hosttetter’s
Almanacs for 1888.
Or. D. P. HOLLOWAY,
DentisT,
Americas. ... Georgia
Treatssuccessfully all diseases of the Den
tal organs. Fills teeth by the improved
method, and inserts artificial teeth on tho
best material known to the profession.
|3yOFFICE over Davenport and Son’s
Drug Store. marllt
Your account is due and I need the
money, so call and settle, at
Dr. Eldridge’s Drug Store.
Written for the Republican.
In memory of my Classmate, Ida K.
mcKenney.
BT MAUDE MIDDLETON.
Ah, mother, 1 am dying now,
And the fleeting days of my past,
Blend their iridian sunshine,
With this—the shadow of my last;
From memory’s palace they rise,
Like foam upon the crested wave,
And scattering pearls beneath my feet,
Paint a promise above my grave.
My young life is ebbing fast; but—
Like the sun setting in splendor,
Will rise in that bright, upper day.
And shine with a love more tender,
Will rise purer than the breeze which—
Sweeping the woodlands from afar,
Shakes the stems of dipping lilies.
And then diffusive hells unbar.
Yes, I’m dying, surely dying,
And sister as I upward ily,
Will you sing the dear song of my—
College days, “The Sweet Bye-and-Bye.”
Sing it quickly, darling, for ere—
You finish the words sweet and old,
My heart will cease its beating, and—
Heaven my dream of rapture unfold.
Lay me to sleep near the Alma —
Mater I so fondly cherished,
Whose pealing bell once proudly rang
Of the glory that has perished.
I’ll ne’er see it again, tor iny—
Like witli the tight is expiring,
Earth fades, and elysium gleams,
Kiss me father, I am dying.
THE LOST BRIDEGROOM.
In a ragged and mountainous district
of Wales is situated a mining village,
noted for this little story which the
miners tell to their children.
Years ago in the little village of—-
there was an humble but neatly-kept
cottage, where an old miner dwelt with
his wife and only child—a son. And
Alick was but a young boy when he
first descended into the mines with his
father.
One evening, as the old miner was
returning home from a neighboring
village, his attention was attracted by
a little girl. She was weeping bitter
ly. A few broken, almost inarticulate
•words told that she had been deserted
by her mother. The child, weary and
hungry, had cried itself to sleep, and
while she was sleeping, the unnatural
parent had forsaken her.
The old man was touched by the in
cident. Raising her tenderly in his
arms, he wended his way homeward.
Entering the cottage he placed the
light burden in his wife’s lap, saying;
“God in His wisdom has seen fit to
choose our home from all the other
homes in the villiageto shelter this des
erted child. Knowing your kind heart,
wife, 1 did not fear to bring the little
one to you.”
The dame pressed the good man’s
hand affectionately in reply. Amy —for
so the child was called—was soon seat
ed before a simple repast.
Alick, on his return from the parish
school, welcomed the little girl with
every expression of pleasure.
Years passed away, and Amy’s
childhood days were spent.
Without great claims to beauty,
there was, nevertheless, a charm about
her which all recognized.
The miner and his wife were not sur
prised when Alick one day asked them
for their consent to make Amy his wife,
and to this request they accorded their
heartfelt blessing;
For Dyspepsia,
Costiveness,
l Sick Headache,
Chronic Diar
rhoea, Jaundice,
Impurity of the
Blood, Fever and
) Ague, Malaria,
and all Diseases
caused by De-
The day for the rustic nuptials was
named, and was looked forward to as
an occasion of general rejoicing. The
happy day arrived, work was suspended
that all might join in the merry-making.
Taking the hand of the trembling
girl within his own,-Alick. according
to the long-established custom of the
village, led the way to the little vine
covered church, where the parish priest
blessed their love. Children strewed
flowers by the way-side and sang gay
songs. Each guest had made a modest
offering, but to no one would Alick
confide the nature of his gift, wishing,
as he did, to excite an agreeable sur
prise.
When they had returned to the cot
tage Alick kissed his wife, telling her
he would leave her but for a short sea
son. He left the house, ana, with one
last, lingering look at the doorway
where Amy stood wavinga merry adieu,
he hurried off in the direction of the
old mines, and a curve in the road soon
hid him from view. As his lithe figure
disappeared Amy uttered a faint sigh,
suggestive of a dull foreboding evil on
the fullness of her mirthful joy.
Days passed, and search had been
made everywhere. Weeks followed;
then months. But the bridegroom did
not return. Nor could his absence and
strange disappearance be accounted for.
No clew was gained by those who
searched untiringly. At length hope
was abandoned. The widowed bride
clung tenaciously to one idea, which
seemed almost like a folly, in life or
death, she would see her husband again
before she was called away from earth.
This belief afforded her comfort, and
the neighbors, while they did not share
tho conviction, humored her in the
thougnt, and spoke regretfully of the
sad changes that sorrow had wrought
in her fresh young face.
Forty years were gone, and but for
the sad, wisttul face of old Amy, and
the whispered stories of the peasantry,
the unaccountable disappearance of
Alick would have been forgotten. But
the tale told in an under breath by
many a hearth was, that Alick had
been carried off by an evil spirit, with
whom he had held compact. Many
even went so far .as to say that his roul
haunted the old cottage, and had been
seen during stormy nights in the moun
tains. ' Amy indeed asserted that she
often heard his voice calling her, and
the light that burned always from
nightfall until dawn in her casement
told that her heait ever kept vigil over
his fate.
The old cottage continued to be
thought haunted by ghostly visitors,
and because of this superstition none
would occupy it. It gradually fell into
decay. The women of the village rare
ly passed the dead miner’s house with
out offering a prayer for the restless
soul.
The old mines having been worked,
it was at length determined that new
excavations should be opened. Amid
the operations a subterraneous murmur
was heard mingling with the sound of
the pike. Suddenly a wailing cry rent
the air, and the earth seemed to trem
ble. Those above rushed in terror to
the mouth of the pit, and the most
fearless were about to decend, when
the call-bell was rang violently. Every
rope was at once put in use, while the
miners were white and trembling with
intense fear.
To every inquiry they accorded the
m ist discontented replies, such as “a
mm,” “a demon,” “a miracle!” At
length from one old man they garnered
that they had worked steadily to open
communication between the new and
the old mine, but finding only a small
obstruction at last a sturdy blow was
ma le, and the dividing wall had given
way; that when the cloud of dust had
passed from before their astonished
sjesthey saw a young man; that he
was lying upon a rocky bed; beseemed
to be sleeping; that his cheeks looked
fresh and fair, and that his lips were
still red. Instead of appproaching him
they had fled in flight, filled with the
belief that it was an evil spirit in hu
man guise that they beheld.
The owner of the mine listened at
tentively. As the old man ceased lie
rushed forward exclaiming: “To the
miue!” Soon the truth was known.
Ere many minutes three miners issued
forth, bearing between them the body
of the young man. With a feeling of
irrepressible horror they laid him down
upon the green sward. His clothes
were old and indicated a style worn
years and years ago; all were, however,
in a perfect state of preservation. He
seemed dressed as though for a fete. In
his hand he held a box. It contained
a gold cross, chain and medallion.
Time had blackened these little pledges
which the stranger had doubtless in
tended for some Village maiden.
They were about to raise tho body
and bear it away for burial, when old
Amy was seen approaching.
They made way for Iter, and those
near at hand were struck by the singu
lar expression of her face. Her eyes
sparkled with new life, and her steps,
usually so feeble, seemed almost to
have gained the elasticity of youth.
Waving them aside with an imposing
dignity, she advanced directly toward
the dead man. Kneeling, she parted
the dark hair on his brow and murmur
ed, in a tone of inexpressible love and
tenderness, his name—“ Alick!”
At once all was clear. In an instant
the old people present recognized ihe
companion of their youth. Again she
spoke:
“Alick, friend of my childhood, my
husband, I knew that we would meet
again on earth.”
As she ceased speaking, her head
dropped lower and lower, until it sank
upon his breast, as if in prayer.
At length the yonng men advanced to
remove the body. Gently the women
raised tho figure of the forlorn woman.
Seeing that she made no resistance,
they bent over her, and found that she,
too, was dead. Her long, loving vigil
was at an end. The same grave holds
them both, and many a sweet flower is
laid upon it in remembrance of their
fate, while the legend of their love is
often recounted in the humble homes of
the poor. —New York Daily News.
She SwakT. —“Do you know the
nature of an oath?” asked the judge of a
colored woman.
“Yes, sah; I reckon I does.”
“You know, then, what it is to
swear.”
“Yes, sah; I reckon I does.”
“Hold up your hand and swear.”
She held up her hand and ripped out
an oath which almost took the judge’s
breath.
“I’ll send you to jail for this, yon
miserable creature.”
“Fur what jedge?”
“For using profane language in this
court room.”
“I dosiqt know what yer means by
’fane language. Yer tole me to swar,
an’ I swar’d. White folks gittin’ so
high up it gins a nigger a crick in the
naik to look up at ’em. I’segwine ter
leave dis town, case I wa’n’t born in
Arkansaw, now how.
WOMAN.
Hope for Siifferfln Woman.*Nome*
ailing" Neiv Under tbe Sun.
By reason of her peculiar relations, and
her peculiar ailments, woman has been com
pelled to suffer, not only her own ills, but
those arising from the want of knowledge,
or of consideration on tho part of those with
whom she stands connected in the social
organization. The frequent and distressing
irregularities peculiar to her sex have thus
been aggravated to a degree which no lan
guage can express. In the mansions of the
rich and the hovel of the poor alike, woman
has been the patient victim of ills unknown
to man, and which none but she could en
dure—and without a remedy. But now the
hour ot her redemption has come. She need
notsuffer longer, when she can find relief
in Dr. J. Bradfields Female Regulator,
“Woman’s Best Friend.” Prepared by Dr.
J. Bradfield, Atlanta, Ga. Price, trial size,
74c; large size, *1.50! For sale by all drug
gists. novß ‘>m
Drugs and Patent Medicines can be
bought cheap for cash, at
Dr. Eldridge’s Drag Store.
Hit. BAYBERRY’S DILEMMA.
BY HELEN WHITNEY CLARK.
“I never was in such a peck of trou
ble in my life,” mused Benedict Bayber
ry to himself, abstractedly stroking his
chest-nut-brown whiskers, and frown
ing in a manner quite foreign to his
usual “happy-go-easy” disposition.
“I used to think if ever I fell in love
I’d know my own mind; hut I’ll swan
if I ain’t plum beat this time, and no
mistake. I’d rather dig a hull field of
potatoes, or cut medder six weeks in
succession than try to tell which o’
them two girls I like best. I’ve studi
ed and studied for hours at a time
whether I’d ask Selina Feabody or
Delilah Dobbins, an’ the more I studied
over it, the more befuddled’l get. Them
bein step sisters, too, makes it kind of
worse, fur when I go to the house I’m
sure to see ’em both, and I’m plagued
if I can tell which one I’d rather have.
Delilah’s a leetle the peakedest; but
then she’s got such little, white hands
and such black eyes, and her cheeks are
as red as any hollyhock I ever see. And
then Selina she’s plump as a wood
pigeon, and her hair like streaks of
goldeny sunshine, and eyes as shy and
blue as wildasters. Of course, folks’ll
talk if I marry either one of ’em, being
as they’re poor and Miss Feabody takes
in washing; but I reckon I’m able to
please myself, and ain’t got to say, ‘by
your leave,’ to nobody.”
Mr. Bayberry was certainly able to
please himself, if the best farm in the
country, with a cozy dwelling house
and a snug “nest egg” in the village
gave him the right.
“And 1 must marry soon,” he con
tinued, growing more perplexed than
ever; “for Miss Cranehill has hinted
pretty strong of late that I may have to
look out for another housekeeper soon,
as folks are beginning to talk. Strange
they never began to talk before, when
she’s kept house for me three years
now. I ’spose she has an eye to be
mistress here, from the way she talks.
On the same Saturday afternoon
pretty Selina Peabody had been ironing
since seven o’clock in the morning.
The heat in the close kitchen had crim
soned her cheeks and curled her hair
in little rings about her.
“I do wonder,” she was ’hiuking to
herself, with a happy light in the shy,
blue eyes; “I wonder if he will be at
church to-morrow, and if he will walk
home with us.”
As the acute reader doubtless guesses,
the “he” in this instance meant Mr.
Bayberry.
And—
“l hope it won’t snow to-morrow,
thought Miss Delilah Dobbins, as she
doubled a pink satin ribbon into a bow,
and tried its effect on her complexion.
“I hope it won’t snow, for I want to go
to church. Of course Mr. Bayberry
will be there; and if I don’t get a pro
: posal from him this time, it wont be
my fault. I’m tired to death of work
ing and drudging, and being a nobody,
and to-morrow I’ll set my wits to work,
and—”
“Delilah!”
“Dear me! there’s ma calling; what
do they want now?”
And Miss Delilah flounced down
stairs with an impatient shrug of the
shoulders and a frown between her
black eyebrows.
“Well what do you want?” she
pouted, sulkily.
Her stepmother looked up with a
pale from the basket of clothes over
which she was stooping.
“I think you will have to carry Mrs.
Simonson’s clothes home, Delilah. Ned
has to go to mill, and—”
“I won’t do any such a thing!” snap
ped the black-eyed beauty, crossly.
“Carry home clothes, indeed, as if I was
a servant girl! Why don’t Selina go,
if anybody must?”
“Selina has been ironing since early
this morning, and is tired out,” answer
ed Mrs. Peabody, mildly, not daring to
venture a stronger remonstrance.
“Well, upon my word!” sneered De
lilah. “Selina’s getting mighty fine of
late, if a little work lays her out.
Anyhow. I shan’t budge, if Mrs. Sim
onson goes without clothes all the days
of her life. I’m busy fixing my dress
to wear to church to-morrow; so you
needn’t call me any more till supperV
ready.”
And she hastened hack to finish the
pink bow and put another ruffle on the
skirt of her cashmere frock.
“What shall wo do, Selina?” groan
ed Mrs. Peabody, despairingly. “Mrs.
Simonson’s our best customer, and she’s
so particular about havin’ her clothes
early Saturday afternoon; and Delilah’s
so fractious—”
“Nevermind Delilah, ma. I’ll take
the clothes home. I ain’t so very tired
—and you won’t have much to do for
supper. I parched the coffee in the
oven while I was ironing, and there’s
enough cold biscuits and apple-sauce.”
And Selina hurriedly wrapped a scar
let and black plaid shawl about her
plump shoulders, tied on her bine
worsted hood, and started out with
Mrs. Simonson’s basket of clothes.
******
“Je—rnsalem! I’ve got it now!” and
the frown disappeared from oyer Mr.
Bayberry’s nose, while his handsome
face brightened perceptibly. “I see my
way now, clear as daylight, and I
shan’t havo to marry Miss Cranehill,
or go without a house-keeper,either, as
she hinted I would! I’m a goin’ to
leave it all to chance—or Providence,
rather—an’ the first one of them girls
I see by herself, I’m a goin’ to pop the
question to her right straight off! An’
now, that question’s settled an’ off my
,mind, I’ll go down and see ’Squire
| FOUR DOLLARS PER ANNUM.
NO. 23.
Simonson about trading fur that gray
mare of his’n.”
And, donning his overcoat and hat,
Mr. Bayberry strode down the frosty
road to ’Squire Simonson’s and also to
his fate; for as he turned into the lane,
where the last scarlet and gold leaves
had fluttered down from the tall maples
tiy the road, he encountered a little
figure in a red and black plaid shawl,
with a blue worsted hood setting off the
maize gold hair and the pink-tinted
cheeks.
“Jerusalem!” muttered Mr. Bayber
ry, exultantly; “if it ain’t Selina! And,
somehow anuther, I can’t help feeling a
little mite glad it is her, instead of the
black-eyed one; though I did think I
couldn’t choose between ’em.”
The short wintry day was drawing
to a close when Selina reached home:
- “So you’ve come at last!” snapped
Delilah, opening the door with a jerk,
as she caught the sound of footsteps
outside, “Might as well have stayed
all night, while you was about it!
Why, Mr. Bayberry! is it really you?
Do come in, won’t you?” and the little
white hand was held out, while the
black eyes looked coquetishly into his.
“Well, I don’t reckon I’ll stop this
time, Delilah,” returned the visitor,
with a smile twinkling in his hazel
brown eyes: “I only just come to bring
my wife home on a visit.”
“Your—wife?”
The black eyes expressed the amaze
ment her tongue failed to utter.
“My wife!” repeated Mr. Bayberry,
complacently, “I’m your brother-in
law now, Miss Delilah. But Selina
can tell you better’n I can—how I met
hera-goin’ to ’Squire Simonson’s, and
popped the question on the spot; and
then the ’Squire, he mistrusted some
thing, an’ begun a jokin’ us, and first
think I knew I was a-ridin’ off on his
gray mare to git a license—that’s what
kep’ us so late. And the ’Squire he
married us—so that’s all. I’ma-goin’
to git the light wagon to take Selina
home.
Delilah’s wrath knew no bounds.
“Selina knew well enough he was
a-going to Simonson’s to-day,” she
stormed, while her mother and sister
finished getting supper, with light
hearts and smiling faces—“she knew
he was going to be there, and that is
the reason she was so willing to take
the clothes. I can see through her
slight manoeuvres.”
But Mr. Bayberry never regretted the
happy solution of his dilemma.
Han Yager’s New Dog.
George Dittoe, of the Kentucky State
Journal, is hard to beat on the Dutch
vernacular. Just listen to him:
Han Y rger has anew dog, almost
brand-new, for it is only a few weeks
old. His neighbor objecting to the cries
of the pup at night time,yesterday spoke
to Mr. Yager about it, while each was
standing at his front gate. The neigh
bor remarked:
“Mr. Yager, I’m not a person tofiud
fault with everything, but doesn’t your
pup cry a little too much at night?
Now last night my wife and I lost sev
eral hours sleep by the crying of that
pup.”
“You don’d like dat moosic, eh?”
“Well, no; I do not.”
“Yell, 1 vas sorry mid dat; aber I
can no help him. A young tog is a
paby, unit pabies moostcry, haint it?”
“But why don’t you whip him and
make him keep quiet?”
“You dinks I got me no more sense
as to whip a paby? You dinks I vas
gruelty to animools?”
“Oh, well, it will do to talk that way,
but if I’d had that pup I’d either make
him stop yelling after night or I’d kill
him.”
At this point Mr. Yager quit leaning
over the gate, took his pipe from his
mouth, stood up straight and asked:
“Vas you dhrough mit your gom
plaint?”
“Yes, I have nothing more to say at
present.”
“Veil; I hear me you got a paby in
your house, ain’t it?”
“Yes, but it is a human baby, not a
dog baby.”
“Schoost so; und I dell you meic
friendt, I vas a mans dat don’d find
fault mid eferdings; but don’d you dink
'dat paby gries a leetle doo mooch efery
nighd? Mein fratt und me don’d gan’t
schleep dwo hours in tozen fur der gry
in’ fon dat paby fur more as four
weeks; und I like me not dat. Und
den I sebpeak to my frau und say,
‘Kady, I pelief me now vas a goot time
lur to raise a tog pup. We don’d can’d
schleep anyvay, from dat neigbpor’s
paby gryin' efery nighd, und ouf we got
a tog pup we got nighd moosic of our
own, und ven dat grazy paby vas done
gryiu’ we got a tug raised ain’t it?”
Und I got me dot tog paby; und now,
mein freidnt, I tells you vat I do mit
you. I don’d like to make droubles
mit mein neighpor. I vas kind to you;
und tells you vat I do; Onf you kills
your paby I kills my paby. Schpeak
mit your frau aboud it.”
And Hans walked into the house.
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