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the wood-pile. And all these terrors offer a word by way of rebuke or exposand mishaps were caused by the tiny tulation, for the reason-as she after. sting of an insignificant little wasp, not wards privately explained to Ellen and halt so large as the point of the finest Susan-that she could not get breath to cambrio needle, just as it often bappens do so : the which still further illustrates that the slim and supple tongue of some the length and vehemence of John Dashgossiping old maid will set a neighbor leigh's kiss. But just as he came to his hood by the ears, and create commo- senses again, his mother, Mrs. Manners, tions, heart-burnings, and disturbances and Susan arrived, all together, at the throughout a whole village.

garden gate, bringing, the one a cainJohn, though a little shaken by his phor bottle, another a vial of hartshorn, fall, was not otherwise injured, and in- and the third a basin of water. The deed was far more alarmed at the terror three were accompanied by Boatswain, depicted in Lacy's pale face than he had who had perceived from afar, John's asbeen at the accident which caused it. sanlt upon the person of Lucy, and who He feared that she was going to faint, immediately laid hold of the hioder porand bounding up from the ground, and tion of the offender's pantaloons, and putting Ellen aside hastily, he ran to his tagged away with great apparent fierceconsin, as she was tottering towards the Dess, no doubt hoping thereby to retrieve fence, clasped her round the waist, and his reputation for fidelity and courage, cried out lustily for somebody to bring which had, to be sure, suffered greatly water.

by his recent sudden retreat. Why-who-who are you?” cried “ Who's hurt?” cried Mrs. Manners, Lacy, struggling a little. "It's John, looking about her. Lucy," said Ellen. “He won't hurt “Get out, Bose!" said Susan, observyou." "Oh-ho!" cried Lucy, as natu- ing John's inattention to the attack in rally as could be, which John took to be his rear. “ Law! kick him, John! he'll an expression of pain or faintness.“ Get tear your trowses all to rags !" some water, Ellen,” said he. "No, no; Poor widow Dashleigh glanced at the cousin John," cried Lacy, shaking her flushed faces of her son and niece, and curls, I don't need any water-and- felt ready to sink into the ground; fearand—let me go, sir--or-why don't you ing that John might have offended the kiss me, cousin John ?”

heiress by the strange rudeness of which It was no mere cousinly kiss that she had witnessed a part. “For shame, John, not having time to grow bashful, John!" said she; "you musn't think at once pressed upon Lucy's saucy lips; young ladies in New England like to be and though she bad never been kissed in kissed and touzled about like the backthat fervent manner before, she felt in woods girls at a huskin'!" stinctively that it was the passion of a “Pooh! pooh! Polly;" cried Mrs. lover which made that first kiss such a Manners, corking up the camphor bottle long, ardent, clinging caress. She strug- again, and smiling with a shrewd exgled feebly, and though she had been pression ; "girls are very much the pale a minute before, she was rosy same wherever you find 'em. Besides, enough, I warrant you, when, as John John and Lucy are cousins, and hain't released her, she looked into his glitter- seen each other since they were children." ing eyes, and recognized the handsome “That's true,” said the widow, much face of the tall young backwoodsman relieved. that she had seen in the street at Hart- “Kiss lier again, John!" said Mrs. ford, whoin the other girls had thought Manners. so good-looking, and talked about so " Thank you, no:” cried Lucy, stepmuch, calling bin by various names and ping back. titles, as“ Robin Hood,” and “The "Come, sister Polly,” said Mrs. Man. Handsome Forester," and who-she had ners, with the saine shrewd smile. guessed at the time-had been so smitten " There's been inore scare than harm by ber beauty.

done, I guess. Let's leave 'em to make I don't know but that John would up, and do you, John, as soon as you have kept on kissing his pretty cousin can, come and look after old Bob and until this time, if it had not been for the the shay." remonstrances of Ellen, who protested, “Massy sakes !” cried Susan, when with greaj vivacity, against the prolong. the two elder ladies had departed. “I ed duration of the salute. As for Lucy expected to find somebody o'enamost herself, I must confess that she did not dead.”

“ Humph! I am nearly smothered!” wood-pile, and upsot it, and Miss Mansaid Lucy, pouting, and arranging her ners and Miss Dashleigh are tryin' to disordered collar and bonnet. You onhitch him." must have learned to kiss from the bears At hearing of this disaster, John and Indians in the Genesee country, hastily inquired of his cousin whether cuusin John. Indeed, sir, I never saw she felt strong enough to walk to the such a rude fellow."

house with Ellen's assistance; and upon At this speech, and the look of feigned being assured by Lucy of her ability to displeasure which accompanied it, John, walk without any aid whatever, he who, whatever he might have been repaired to the back-yard, where he taught in the Genesee country with re- found his mother, Mrs. Manners, and spect to the manner of kissing, had had Susan, endeavoring to extricate Old Bob but few opportunities to learn there all from the shafts of the unfortunate chaise, the ways of women; John, I say, was which lay on its beam ends upon the so extremely disconcerted, and discom- wood-pile. The performance of this task fited, and experienced such shame and he forth with took upon himself, and the distress, that his countenance, which women retired into the house. Having was always & truthful index of his unharnessed the horse and turned him thoughts, betrayed plainly the anguish into the lane to roll, righted the chaise of his soul; so that Lucy could not help and run it under the shed, he unstrapped feeling a violent pity for him.

Lucy's trunk and carried it into the hall; “Well, well, cousin John," said she, though, by this time, his hand began to in the kindest tone, and smiling as she smart and swell. However, when he extended her hand; "there's no harm saw Lucy's face in a halo of bright curls, done, after all, unless you've broken as she stooped over the banisters of the your neck tumbling out of the pear- staircase, and heard her thank him for s tree."

dear, good, cousin John, and ask if he John humbly took the little white wouldn't please bring the trunk up into band that was held out to him, and her room, he to:got all about the pain, shook it awkwardly, but did not dare and rejecting Susan's proffers of assisto kiss it, as Lucy supposed he would. ance, he mounted the stairs with his Indeed, it didn't come into his head to burden, which he would have set down do so, for he had been taught, with res- at the door of Lucy's room ; for he was pect to the matter of kissing, to proceed too modest to enter that sacred apartat once to the cheeks and lips, according ment without further invitation; but to the rude fashion prevailing at that Lucy came and held open the door, smiltime in the Genesee country. However, ing so pleasantly all the while, and so he Lucy, the little witch, knew as well as passed in by her, and finally, at her that she was a beauty, that her tall, direction, placed the trunk at the foot of well-favored cousin was her lover, and, the little white bed. Then he took as big as he was, the slave of her nerest off his hat and went out, on tiptoe, withwhim and caprice. Even gentle little out saying a word, for there was an Ellen, standing by, wonderingly guessed atmosphere of purity and innocence in the truth, and blushed at her thoughts; the place that it seemed to him would while Susan Peet, whose suspicions, be disturbed by the sound of his voice. new-born as they were, bad suddenly When he got down into the kitchen matured into firm convictivos, smiled again, Susan bathed his hand in hartsmischievously; though, at the same time, horn, and told him to hurry and get she smothered a faint pang of regret at ready for tea. So he went over to his the destruction of a vague hope, which, mother's house across the way, washed till then, she had not discovered was his face and hands, combed his hair, and alive in her heart. "I ain't wanted no put on his coat, and then returned to more," said she, rather plaintively; "so the big house, where, as soon as he made I'll

go, I believe. But, John, she his appearance, everybody sat down to added, as she opened the garden gate, the tea-table, and fell a-talking of old "you'd better come pretty soon, for times, and how he and Lucy and Ellen old Bob's tipped the shay over onto the

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thing soothing and friendly in its very precise individual who had defrauded decay. The dampness that hangs about you out of your rightfal inheritance, and the parlors, the cracks twisting through the steps that should be taken for its rethe yellow ceiling, and the fearless mice covery. that scratch and scamper behind the Such a ghost as that was worth knowwaiascot, afford me a satisfaction I ing. Give me one old fashioned, schoDever feel in the modern monuments of larly phantom, who must be talked to in newly-acquired wealth and vulgar taste, Latin, who appears at the canonical which are fast superseding the solid, hour of midnight, and, above all, who is comfortable mansions of the last cen- content to remain a permanent fixture in tury.

your house-and I will resign right, To fulfill its whole duty, your old title, and interest, in all and singular house must have a ghost and a pretty tippers, rappers, and trumpeters, that woman to live in it. But alas, for the new revelation or old imposture can back-sliding of the present! We may conjure up. moan as we will, over the weak eyes I believe that Major Wherrey values and polmonary disorders that beset men the highly respectable Shade who is and women-but the degeneration of said to haunt those queer old attic pasghosts is a real affliction.

sages that twist in and out under the I knew what would come of it when roof of the Bearbrook mansion, quite as spectres took to Webster, and spelt their much as any of his more tangible posfinal syllable t-ear. Who would be sessions. afraid of such a spectre as that_or “My dear Tom," he used to say to me, what could he have to communicate that " at the present day I know of but one would be at all worth hearing! We criterion by which to examine the should naturally expect such a fellow to claiins of our fashionable neighbors to exhibit himself for fifty cents (private the social position which they claim. sittings one dollar), and then deluge us The time was, to be sure, when if a man with his awkward flattery and common- kept a carriage with his arms painted on place mcrality.

the door, and a sober coachman to drive But a good honest ghost, who lives in him about town, you might have known a sober way in a quiet house in the he was of gentle descent, and had a country, commands my entire respect. goodly company of ancestors to vouch He has positively no connection with for him. But now everything is changed these vagrant apparitions who are flying -carriages are kept by people wliose about the land—visiting “ circles" here fathers drove them, and arms have their and there—making their ghastly jokes, market value, and may be purchased of preaching their feeble homilies, and any engraver. There is, however, one blowing iteir tin fish-borps into the ears thing the rogues cannot counterfeit. So, of skeptics. No, no, our old-fashioned when you have any doubt of the antiaristocratic gbost (that it does a man quity and consequent respectability of a good to believe in) has a hearty con- dashing family, ask, not if they keep terpt for these nomadic impostors. their groom or their coupé, but, whether There he lives in his little windy attic, they keep their ghost, and if they or mopes about his damp cellar, and don't, depend upon it they are not what dreams of the good old times when he they pretend to be." Itsed to clank his chain about the house, The last time that iny uncle thus des and frighten the straggler who went up livered himself was a year ago last faststairs to get a book, or make the little day. Mr. Barnard, Kate, and myself

, group in the parlor stir the fire and draw were lounging easily before the fire (we more closely together as they heard his had just come in damp and sleepy from solemo tramp in the hall. What thrill- a lyceum lecture) listening to the strange ing interest gathered about his commu- murmurs of the wind as it rattled the tin nications when, after years of awful sus- spout that passed under the caves, or pense, he deigned to indicate the old wandering about the large chimneys, well where he had sunk bis treasure, or groaned its solemn requiem over all the glowing hearths and sunny faces that poor little girl who-before Doctor had ono beamed upon the oak pannel- Drachma could well pronounce the quesing of the parlor where we sat-and tion—What has the camel sometimes been ther passed out into the darkness. called !--fluently responded— The ship

"I think we must bave another back- of the desert. But when I askod her log," remarked Mr. Barnard, who was wbat animal had sometimes been called standing in a “gentlemanly attitude" the sh.p of the desert, the dear little before the fire, and gazing out into the thing was terribly confused, began to cry, room with his usual complacency. “I and rather thought it was an eastern rat.' don't feel like going to bed after that “I cannot think Sunday-sebools partistrong coffee that Mrs. Wherrey made cularly desirable for the class of children for the Sunday-school children."

to be found in Doctor Drachma's con“Not for the children bat for their gregation,” remarked the major. “They teachers," interposed my aunt in correc- are made to supersede that home intion. I don't know why it is that Doc- struction and example, which the parents tor Drachma's sewing circle should drink are fully able to give, and without which their tea and coffee so very strong; but all public teaching seems a very empty as long as they get it at other places, pretence. Of course for the children of I must have it so here."

the poor and illiterate, it is a very diffe“The old excuse that would continue rent matter. I always subscribe most every evil in the world,” rejoined Bar- heartily to any plan for dispensing relinard. “How fortunate it is there are gious instruction among them-and tried some people brave enough to act up to iny best to persuade Kate to teach in their notions of right, without reference one of the ragged schools during our last to the dicta of the little community with winter in New York," whom fortune has thrown them. Old “Good !” said Mr. Barvard, “I wish absurdities, aye, and old iniquities too, you better sucoess next year; though if linger on the scene when the world is you use Drachma's catechism I should really tired of them, merely because no certainly advise some additions by way one has the courage to rise up and push of appendix. Why, I should like to them off.”

know, is it necessary to keep the rising “But this hardly applies to the use of generation posted up concerning eastern stimulants or narcotics."

rats, to the exclusion of eastern cranber"Perhaps not-even if we include in ries. Let as hear how soine oriental Sir the latter class the lecture we have Joseph Banks undertook to grow cranlistened to this evening—the world has berries in Palestine, and how inferior not yet outgrown coffee or lyceums, and they were to those produced by Major we may vainly look for such millennium. Wherrey at Bearbrook." But there are, nevertheless, many things As any joke touching the precious in which we are prepared for reform, if vegetable production, to the cultivation some one would only begin it. Take, of which my uncle had devoted so much for instance, this very Sunday-school time and study, was seldom well received system whose practical workings have my aunt judged it best to prevent a been exhibited this afternoon. What reply, by sending me into the ball to possible good can come of such questions bring in the baek-log that Mr. Barnard as this (I take the first one I see on open- had coveted. “I told John he might go ing the text-book)-For what are the and see his cousin at Piccochee to-night," rats of the East famous ?"

she remarked in explanation, “and as “For-the-length-of-their-tails-and-the- to-morrow is my washing-day the speed-of-their-running,"-responded my women have gone to bed long agoso aunt, admirably mimicking the false enn- we must help

ourselves." phasis and hurried utterance with which “I am most happy to be of service," children rattle off the information they said I, advancing to the door, “though have learned by rote.

I must questiow John's devotion to his Very well,” said Barnard, “now if cousin, for his cow-hide boots have cerI were to vary the question a little, and tainly been wandering about the entry ask you what eastern animal was cele- ever since we came home." brated for speed and tail, the chances “ And by the uncertainty of their are that you would be utterly perplexed, movement I should say that John had and complain that there was no such been drowning his loves or his sorrows question in the book. Indeed I tried the in some of his inaster's punch," drily experiment this afternoon by puzzling a observed Mr. Barnard.


As I passed out of the room, we all a pretty woman feign excessive timidity; beard a beavy sound, as of some one but then she must be really pretty to falling at full length upon the painted carry it off—and I cannot recommend canvas floor-cloth;-but nothing was one who is not to try so doubtful an exto be seen. The great hall stove threw periment. My aunt, however, is quite its dull red light on nothing save the handsome enough to do as she pleases in picture of old Judge Wherrey in his wig this and all other respects—and I am and gown, and the stiff chair, glittering sure you would have fanned, and salted bravely with its brass-headed nails, and soothed her, quite as zealously as that he used to sit upon when on Barpard and I did, had you happened in earth.

at the crisis. “ John! John!” exclaimed my aunt * And who was old Tolliwotte, aud burrying after me, and peering upon what business has his ghost here ?” inevery square inch of the floor, as if John quired Barnard, when our fair patient was a beetle that she feared to crush- was in a condition approaching conva* Why, bless me, major, the man is not lescence. here!"

“Colonel Tolliwotte " --responded my "No," said my uncle very calmly, "I uncle, in the precise and measured tone knew he wasn't there. I could have of a man who has a story to tell—and told you what it was at once-only I who knows it—"Colonel Tolliwotte was was afraid we should offend it, and it the ancestor of Captain Simon Tolliwould go off. This is very pleasant. I wotte, who owns the farm just over the am really much gratified."

river. He is described by one of his “And who or what in the name of contemporaries as 'a man who did picke wonder do all these its refer to," ex- out a way to thrive in grace, and had claimed Barnard. "Is it a dog or a much power of godliness to the fattening monkey that has been tuaking himself of leane churches. He is also mentioned so audible?"

as one who loved well Our New Eng. “Oh! neither," said my uncle very land Ordinances, and ever veered his quietly, “it is only—old Tolli wotte's tongue against foreigne ladies, apeghost."

headed pullets, and all fashions.' 'These “A ghost!” screamed my aunt, and unprofitable classes of society he seems threw herself into my arms for protec- to have dosed with a composition the tion—"Oh! you horrid abominable ma- old chronicler calls 'syrrope of reformajor-to bring me to this haunted old tion;' but his most famous exploits were rat-trap, and then invite ghosts to board, ugainst the Indians, of whom it is related and say you're glad when they come. that he did often kill as many as six Oh ! dear, dear, where shall I go?" after supper, and was greatly discipli

Upon consideration it struck Mrs. nated in grace.' It can hardly be surKate that she might as well stay where prising that a gentleman of such singular she was—a decision to which I had no accomplishment should have captivated manner of objection. Indeed my faith the affections of Dorcas Wherrie, the waxed strong in a spiritual manifesta- daughter of old Retribution Wherrie, tion which could give such a comfort- who built this house. I have never able proof of its reality. Dick Horripitts been able to ascertain any particulars says (although rather more coarsely) concerning their courtship; but the methat it is good fun to support a pretty girl lancholy event that brouglit it to a conwhile dancing the German; but, for my clusion is vividly depicted by contempopart, I think it is much better fun to do raneous authority. "It seems that poor it standing still. And I earnestly coun- Tolliwotte went out one evening to take sel those whose business it is to look his customary diversion with the Indians after such matters, to consider whether —and promised to call upon Dorcas on a new figure introducing this slight his way home. He did call; but the improvement might not be generally hapless lady never had so unwelcome a popular.

visitor. In fact, the savages bad at last We hurried back into the parlor-I, got the better of him, and he entered with a log under each arm, and Kate the house scalped (that was no great (being or pretending to be very much matter, for he wore a wig), and pierced frightened) clinging to my skirts--or with several disagreeable instruments in rather to the garment that fulfils their several vital parts of his body. He purpose in a masculine wardrobe. There staggered about the hall for some time-is surely nothing more taking than to see just as we have heard those mysterious

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