North Branch democrat. (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, January 24, 1866, Image 1

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• Nowton Centre, Lurerne County Pa.
Tunkkonnock, Pa. Office "n Stark's Brie
ek, Ttoga street.
Ice in Stark's Brick Block Tioga St., Tunk
Office on Tioga "Street, TunkhatinockPa.
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Tke undersigned having lately pun based the
" BUBHLER HOUSE " property, has already com
menced such alterations and improvements as will
. • t Jer this old and popular House equal, if not supe
r v, to any Hotel in the City of II arris burg.
A*continuance of the public patronage is refpect
faily ■diuitcd.
rHIS eitahliihmont h is recently been refitted an
furnished in the latest style K\;erv attention
-*ill be given to the comfort and convenience of those
wed patronize the House.
T. B WALL, Owner and Proprietor .
Tunkhannock, September 11, l-o'l.
Wm. 11. CORTRIGIIT, Prop r
HAVING resumed the proprietorship of the a-v-
Hotel, the undersiguel will i-are u< effort v>
reader the house an agreeable pU<e ol sojourn tor
HI who may favor it with their custom.
Jm, 3rd, 1862
l>i<r.T. c. HIT KI. H
Would resjiectfully nnounce to the . itirrn-o'W y
miog, that he has located at Tvnklianriock where
he will promptly attenf to ail calls in the line of
his profession.
Wj .| at home on Saturdays of
eeeh week
p. Pj. BARTi.ET,
I Let* < 11. n iRAiNr lIoi'JK. El.kiha, N\ •
The MEANS HOTEL, i one of the LARGEST
and BEST ARRANGED Hou-es in the country - It
li ttte4 up in the uiost modern and improved style,
aid no poina are spared to make it a pleasant and
agreeable stopping-place for all,
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CLARKE,<££< EY.i 0,,
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|i T OILMAN, has permanently located in Tnnk
I' L. han neck Borough, and respectfully tender-da
efesrional services to the citizens of this place b n
, ounding country.
ever Tutton'a Law Office, near the Po
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siUrt fforg.
"J"hn," said old Mr Morton, talcing cff
liis gold rimmed spectacles and putting
tlirtn methodically in tin ir cases as he spoke
—"John, come into my study, I want to
have a talk with you."
Tl le old gentleman said this with such
an air ot import a ice that John Morton, al
lien of a phlegmatic temperament, not easi
ly astonished hv anything, arose and fol
lowed his father with no little surprise
and curiosity upon his handsome features.
"W hat on earth can the Governor have
in his mind ?" he said to himself; "I
hope lie isn't going to fail or give me a
stepmother, but be looks solemn enough
for anything.''
Solemn indeed was the old gentleman's
countenance as he sat down opposite his
son, folded his hands on the green cloth of
the table between them and began :
"John, if I am not mistaken, the day af
ter to-morrow is your thirtieth birthday."
"So it is, by Jove," said John, "I'd
quite forgotton it."
"Your thirtieth birthdaycontinued
the -dd genth man,"an . really when a man
comes to be thirty, it is my opinion he
ought at least to begin to think about a
wife. I married your poor dear mother
when I was five-and-twenty, and felt none
too young. And as my sons have grown
up I am glad to say they have generally
followed my example. Hiram made a fine
match when he married Miss Gower—and
though Peter's wife was not such an heir
ess, she is a good woman and a pretty one
—and not extravagant—and as for Wil
liam, I couldn't wish hint a better partner
than the girl he married last year. You
are the only bachelor of the four, and I
inut confess lam extremely anxious to
see you mar lied before I dio—and I'm an
old man, John, and can't live a great
"As to that father, you'll live, I hope to
be a hundred." said John. "But I will
look about me. and if I see the girl I fancv,
T'i pop the question. In fact, I've been
doing that these ten years, only the right
person hasn't come along."
"I see, I see," said the old gentleman
with a slv chuckle, "you want a good wife
a good, sensible girl, who knows how to
take care of her husband's home —eh ?"
"Well, vf?," said John with a ya#n.
"A handsom- girl—with bright eyes
and rosy checks with dimples in them—
and nice- hair and taper waist."
ouVe quite a judge of beauty, I de
clare, father," said Jolm. "Well 1 should
iiki- a nrettv wife, that's.oartain."
"A little wi;li a little something of her
own. too," said the old gentleman. "In
fact an heiress To sum up the whole —a
sensible aff etionate beauty, with a fortune.
That's your wife. John "
•If I cat) fi <1 her, father,"' said John
Morton, "But vou see all the good things
in the wo Id arc seldom given to one wo
man The heiresses are often frights and
the beauties poor, wh'le half the time one
doesn't care to hear a pretty speak or to
look at a■ {H'ble one \nd a for pru
dence and (Conomv, thev are handed over
to grandmothers, a- d aff< ctio> is qu*t<- old
fa>hioned. However, find mo such a rr
agon as you describe to-dav, and T'il lav
mv heart and hand at her feet to morrow."
' Will you ?"
"Why. of course I will, sir."
"Ah. ha ! you're a married man then,for
I found hr for you yesterday.''
Joint Morton's eyes opened wider than
their lazy wont with astonishment.
"Who is she ?" he asked.
I "She's a Miss Spice," said the old gen
' tleman. "Baxter Spice's daughter. T met
her there yesterday, and the moment I set
mv eves on her I said, that's the wife for
ray son John A beauty—and such a no
table domestic little body—and every cent
old Spice calls his own will he her's some
day. I want you to go down and see her."
John laughed.
"Perhaps Te's engaged to somebody
else,' he sa d !'' "People seldom leave such
tempting fruit on the bough long—no
I doubt she's appriated."
She's only eighteen !" said Mr Morton,
"and —ahem ! I happened to know she's
not engaged I had a talk with the old
gentleman, He wants to see her married
bnt she don't fancy anyone. She has a
notion, you see, that the young men are
thinking of her money, and declares she'll
die an old inaid. Between you and me,
, Spice expects you down "
| "And the young lady T'
"Oh ! she don't know a word about it,
not one, I assure you. You will go won't
you ?
John yawned.
"I don't mind running down that way,"
he said, "but really I can't promise to ad
mire vou know."
"But you will without promising," said
the old gentleman. "You can't help it.
I've some business for you to make an ex
cuse of —a couple of horses old Spice wants
to sell, which are just the things for you.
And he is a hospitable old fellow, who will
make y<( u stay a week if you once get there.
Go up to— morrow and fall in love with
Miss Spice, you rascal."
The rascal laughed? He had his own
opinion about the probable beauty of Miss
Spice, knowing that a fortune is apt to
blind old eyes to many deficiencies, but
there was a savor of romance in his search
for a wife that pleased him after all, and he
determined to enjoy it to the full.
Consequently, on the following morning,
lie started, with his valise well packed, his
dressing-case fi ted up in exquisite style
and a secret determination to flirt with
Miss Spice if she were the least attractive.
As for any serious design of wooing and
wedding, nothing was farther from John
Morton s thoughts.
When the tiain had screamed and whis
tled over the necessary number of miles,
it stopped according to custon, at the little
depot at D , and there, with others,
the traveler alighted, amidst a whirl of
country dust, betook liimselfto that portion
of the village wherein the residence of the
Spices must be located were his directions
right. m
lie found it, at last. A rather preten
tious mausion, built on a rising ground,
with stone steps leading to the garden,
wherein a white fountaiu kept guard over
sundry geometrical beds of flowers. Ev
erything about it was trim and neat, and
delightfully cool.
To one of John Morton's rather indolent
disposition the shady colonnade, and the
rural seats under the greet elms behind the
house,had charm, It would
he a glorious place to live in, he thought ;
especially were one rich, and able to for
get all toimenting business details, and for
tune-making, and other bores of the kir.d.
and lounge a'l day with a book and a Ha
vana under those trees. "I wonder wheth
er Miss Spice appreciates her residence."
As lie thought thus. John Morton coolly
sauntered, valise in hand, up the broad
gravel path, and wrapped in his own care
less fashion at the hall door. No one as
swered the fir.-t time, and a second appli
cation only brought out a white poodle with
pink ribbon at his neck, who barked with
puny fury at the stranger; hut, on a third
trial, the door opened suddenly, and there
stood before him a pretty girl in pink calico,
with a white apron on, and her sleeves
pinned up, exhibiting the plumpest arms
in the world, with dimples at the wri-ts
and elbows. In one hand she held a dust
ing brush iu the other a dust-pan, and
keeping both tidily away from her dress,
she seemed to wait for his inquiry. I'
came promptly :
' Is Mr. Spice in ? '
•"Dear inq no, sir," replied the girl.—
'The tunily are all away very un
expectedly to see a sick relative. But—l
beg your paid Ml —are you Mr. Morton ?"
"That's my name," said the voting man.
"< )li, in that case, Mr. Spice left word
that lie was very sorry to go, and that if
you came you would oblige him by stay
ing until his return. Martin, the coach
man, could show you the horses, he
and we were to make you comfortable, —
ill you walk in, sir V'
John Morton hesitated a moment, and
then crossed the threshold. The girl push
open the parlor door and ushered him in.
"John shall show you to your room," she
said, "and I will have a lunch for you when
you come down, Mr. Morton. People gen
erally find an excellent after a journey."
And away she ran humming a tune, and
leaving John Morton to remember her
smiles and dimples and pleasant voice.
"If Miss Spice is not a very pretty girl,
she mu-t be jealous of this little creature,"
he said to himself. and snow
white teeth ! I wonder who she is ?"
An hour after when fresh from his toi
lette he took his place at the tempting
lunch table, he had a chance to ask the
question :
"Excuse me," he said, as he took a cup
of tea from her hand, "but what shall I
call yon ?"
"Oh, I am only Hetty," said the girl.
"Hetty ?"
"Yea, air. I don't aall mytejf a servant,
for they don't pay me any wages ; but the j
old gentleman and lady give me my board
and clothes, and I make myself generally
useful. I'm,quite one of the family, Do
help yourself, Mr. Morton."
"Thank you, Hetty and he took a
sandwitch. In a moment he began again :
"Mr. Spice has a daughter hasn't lie ?''
"Olt, yes, sir."
"Very handsome, I've heard."
"Handsome !oh dear, no,not in the 1 east
"Tastes differ, Hetty."
"I know it. But, really, Miss Spice is,l
should snv, quite plain. Won't you have
>ome more jam, sir ?"
"Not any, thank you. I presume Miss
Spice, being BO amiable, i 3 considered hand
some on that account "
"Amiable ! Oh, mercy !"
"Why is she not, Hetty ?'*
"I shan't tell you, sir," said Hetty. "It's
not my place to talk against Miss Spice,hut
—amiable—ha ! ha !"
John Morton shrugged his shoulders
and looked at Hetty. Her eyes were
bright, and her cheeks dimpled with mer
riment. In his admiration he forgot the
subject of conversation, and from Miss
Spice turned to other subjects. Hetty on
these grew eloquent She talked well,and
had the sweetest voice ever heard; she told
the city stranger of the pretty country pla
ces close at hand : of the brook where the
trout were found, and the soft green grass
and purple flags besides its margin; of the
high hill whence such a view could be had;
of the stone church ninety years old where
they went every Sunday; and of her own
great love for all these things. And as
John Morton listened-he thought,"this girl
is above the sphere of dusters and brooms
and scrubbing brushes. She is as much a
lady as in the land." Then he tried her on
other things, and found that she had read a
good deal, and that the books she had chos
en were not trash, and without intending
to do so, expressed his surprise.
The girl looked down demurely.
" You see I read Miss Spice's books."
she replied, "and have picked up a good
deal that way."
AnJ then lunch being over, she left him
to pass the time as he chose, and to go
with Martin to the stables and admire the
garden. But at meal time she acted the
part of hostess, and after tea sat demurely
at her work on the porch for an hour or
That night the genth man who came to
M iss Spice, the heiress, dreampt of Hetty,
wlio "made herself useful, for her board
and clothes."
Mr. Spice and family would not return
for several days—so said Hetty—even if
the relative whose illness called them away
grew quickly better. And in that time
there was nothing for John Morton to do
but to idle about the grounds, saunter into
the stab'es, and get up a flirtation with
Demure and shy she seemed at times ;
at others merry and solf-possed. She was
a puzzle to him ; and, becoming interested
in her, he tried to "make her out." The
resnlt was another puzzle more difficult
than tlie first, for one line morning John
Morton awoke to the knowledge that he
was in love. How it began lie could not
tell The girl was comely niul pleasant to
look at, hut not beautiful. He was proud
and this half menial position would have
seettn d an insurmountable barrier between
himself and any woman. But the fact re
mained the same. lie loved her. One
hair of her blight head was worth all oth
jp, women put together tolnm. The tho't
of parting from her was intolerable. lie
could not, would not, turn her away and
say, "this love of mine is too humble for
me." Yet what a position. He was there
as an aspirant for the hand of this mistress
and, ere she came, had given his heart to
the maid.
For a tew hours he had a mighty strug
gle with him>elh Then love conquered,
and he sought Hetty. She was in the gar
den amongst the flowers.
Surely nothing, not even those sweet
roses, could be fairer or sweeter than the
girl lies eyes were cast down, Her
taper fingers busy with some frail
plant beaten down by the summer's show
er. As he c.imc she looked up with a
"My poor cypress vine is almost dead,"
she said ; "and this rain has done more
harm than good to the garden. I'm sorry,
for the family will be home to-night. We
received a telegraphic dispatch this morn
ing to that effect."
Home to-night John Morton had kno'n
of coura*, that they would oome. Ha
could not have been wild enough to fancy
that Mr. Spice had deeerted the villa for
his sake, and left him free to idle there
and make love to Hetty forever. Yet the
evelation was a shock.
Home! And Miss Spice, that illtem
pered, ugly heiress would be there, and
Hetty's place would be the background. -
Stay—woo and win the lady and forget
this girl. Not he. He would transact
his business with Mr. Spice and ride away
at one. But something must be done be
fore even this could be accomplished.—
Something in which Hetty was interested.
He stoop'd down and touched her shoulder
with his hand.
"Hetty,'' he said, "leave those flowers a
while and come and walk by the brook
with me. I have something to say to you.
Don't refuse me. It is something serious
Hetty arose, tied on her garden hat, and
looked down at her flower# still. She
would not lift her eyes and he saw on their
lashes two tears. Those, and a smile about
hi-r mouth, made a perfect April's day of
her sweet face.
"You will walk with me, Hetty ?" he
And for an answer she turned and took
her place beside him. So they sauntered
on down to the brook side, where the pur
ple flage grew amidst green sedge, and
deep in the clear water you could catch a
glimpse of shining trout. For awhile both
kept silence; then John Morton spoke
suddenly : *
"Hetty) do you know I love you ?"
That was all? no preface—nothing to
lead to the subject: no prelude to the mu
sic—the whole sweet tune broke upon the
girl at once :
"Hetty, do you know I love you ?"
Iletty stood still; her hand trembled in
his—her bosom rose and fell. In a moment
she began to sob.
Then Joltn Morton's arms crept around
her waist.
"My darling," he said, "look at me —
speak to me. Tell me that you return my
feelings —tell me that you will one day be
my wife ?'
At that she'pulled her hand away from
"You came here to be Miss Spice's suitor
she said ; "1 know it —I heaad it talked
over when I could not help listening. Say
those worJs to her—not to me."
"To her ? 1 hate her very name, said
John." "1 love you Hetty." .
"A poor girl, almost a servant ?"
"Why should I care! I Jove you, oh,
Hettv, I love you better than I love my
life. Iletty, answer me—will you be my
wife ? It njeds but one little "yes."
An odd convulsion, between laughter
and weeping, passed over her face. But
she commanded her voice and said slowly :
"You belong to Miss Spice."
Her words made John Morton flush
"Miss Spice is nothing tc me," he said;
'l've nevcrjsecn nor do I desire to see her.
Iletty answer me."
Hetty turned quite away from him and
in a sort of choking voice replied :
"Th is is the only answer I can give you;
If Miss Spice will-not be your wife, I do
not know of any woman in the place who
will," and fairly ran away.
John Morton followed her, only a little
way however, for coming to a spot where
the path took a turn, he spied her through
the hushes,sitting under a great tree, laugh
ing in the merriest manner, The sight
turned his heart to stone.
"The heartless jade," he muttered ; "and
for her 1 would have given up anytning
beside in the wide world. All women are
alike. Rustic simplicity in pink calico
differs not a whit from city airs and graces
in moire antique. I'll go home. Miss
Spice may come or go, for all I eare. Oh,
Hetty, Iletty!"
With these last words on his lips, John
Morton made his way to Spice Ville,moun
ted to his own room and proceeded at
once to pack his port manteau; cramming
his wardrobe in pell mell, and using no
gentle language towards the innocent gar
ments which wonli bulge over and forbid
the fastening of the lock. Just a# the pack
ing was completed there came a sudden
racket in the garden, a sound of wheels
and of merry voices. And hi# attention
was attracted to tha window. There at
the gate stood a little aarriage, from which
descended a stout old lady and a stoat old
gentlqman. Mr, and Mrs. Spiee returned
without a doubt
"Five minutes more and I would hare
been clear of the house. However Til not
6tay long." and with this determination
he descended to the hall, just in time to
see Hetty rash into the old gentleman's
arms with the exclamation, "Dear ' papa."
Out of them she came in a moment, tam
ing rosy red as she murmured :
"Oh, papa, I quite forgot—this is Mr.
John Morton stood like one petrified,—
He hardly heard the old gentlrman's apol
ogy for his absence, or the old lady's wel
The truth which was slowly dawning on
him made him oblivious to all * e'se. He
stared at Iletty, whose mischievous face
was dimpling and blushing in the most be
watehing way. And slowly his lips form
ed tsvo words—they were :—"Miss Spice!"
"Eh r said the old gentleman; "I really
didn't understand you."
"The gentleman wants an introduction,"
said Hetty, "ldease tell him that 1 am
M iss Spice and your daughter."
Then she burst into a peal of laughter
that made the old house ring, and brought
on her head a maternal reproof for being
"so wild before a stranger."
Poor John Morton believed himself the
victim of a dream.
But two hours after he had recovered
his senses, and sititng close to Hetty on
the porch in the moonlight whispered :
"Hetty, do you thing Miss Spice will
say yes ?"
And Hetty answered, "I think she will."
After awhile she said—the old lady's ab
sence and the old gentleman's nap favoring
"Never say I told you any stories. I
told you I made myself generally useful
and that they gave me my board and clothes
didn't I ?"
• "Well, that is true."
"So you fancied me a servant of your
own accord, sir. How could I help that?"
"Oh, Hetty, Hetty ! But one story—nay,
two—you have told. You said Miss SpiodT
was ugly and cross—l know she is pretty
and an angel."
Then there was a sound suspiciously like
a kiss, and there were but three on the
porch, and Mr. Spice was snoring so it co'd
not have been bim.
One month after that there was a wed*
ding, and Mr, John Morton was united to
Miss Spies; and if all weddings were the
beginning of years as happy as they have
spent since then, it would be I well for mar
ried folks the wide world over. Though
Mrs Morton is a little mischievous, and
sometimes tells a story of a gentleman she
knew who traveled miles to woo and marry
an heiress and at the end fall in love with*
girl in pink calico.
ABOLITION* IS A LIE —A monstrous, re
volting and impious lie. It assumes that
white men and negioes have a common
orign and a common nature, and therefore
it strives to force them to live under the
same condition and be amalgamated in the
same system, just as wo do with the Irish,
Germans, or other varieties or portions of
our race. It is aiso a crime, hideous and
awful, against God and his creatures, for
it attempts to reform the order of nature
and equalize beings whom God has made
unequal. Finally, it is disguised monarch
ism, and could it succeed in this country,
it would necessarily overthrow Republican
institutions, and indeed the massas— the
great toiling multitudes—would be degra
ded into a condition immeasuiably and un
utterably more hopeless than the most-de
graded people of the Old World.
The usher of the Troy Opera House
a few evenings ago, perceived in a front
seat a person arrayed in black broadcloth
and wearing a round crowned f It hat. The
attentive usher hurried down the aisle, and
touched the spectator on the shoulder with
a "You must fake off your hat, sir. The
head tnrned round, and a pair of feminine
eyes gave the usher an indignant look, he
retired with "I beg your pardon, madam,"
and the audience testitied their apprecia
tion of the incident by a subdued applause.
ffF"" A beautiful girl stepped into a shop
to buy a pair of mitts. "How much are
they ?" "Why," said the gallant but im
pudent clerk, lost in gazing upon spark
ling eyes and ruby lips, "you shall hare
them for a kiss." "Agreed." said the
young lady, pocketing the mitts whila her
eyea spoke daggers, "and as I seo you give
credit here, charge it on your books and
collect it the best way you can." So say
ing, she hastily tripped out.
I(0* The man who takes, things easy .
The eity piekpoeke*.
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