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208 THE GRINDER PAPERS. | and he is suthin’ down town that makes him as mad as hops when things in the eatable way goesdown. Someun told mehe was a speculater, and whatever bizness that may be it appears tu be a tryin’ one tu the temper. x : It’s a good way up town, in a quite romantical spot near the North River. _ Folks as is addicted tu sentiment walk down to the banks o’ pleasant evenin’s; but the muskeeters is. tu thick for me. I ginerally sit tu the winder observin’ human nature ; and if there’s one I’ve observed more’n another, it’s that Miss Parten. Firstly, shes dreadful hity-tity, and thinks herself good-lookin’, and nextly, I have my suspicions how she ain’t all she should be. | Well, I’ve kept my eye on her off and on, and remarked how late she sot up, and how she read novels a Sabberday ; and so when I heerd anything peculiar I was apt tu take notice. One night I did. *Twasa kind o’ wailin’ cry. I got up and peeked out o' my windy, and there, sure enough, was a light in Miss Parten’s, and I heerd her voice a-talkin’. “Iwas a very handsome night, and everybody's sashes was up. Sez she, ‘‘The thing is sick, or it ‘twouldn’t yell so.” Sez the masculine voice o Mr. Parten, ‘‘Mebbe ‘taint bin fed.” Sex she, ‘‘It has. I won’t be bothered this here way forever, I’ll get rid o’ the plague.” Sez he, ‘‘ You can't.” Sez she, ‘‘I will, if I have this to bear agin.’ 3 comicbooks