Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1847-08-24
l4T ILLINOIS AUGUST g4ls47 -. g.

ayes, siF4-Walk in."aq hfla ,ias-e4q Is
/ Our traveller walked in. and in the
coursesof half an hour a nice, = comfor
table dinner, smoking hot, was setsbefore
him. ~ q al . snfo5a8 10 ,ioilsas sdI 1
| He ate, drank. paid his moderate bill,
put on his hat and proceeded on his Jour
'Iney. .stsls9 lass s. 81
( Before he renewed his labors however
he took the precaution to fill his pipe care
fully and then light it, Fresh and vigor.
I Gus as ever, he then pushed orr but as
I the sun crept down the horizon, he began,
to feel somewhat hungry and weary:still
he persevered until il was quite dark.
Finding himself oppositea small house by
| the road side, he erqnired ola youth seat.
ed upon the threshold. aoil9as I1oa saI
"Who lives here. my sonl" ,sgudl 78dt
I "Mr. Sampson, sir. "3.fi3 'ld3 bsbigoaq
"CanI get supper and lodging here to.
| night by paying for itq'' siataqss ojni 81
"Certainly, sir--walk in.' s5aoss1qa1 Z
| Mr.. Smith crossed the Threshold. laid
aside his hat and cape, drank cup of tea
and ate ftwosor three slices oftoast, read
four chapters in ssFox's Book of Martyrs
which he found upon the mantel piece
and went to bed. When he aweke in the
morning, the sun was just showing its
broad red disc above the tree tops. He
found the breakfast upon the table wait
| ing for him. He finished the morning
meal, and commenced his travels the Sec
ond day. One thing simply attracted his
observatlon--the TOAD was exceedingly
uniforrn--but this fact excited no surprise.
At noon he halted at snug little house,
and asked a lad who was gazing out of,
| the window: .g ~ III gssB3s. Z! -! .-j-lt -.
"Who liVesEhere, my son7't aa sa
"Mr. Sampson, Sir" .uoiia.uqoa siff
| Our traveller paused a moment-re.
fiected, and lseemed TO be- coming over
some name or circumstance in his mind
fare there many ofthe name of Samp-,
son on this road?n0J ri yHoul!lssI aalga
"a good many" said the boy. et5ppa
f"lithought so. Can you give me din
nerfhere, my son?''u.o gas ste1be a.fIa
"Certainlys sir, walk in. 'Jacs aopa a.g.
Mr.. Smith stepped in, swallowed his
dinner, and once more took to the road.
When night came on he, ofcourse, stop
ped at the first house on lis way. A
youth sat upon wheelbarrow, a the door
whitlingg8 sAst sdr .s4s3lnsm 10 ~.
"Who lives here, my SON.? baass arsa
'tMr. Sampson, sir."G est al bar &,
-"Mr. Sampsonl by Jupiterla should
think they were all Simpsons on this
road. got dinner al Mr.. SIMPSONS
yesterday, slept at another Mr. SIMPSONS
last night, and here l am again at Mr..
Samspon's to night. Besides, the houses
| have seen'upon this road all look alike
-itsoTery queer,'l In geil9ss dl52 sd
..'VeryIqueer;' replied the boy with. a
leer, which seemed to say, gt'you can't
fool me old fellow.Ya9 st.I sltsgI s.,,t,,.. d
"Can you,give me supper and lodging2"
said the traveller. 1sbu5a!k .q9liliG j-.5f.ssI
ssCertainly--walk in.''s il ono .rsol b5a
sim darnedsifthis ANITA queer coun-
try, saidithe3 old man. as be went to bed;
''this room looks exactly like the room
slept in last night--.butI suppose it. is all
rlght.''s sa4es sdi s3aatssiBs ri .ry,triy,s,>
1t was fulhtwo o clock the next, day,
when, aftertravelling briskly at least six.
hours, Mr. Smith stopped at comfortable
small dwelling, with the intention of se-
curing his dinner. A boy stood in the
dooF.Tis bud noii9sa sifij gasil ft,.-ay .lf 81
t'Howld'ye dol' said the aboy.tt b ba8
| "Nicely, my son. Who lives here?n rs
! tsMr. Sampson. i have told you that
halfa dozen times already.nol5 sl.y his LES
''The DEL you have. Haven't been,
here before have I?"a b.llera59 81 ,.,.5,
| tIreckon you.haye, but amt you tray.
elling ona betl", oiucalz 81 4s.g - ~.
's'Hravelling on a bet! no--yhat put
that in your head2'' 81 svsx,!e 80.
"Why, you've been Travelling around
the racecUurse here, for taeo days ana. a
hal +, and j didn't suppose. you was doing
! it in fun"
/ For the first time, now Mr.. Smith took
a survey ofthings and to his astonishment
discovered that the boy had been telling
theltruth. He drew his hat over hisfore;
head and started for home determined to
never venture uponsa pedestrian excursion,
lagain.sa "a sasa.,I s4es, III - s.,,..~
BANK Bills AS MoNEY.-Tbe friends
of our constitutional currency willsrecog-
lnize, in the following extract from the
great works Of Mons. There's of France,
on theirevOiuIion in that scountry, another
great mind cOntending for the truth. uuThe
reasoning is plain; simple and sound. 81.
"Paper. however safe, is not like mon.
ley, a reality, or according to Bailey's
expression, ga physical aciuality.' Spe.
cie carries itso own value with it. Paper
onthe contrary. requires one more ope.
ration, realization It must therefore
be below specie, and as soon as it is be.
low il, money. which nobody will give
for paper, is boarded bp, and at length