Lewisburg chronicle, and the West Branch farmer. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1849-1849, 1849-10-17
Pc From Sarfaim's Union Magazine.
ct A KIN G TOL l..
BY T 9. ARTHUR.

I
ness. One day, he drove off towards Ian.
caster in his wagon. in which. among 9th,
er things, was gallon demJnn. On reach
ing the town, he called first a, a gro ,er's.
with The inquiry.
''Have you any common vine 70
"Ilow common :" arked the grocer.
"About dollar a gallon. want i, for
an,imonial wine."
Yes; | have some fit for that. and not
much else. " hch will sell at dollar"
"Very well. Give me gallon" said
Mr.. Smith.
The demyon was brough, in from the
wagon and filled, And then Mr.. Smith
drove Off to attend to other business.
Among the things to be done on that day,
vas to see a man who lived half a mile
from Lancaster. Before going out on his
errand. Mr.. Smith stopped at the house OF
his particular friend Mr.. Iones. Mr.. Jones
happened no, to he in. but Mrs. Jones was
a pleasant woman .and he chatted with her
for ten minutes or so. as he was about
stepping into his wagon,it struck him that
the gallon demion was little in his way
and so, lifting i; out. he said to Ms. Jones,
81 wish you would take care Of this un.
I'll come back"
sO,certainly,' replied Mrs. Jones, with
the greatest pleasure"
And so the demJon was left in the lady 5
care.
Some hours afterwards Mr.. Jones came
in, and among the first things that attract.
ed his attention was the strange demijon.
What is thiss'' was his natural inquiry.
"Something that Mr.. Smith leh."
"Mr. Smith from o."
"Yes."
~ wonder what he has then J" said Mr..
Jones, taking hold of the demion. 81, feels
heavy"
The cork was unhesita,ingly removed.
and the mouth Of the vessel brought in
close contact with the smelling organ Of
Mr.. Jones. ........ s..
"Wine. as live ~ fell from his lips.
"Bring me glass"
"O,no, Mr.. Jones. | would ~. touch his
wine," said Mrs. Jones. ......
'Bring me glass. Do you think I'm
going TO lie, a gallon o. wine pass my way
without exacting toll =! No-no. Bring
me n glass" .....,.... .......t .-
The glass. a half pint fumbler. was pro.
duced, and nearly filled with The execrable
s,uG-as guiIlIess Of grape juice as dyer's
vat, which was poured down the throat Of
Mr.. Jones. ....
pretty fair wine that; only little
rough," said Mr.Jo nes, smackiug his lips.
sIt's shame p remarked Mrs. Jones
warmly, "iOr you TO do So ....
i only took ,o'l,' said the husband.
Iau Ching. No harm in that Pm sure"
"Ra,her heavy toll, it strikes me-" re-
piled Mrs. Jones.
Meantime, Mr.. Smith, having completed
mos, Of his business for that day, stopped
at store where he wished two or three ar
,icIes put up. While these were in prepa-
ton. he said to the keeper Of the store.
81 wish you would let your lad Tom
step over for me TO Mr.. Jones. LEFT
demiion of common wine there, which !
bought for the purpose Of making into anti
moniaI wine."
10, certainly" replied the storekeeper.
"Here, Tom - and he called for his boy.
Tom came, and the s,orekeeper said 10
him.
Run over to Mr.. Jones' and get jug
,,f an,imonal wine which Mr. Smith LEFT
there. Go quickly, for Mr.. Smith is in a
hurry"
"Yes sir" responded The lad, and away
he ran.
Alter Mr.. Jones had disposed Of his hall
a pint of vine. he thought his stomach had
rather curious sensation, which is not
much to he wondered at. considering the
stuff with which he had burdened it.
II wonder il that really is wine r. SAID
he, turning from the window at which be
hs d seated himself, and taking up the dem.
ion again. The cork was removed and
his nose applied TO the mouth Of the huge
bottle. .f .si uaUsl: arsat
"Yes, it's wine; but III vow IT'S not
much to brag Of" Aad slss cork was once
more replaced. uc5se ao egr