Iowa capitol reporter. [volume] (Iowa City, Iowa) 1841-1855, 1852-10-06

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it is F. Toggs."
Satisfied on this point, Drummer
asked the landlord if he would be
kind enough to point out Mr.. Toggs
to him. That worthy gentleman ac-
ceded, and Toggs was spotted by
Drummer. He was a plain looking
little old fellow, dressed in a suit of
grey. He wore an old fashioned red
wig, and altogether had the light of
other days about him. Drummer
thought this was a mark in his favor.
"There's one of your substantials,"
said he, as he approached Toggs;"no
outside nonsense; rich within, but
like the husk of hickory nut, rough
and shaggy without
Drummer was not long in getting
into conversation with Toggs.
Mr.. Toggs, | believer"
'Ycs sir, MIR. Toggs.',
Just arrived Mr. Toggs, 1suppose.'
'OnIy this morning.
How are matters going on down
your wayT
Just as well as usual
You must have had a very warm
summer"
Not much different from yours;
the distance you know is very short. "
Distance very short, thought Drum
mer. Distance very short between
Philadelphia and Mississippi? Oh!
see, he means since the introduction
of the telegraph. You are right sir.
Ahem! What is the political pros
pect with you Scott of course-"
will be beaten said Mr.. Toggs.
'Un-doubt-edly,' stammered Drum
mer, somewhat taken by SURPRISE
Determined not to lose his customer
on account of a difference in politi
cal views, however he added, "Pierce
will carry all before him.
Yes, and Satan be thanked for it,
said Toggs. The devil cuts a big
swarth in our country
very odd murmured Drummer to
himself, he is neither for Scott nor
Pierce. lcan't hit him on political
questions; guess he's-no-he can't
be a Hale man,-no Mississippian
can be a Hale man-Ah! 1 see; he's
Southern Rights-no doubt Of it,
The Southern Rights party added
he, again addressing Toggs, has
"much tojustify it?
Much to justify it?' shouted Toggs
at the top of his voice. 81 don't
know who you be sir, but it strikes
me your sentiments are regular cut
throat"
II beg your pardon, Mr.. Toggs,
YOU did not hear me out; intended
to say that the Southern Rights party
had much to justify it, if all the evils
which they complained of actually
existed
Mi. Toggs begged Drummer's par
don; he. thought he was one of those
80 800; but was glad to
: mistake"
/. Explanation satisfactory" said
Drummer, glad to get over the diff
Guilty thus. "Well, Mr. Toggs to be
candid with you, our house has no
politics in particular. We are whole
sale silk-merchants, Mr.. Togss-he
he-you understand" here Drum
mer punched Toggs in the side-"we
sell-silks-Mr Toggs-he, he-silks
Mr.. Toggs.'
"Well, | don't know that | do I'M
derstand,' replied Toggs, somewhat
sravely, giving twist to his carroty
wig.
"Hang the old Turk thought
Drummer, he is the hardest fly to
catch, | ever encountered"
"You say you are connected with
a silk house, quoth Toggs, after a
moments pause, during which Drum
mer gave indie alton Of departing,
"what is the name of your frm?'
Twill Brocade ~ CO. quietly res
pended Drummer, bowling low, No.
Market street hope you will
give us a call. Here is our card;
we'll be happy to wait onyou to-mor-
row, Mr.. Tosgs; shall be in at ten
o'clock; call then.
The next morning at ten precisely,
Mr.. Toggs did call at the store OF
Twill, Brocade & Co. Drummer was
ready to receive him. lie seemed to
have taken quite sudden fancy to
the Market street man. Drummer
perceived it. "A rusty old fellow"
said he to himself, but still a good,
egy after all. I've caught him. A