Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-06-01

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master that the account he gave Of him
self was true.
''You may give him the squire's let
ter; have you one for me z"
eyes, SIR said the postmaster, pro-
duclng one; ''fourpence.'
The new conner paid the fourpence
postage, and left the shop with the let
ter.
''Here is letter for the SQUIRE" said
the postmaster You've to pay me elev-
enpence postage"
"What'd I pay elevenpence for ?'
''tor postage"
''To the ID wild We! Didn't see
you give Mr.. Delany letther for four
pence this mint, and bigger letther
than this ? and now you want me to pay
elevenpence for this scrap of thing. Do
you think I'm fool 2"
"No, but I'm sure of it, said the post
master.
"Well, you're welkim to think what
you plase: but don't be delayin' me now:
here's fourpence for you, and gi' me the
letther."
eco along, you stupid thief" said the
postmaster, taking up the letter and GO
ing to serve customer with mouse
trap.
While this person, and many others
were served, Andy lounged up and down
the shop, every now and then putting his
head in the middle of the customers, and
saving
"Wlll you gi' me the letther g.
He waited for above half an hour, in
defiance of the anathemas of the post
master, and at last left when he found it
impossible to get the common justice for
his master which he thought he deserved
as well as another man: under this i'm
preston, Andy determined to give no
more than the totlrpence.
The squire in the mean time, was get
ting impatient for his return, and when
Andy made his appearance, asked if there
was letter for him.
"There is, SIR" said Andy.
"Then give it to me"
81 havn't it, sir"
What do you mean g.
He wouldn't give it to me, sir
"Who wouldn't give it to YOU ?''
"That ould chate beyant, in the town,
wanted to charge double for it,
"Perhaps it's double letter. Why
the d did you not pay what he
asked, sir?"
"A1rah, sir, why would l let you be
chated It's not double letther at all ::
not above half the size Of one Misther
Delany got before my own face for four
pence"
You'll provoke me to break your
neck some day, you vagabond. Ride
back for your life, you omadhoun, and
pay whatever he asks, and bring me the
letter."
Why, sir, tell We he was selling
r 'em before my face for fourpence apiece. .
''Go back, you scoundrel, or | II horse
whip you and if you are longer than an
hour I'll have you ducked in the horse
pond -
Andy vanished, and made a second
visit to the post-office. When he arrived
two other persons were getting letters,
and the postmaster was selecting the
eplstles for each, from a parcel of them
that Law before him on the counter: at
viz Se'iliS 'iiio man oIOp Gus tOlllCIS were
waiting to be served.
''Im come for that letther," said ANDY.
81 will attend to you by-and-by."
''The masther's in a hurry"
''Let him wait until his hurry is over" :"
''Hel murther me if I'm not back
soon"
Il am glad to hear it,
} While the postmaster went On with
such provoking answers to these appeals
for despatch, Andy's eye caught the heap
of letters that lay on the counter; SO,
while certain weighing Of soap and tobac-
CO was going forward, he contrived to
become possessed of two letters from the
heap: and having effected that. waited
patiently enough until it was the great
mans pleasure to give him the missive
directed to his master.
Then did Andy bestride his hack, and,
in triumph at his trick on the postmaster,
ratified along the road homeward as fast
as his hack could carry him. He came
into the squire's presence, his face BEAM
ing with delight, and an air of self-satis-
fed superiority in his manner, quite un-
accountable to his master, until he pulled
forth his hand, which had been grubbing
up his prizes from the bottom of his
pockets and holding three letters over