The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1854-02-01
Mr. Mnrkland shook his head.

ped"
"stoppedP How changed were their
faces and tones of voice. ...
"Yes. he says your father directed it 10
be stopped"
"That must be a mistake" said Mar
garet-''he would have told us"
Mr.. Markland rode on, and the girls ran
back into the house.
Father, the postmaster says you have
stopped the newspaper said his daughters,
breaking in upon Mr.. Ashburn's no very
pleasant reflections on the low price Of
wheat, and the difference in return he
would receive at ninety cents a bushel to
wha. he would have realized at the last
years price of dollar and twenty-five.
'1fs true, " he replied, tranching himself
behind in firm, decided manner.
"But why did you stop it, father?" inqui-
red the girls.
Because | can't afford to take it. It's
as much as | shall be able to do to get e.
nough to eat and wear this year"
Mr.. Ashburn's manner was decided, and
his voice had repelling tone. ...
Margaret and Phebe could say no more;
but they did not leave their fathers pres.
ence without giving his eyes the benefit of
seeing free gush of tears. 1t would be
doing injustice to Mr.. Ashbnrn's state of
mind to say that he felt very comfortable, or
had done so since stopping the Sentinel" I"
an act for which he had sundry times more
than half repented But, as it had been
done, he could not think of recalling it.
Very sober were the faces that surroun.
ded the'supper table that evening; and but
few words was spoken. Mr.. Ashburn felt
oppressed, and also fretted TO think that his
daughterc should both make themselves and
him unhappy about the tride Of newspa-
per, when he had such serious trouble to
bear.
On the next Saturday, as Mr.. Ashburn
was walking over his farm, he saw a man
sitting on one OF his fences, dressed
in jockey cap, and wearing a short hun
ting coat. He had a rifle over his shoulder,
and carried powder flask, shot and bird
bags. In fact he was fancy sportsman,
a somewhat rara apiS in those days.
"What's that lazy fellow doing here?"
said Ashburn to himself. II wonder where
he comes from?"
Good mornieg, neighbor," spoke out
the stranger, in familiar way, as the far
mer came within speaking distance. "Is
there any good game about here? Any
wild turkeys, or pheasants"
"rhera are plenty of squirrels, returned
Ashburn, little sarcasticaIIy, land the
the woods are full of robins"
Squirrels make first rate pie. But
needn't lell you that, friend. Every farmer
knows the taste of squirrels" said the
sportsman, with great good humor. "Stil
| want to try my hand at a wild turkey
I've come off here into the country To have
crack at game better worth the shoot
ing than we have in the neighborhood 0
c."
"You are from C, then" said tht
farmer.
"Tes, live in c."
"When did you leave therc?"
"Four or five weeks ago"
"Then you dols't know what wheat is
selling for now"
"Wheat? No. | think it was ninety
FIVE, or a dollar, | dOn't remember which,
when | left" ...
Ninety is all it is selling for here"
"Nincty! l shoull like to buy some at
that ...
"G have no doubty can be accommoda,
ted," rep led the farmer" ....
THAT is exceedingly low for W neat. 4
it was not for having Il weeks sport among
your wild turkeys. and the hope of being
able to kill deer I'd stop and buy up IA lol
Of wheat on speculation"
II will sell you five hundred bushels a
ninety -two," said the farmer, half hoping
that his green customer might be temptec
to buy at this advance OH the regular rates
"Will you?" interogated the stranger.
| "Yes." s..
"Im half-tempted to take you up. re
ally believe I-no!-mnst knock over some
wild turkeys first, 1t won't do to come
this far without bagglng rarer game thai
wheat l believe | must decline friend.'
"What would you say to ninety -one?
/ The farmer had heard a rumor day or tW'
before of a fall of two or three cents il
wheat, and if he could get off FIVE hundre'
bushels upon this sportsman, who had lie
the breast of his fly open far enough to Civ
glimpse of Il large thick pocket book, a
ninety-one, it would be quite desirable
operation. 'aa.Hs
"Ninety- -one--ninety one, ''said the stran
ger to himself "lhat is temdtation!
can turn penny on that, But the viii
turkeys; | must have crack at a wild tut
key or deer | think friend" he added
speaking louder; "that l shall have som
sport for q few days first. Then. may be
will by up few thousand bushels {
wheat, if the prices haven't gone up
II shouldn't wonder if tie prices advanC
ed little" said the farmer.
"Wouldn't your" And the strange
looked into the farmers face with very II
nocent expression. '.~
II can't 90 much jower." Ifthere shouI
be any change, it will doubtless be an in
provement.
slow much wheat have you?" asked th
sportsman.
: 'tPve about thousand bushels left"
"a thousand bushels. Ninety cent
nine hundred dollars;-I'll tell you wha
; friend. since talking to You has put me in
; the notion trying my hand at speculate
on wheat, Ill just make you an offer, whic
you may accept or not, just as you pleas
III give you ninety cash for all you hav
one half payable nov, and the other half {
the delivery of the wheat at the canal, pr
vided that you get extra force and dehv
!. it immediately"
Ashburn stood thoughtful for mome
or Two, and then reped-- %a# I