Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1856-07-26
we Missed it, that Time!

Day before yesterday, while our hands
were at work, but our thoughts sad and
gloomy, by rejecting upon the present
hard times, dunning creditors and a col
lapsed pocket, a very respectable looking
gentleman Handsome moustache, a slick
hat, tight pants, kid gloves, patent leather
pumps, big gold chain, etc, looked like
he come from Bayou Goula,) stepped in
to our office and saluted US with a very
business-Iike Good morning, sir Step
ned up to the middle of the floor, leisure
Iy took off his glove, then ramrned his
hand into his pocket; seemea' like a man
who had money; looked rather cross,
we thought, and taciturn, tOo-most men
do when about to pay a bill. 1t was a
fruitful picture for our imagination, which
the stranger presented, standing thar
quarter bent, with rather a scowl on his
brow, silent asthe types around, and en-
~dcavoring to force a well developed hand
covered with perspiration into a diminu-
tive up-and-down French pocket; his
patience and perseverance thermometer
at 90) in so iudicrous an effort, made is
nervous, and fifty times in a second we
wished the devil had the tailor who made
his breeehos. We were just out of SOAP
our darkey had been ION the runl all the
morning, but in vain, and as the hand
eventually and suddenly went down with
| a plunge, our Drained revelled in the an
~ticipated delight of soon lingering a v or
an x, and we felt the blood come to our
face with the happy excitement of having
a replenished purse at the moment when
we most needed it. Bghthe hand was IN
and the stranger was How sweating to get
it OUTS; we fairly etched to assist him,
and should have offered him our aid in a
moment so trying, if We possessed the re-
motest idea how one man could help aAo-
ther to get his hand out of his pocket ;
time, too, was precious with us; we had
not Il ONE to throw away in useless
confab or silly ceremony but the purse
strings appeared to our anxious gaze at
the ome when we were upon the eve
of inquiring 'Who in the - made your
breeches?' and suppressing SO laudable a
curiosity, we rubbed the ink from our fin
gers and go. materials ready to write a
receipt. Just then we heard the rafting
of gold, and dropping the pen and turn
ing oar head-Gods the hand was out
of the pocket and holding aIoft a heavy
pursel Our heart beat quick.
esquire, if You please. Ill settle that
id Judgment said the man with the
Ffencffpocket and fight braoeha@
We opened our eyes at the stranger;
cold chills in quick succession shot thro'
our veins we were a sold individually
we :smelt a nice
AS he spoke, the stranger, for the first
time, seemed to survey the furnishings of
our office looked ratheE suspiciously at
our cases, cast a wondering gaze at that
champion of human rights, the Press,
while his eye rested for a moment upon
our devil busily engaged in picking up
type. Seeing we hesitated to comply with
his wish, to present him that Judgment
he continued:
us not this Judge Robertson's office 2
said he, as bIandly as a man could who
pretty sure he had put his foot into it,
Not exactly said we, as politely as a
man could say under the circumstances.
The purse was returned to its racepta- !
lie easier than it was taken out; we felt )
we missed it that time and dis !,
appointment must have shown in our face. /
the stranger that he would likely /
rear something about his Judgment by
'alling in next door, he very unceremoni-
'usly took his leave, with the face of a
who thought he had been foolishIy
his time, leaving US with a spoiIt !
ppetite and a soured temper, while re- :
upon the vanity Of all human ex- S
ectations. a
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