The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1857-12-05

Now and then, not oftens 6quasa theysfe
tso bsuasr ~ this country. Koupay . prot
u high price, aad shsn, bseeSs you eaA
1aihet the sftiols Il 10 just o 6ksly - -
% yeur haada, lssyinp nothins thste bet
horns and hide, s.
S sHa In; horns, and hids-svcry gesd in-
deed. You will hnd 4 df6sreno6 here ]
promise you---4his voa't die On your handss
So, no fear Of horns and hide 1850
pretty tough, Oh? Well Lam glad we're
both Of the Same opinion. I'm an old f:i-
low, Who don't ray much; but whsai make
up my mind to pitch in--I pitch u. Now
Pye got ahundred acres down ON Pokewsed
Prairie, ~ pretty farm % ever You see.---
Every acre worth il hundred dollars, ana
mot . chick, child, or debt, in the WORLD
That amt much TO boast Of, for I'm dread
full lonesome., yTs.sf
sAh! you want occupation; that ID ssnsi-
Bile. Well, we will give it tos;you. You'll
be reasonably busy, / promise you. We
will have meeting to-day, and l Will lay
your proposition before the board
sMeetin'-Board! What the snakes has
the Board got to do with it p 4a %se
tOh!a . mere form. We must keep mp
appearances, you know. Since my last
move, Finkbine b the only one really inter-
ested, and am sure Of his support. Hany-
thing were to go amiss, Finkbine would 80
Gravy M 5sla
sHum p said the old man, thoughtfully,
ssix Of you to consult |! What the thunder !!
does it take sin Of you to keep her straight?
No wonder sho amt been fxed ont before
this - ~ s Il
sOh, by NO manner Of means-a mere
form, assure you One man Of cool bead
and 4 little hardness Of heart, for one must
not give way easily, can manage her, -
sWell, / ain't afraid. She shows out love
II, clean, tidy, and good natured. l jine
hands on the proposition, Squire. 60 in
for better or for worse, as the sayin' is.-
I've got papers in them saddle bags to sup
port all l say
At the mention Of the papers and the
saddle-bags, the President started, and al-
most shuddered; but recovering his self
possession he shook hands with Mr.. Jonathan,
who started for the door. Suddenly stop
ping, however, he walked back with signif-
icance that shown out in every motion.
81 say, Squire he exclaimed, sthat young
fellow, your nephew is nightly Of my opin-
ion. He's lonesome, too, Pm thinking.
q do not understand, Mr.. Packwhistle.' ,
well it's abont time you did. | don't
say much, but see and hear the more
That young fellow wants to come into the
consarn, as well as me.'
'But my dear sir, he 10 poor; he has no
capital-not cent?
sThe Mammon Of Unrightcousness speaks
there, Squire, and nothin' of that sort pros
pers in this world. Poor to-day, rich to-
morrow-they comes and goes, never sartin
but good character and good sense with
larnin' stands by alters. Now, that young
fellow with his young head would be Of
more service to you than all the big-nosed
Finkbines in the universe.s z5l05sse4S-3
asNo one could appreciate Edwards fine
qualities better than /, and it has always
been my intention to do what you propose,
and indeed more than you are aware Of.
'Never spile q good mind. Now just say
Il can't refuse you anything Mr.. Pack
whistle. Edward shall have his place as
signed to him at once.'
ssMay tell him SO p ' =sy~ u re- =
Certainly if you wish.' .fsy
Mr.. Jonathan Packwhistle withdrew, and
tho President began walking his library
Aoor, rubbing his hands in perfect delight.
This occupation was interrupted by the door
being thrown open, and Aunt Amanda, fly
ing in, threw herself into the arms of the
astonished brother.
Dear brother Clinton,' she exclaimed,
weeping, show can leave you?'
why Amanda, who the devil wants you
to leave me?' -. ,.......
Before she could answer the question, the
door again opened, and Ella and Edward,
rushing in like the Aunt, seized the aston
ished banker, with screams Of, sOh Father 2
sOh Unclep
sWhat the devil-are you all insane ?'pite-
ously demanded Mr.. Johnston, trying to ex-
tricate himself from beneath the happy fam
lily; but another was added to the group
Mr.. Finkbine under intense excitement,
broke into the room, dancing, laughing. and
swapping his fingers.
sits ali right, Johnston, old boy; the Mid
dlebureh species on hand-eight strong
boxes, all in the vault. We can defy the
world. Hurrahp
'Well,' said the president, extricating
himself from his sister and daughter, slet
us to business. Where is Homespun p
. Here responded the person inquired for,
standing at his elbow, ssddle-bags in hand.
! sWell, sir, continued the banker, 81 must
apologize for the delay we have made you
suffer. But now If you will produce the
paper, We will close up at once.' f@{t
That's my sentiments,' said Mr.. Jona-
than, sitting down and deliberately unlock
ing bis saddls-bags. The company watched
his movements with great interest. First
he fumbled in each side, thrusting his hand
quite into the the depths of his travelling
convenience. Unsuccessful at this, he Pc
gan unpacking it upon the floor. First
came numerous pairs Of country knit socks,
then red flannel shirt after several white
shirts, then few pairs Of drawers-then
came cloth pantaloons and night cap,
and 30 until treme n ious heap Of wearing
apparel was piled upon the floor. He inn
mediately held up the saddle-b bags and shook
them, when package of papers tumbled
out. These he handed to his wondering
host. They proved, on examination, to be
title deeds and abstracts Of titles.
sAh! yes,' said Mr.. Johnston, you wish
to invest with us and these are the evidence
of your ability. But my dear sir, you in
formed us that you had some of our notes
you wanted specie for.' I
SWELL, well,' replied the old man, sPd
clean forgotten that. But here they
are,' and slowly opening n huge, we'll worn
wallet, he produced four old notes amount
ing in all to fire dollars. sIt makes no
sort Of difference he continued was pass
in through in search Of partner for life
as Pm lonesome, when thought I'D just
get the specie for that. That's oil.
Tho company could scarcely refrain from
An explanation followed. Mr..
Johnston's spirits were too much relieved
for him to refuse anything, and he confirm
ed oil he had promised before, under error.
He had scarcely done 50, when the boy from
the bank appeared, almost breathless, befors
them 81. 1s.,.s, ts ,s,sss.sss.4 MI
/ sTbe stage is upset sir just out Of town.
It's full Of brokers, and all are hurt but two
and they are lighting. .si -. M
sLct thcm come, said Clinton 7. Johns
ton. sWe are prepared for them. 81
: sNow let us have some coffee We
And 40 ended tho 6rst run on .orR Us.
cLs's BANK. ~ ss4ss ~ .,fis3
- Henry Ward Beecher says, that the
march Of civilization bears hell on ito outer
edge. We aro reminded Of this by the vets
cast 1t the recent elections On the combines
Of Iowa and Minnesota. Throughout the