The independent press. (Abbeville C.H., S.C.) 1853-1860, 1858-07-30
He wanted the "home made, native pork


l made tour of tue suspicious looking
barrels in the cellar, gazed appreheusivey at
my wrought wrist ristbands-found barrel
which smelt Of pickle; and procuring pair
Of long handled pinccrs from the coal bin,
made a plunge into the cask with them.
Nothing whatever came up to reward my
efforts; and was making preparations for
4 second dive, when down came my hard
looking friend TO see how was getting on.
"Put yer hands in, ye abominable young
dandy! What are yc afraid Of, l wonder?
In with yer hands," My friend was little
out of patience with me.
| could not bear the appellation Of dandy,
so | plunged my hands and arms into the
pickle, and brought whole layer of pork.
lnstinctively l looked at my wristbands.
Lucky that Isabel Richborn wasn't there to
look also =? I tore them off and flung them
INTO the furnace, glad to escape second
sight of their fair (') proportions.
'Servc;l We right" said my hard looking
friend with evident satisfaction, ga man has
no business with such FUNNY dlddles-par-
ticularly if he goes pork fishing
I seized the pork and held it ready for
delivery.
"Youl have to trust me, hain't got the
money to spare Jest now" said he, taking
the purchase and making of.
stop. sir, stop" screamed after him,
none of that, we don't credit"
The old man said nothing. but laid down
the pork on box, and wen, out. Directly
he returned with Deacon Cutter and Squire
Brown, with both of whom was acqnaint-
ed.
"IIere's my bondsmen," said he, leading
up the gentlemen Squire, what's my
STANDING" :.
"Wor,h at the least calculation, Charley"
said the Squire, turning to inc, "at the least
calculation, two hundred thousand dollars"
"And you wouldn't trust him for ten
pounds Of pork, eh, Charley" laughed Dea-
con Cutter "but that's too good la, ha, |
declare"
So much for appearances. Ever since
then, have never seen an old, ragged man,
belonging in the country, without saying to
myself, "rhere goes man of property"
After this, customers came in so fast, that
it would be impossible to particularize.
sold almost everything, from silk dresses
down to clothes pins and penny whistles.
My success in drawing bargains was re-
markable, and it WAS near sunset, and yet
had no dinner for the day. The fact Of it
was, that at dinner time, WAS SO full Of
customers that didn't like to leave the
store for fear Of losing trade, and now
found myself possessed Of a singular longing
for fragrant tea and hot biscuit. knew
my pretty cousin Jenny would be sure to
have both ready for me.
was just congratu'ating myself on my
good luck for the day, and thinking how
surprised Harry would be, when he returned,
at finding so much of his summer stock dis.
posed OF, when in rushed the identical old
lady who had bought the dc beige in the
early part of the day. She looked furious,
and bore in her hand a bundle, which
seemed suspiciously like the one she had car
ried away from the store that morning.
"Hand over my money, it's nothn' but
four pence cambric! Mrs. Moss, the dress
maker, says SO, YOU young cheat Of scamp
you deceived me! Hand over my money,
| saw"
Before I could get breath to reply the
man who had purchased the two cents worth
Of snuff, made his appearance.
"sir," said he with dignity, 1.-The snuff you
sold me this morning, is villainous black
pepper, and my wife has nigh killed herself
taking it! Sir, her nose is nigh large as
turkeys egg, and growing larger every
minute"
"Give me my money!" cried tile de beige
woman.
"Give me my money!" cried the snuff
man.
"Give me nay money !" yelled little ur
chin, climbing upon crate Of earthenware
to make himself moro conspicuous. "Yer
sent daddy smokin' terbacker instid O
chawin' and ma'am copperas instead Of sal
eratus, and Tom and Polly. and the dog is
pisened with it; and daddy's got the trim
bles all over with the terbacker |"
"Sir, 1 called to get my money!" said {
fat man, in yellow waistcoat, "you sold
me indigo instead Of blue vitriol."
"Give me my money" cried the de beige
woman.
"Hand over my money!" cried the infu
rated snuff man.
"Give me my-money -maney-mon
ey!' roared the whole posse in chorus.
Isprapg over the Counter, and near y
knocEin0 down consin Harrv in fha door