Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1858-06-30

none OF yer Western hog cholera stuff
made q tour of the suspicious-lookinp bar
reis In the cellar, gazed apprehensively at m,
wrought wristbands-found a barrel vbic}
smsit OF pickle; and procuring pair of Ion,
handled pincers from the coal bin, made !
piunge into the cask with them. Notbine
whatever came up to reward nv efforts: and
was making Preparations for a second Give
wnen down came my hard looking friend to 90,
how was getting on.
fut yer hands in, ye abominable youpe
dandy. What are ye sfraid of, wonder? n
with yer hands" Ny friend was little out
OF patience with me.
could not bear the appellation of dandy, SC
plunged my hands and arms nto the pickle
and brought whole layer of pork.
lnstinctively looked at nv wristbands
Lucky that Isabel Richborn wasn't there n
look also! tore them off and flung them into
the furnace, glad to escape a second sight o
their fair C) proportions l.
Serve ye right said my hard looking friend
with evident satisfaction, "a man has no bust
ness with such fummy diddles-particularly B
seized the pork and held it ready for de-
livery.
~ ou III have to trust me, hain't got the
money to spare jest now" said he, TAKING the
purchase and making off.
"Stop. sir, STOP" 1 screamed after him
none OF that, we don't credit
The old man said nothing, but laid down the
pork on box, and went out. Directly he re-
turned with Deacon Cutter and Snuira Rrown
with both of whom was acquainted.
"llere my bOndsmen," said he, leadin0 mn
the gentlemen; esquire, what's my standin!2i'
worth ut the least calculation, Charley ,,
SAID the Squire, turning to me, s'at the least
calculation two hundred thousand dollars
And you wouldn't trust him for ten pounds
OF pork, eh, Charley" laughed Deacon Gutter:
but that too good! ha, ha, declare"
30 much for appearances. Ever since then.
nave never seen an old, ragged man, belong.
ing In the country, without saying to myseIf
mere goes man OF property
after this, customers came in so fast. that IL
would be impossible to particuIarize. soId
almost everything, from silk dresses down 70
clothes pins and penny whistles Nv success
In drawing bargains was remarkable, and il
was near sunset, and yet l had no dinner for
the day. The fact of it was, that at dinner time.
l was so full of customers that didn,t Iike ~
leave the store for fear of losing trade, and
now L found myself possessed of a singular
longing Tor fragrant tea and hot biscuit. I
knew my pretty cousin Jenny would be sure to
have both ready for me.
was just congratulating myself on nv good
luck for the day, and thinking how surprise d
Harry would be, when he returned. at indino
50 much of his summer stock disposed of wbe1
In rushed the identical old lady who had bought
the de beige In the early part of the day. She
looked furious, and bore in her hand a bundIe
which seemed suspiciusly like the one she had
carried away from the store that morning.
Hand over my money, it's nothin' but four
pence cambria. Mrs. Moss, the dressmaker.
seys so, you young cheat of scamp, ysu de.
ceivsd me, Hand over my money. sayI,
Before could get breath to reply the man
who had purchased the two cents worth "A
snuff, made his appearance
Sir, said he with dignity, % the snuff Won
sold me this morning, is vllainous black pep.
per, and my wife has nigh killed herself takinp
IL: Dir, her nose is nigh large as a turkey
egg, and growing larger every minute"
Give me my money" cried the de beige
woman.
Give me my money" !" cried the snuff man.
" Give me my money" yelled a little ur.
chin, climbing upon a crate Of earthenware to
make himself more conspicuous eyer sent
daddy sTnOkin terbacker instid of chawin'
and ma m cOpperas instead of saleratus. and
Tom and Polly, and the dog is pisened with it
and daddy's got the trimbles all over with the
terbacker!"
Sir, called to get my money" said fat
man, In yellow waistcoat ''you sold me indi-
go instead Of blue vitriol''
"Gi1e me my money" cried the de beige
woman.
...i Hand land over my money" cried the infuri-
GIVE me -money-money ~
rOared the whole posse in chorus.
sprang over the counter and nearly knock
ing down cousin Harry in the doorway, never
stopped until l was safe on the sofa by the side
of sympathizing Jennie.
Harry told me afterwards that my days shop
keeping cost him fifty dollars, besides losing
forever the custom of two pretty girls who had
brought the butter; and highly offending the
old de beige woman and her red haired daug
ter, including the illustrious Sam jackson.