The weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1858-1860, 1859-02-08

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pose. A belief in ghess nd assisted !
e get his house cheap belief in drsa
might enable him 70 discharge moral du
II any Of eur readers have been pleased
fancy that Samson Brown was % muel
: lover Of gain that he had no sense OF iii
er wrong, We beg leave to correct them
that erroneous opinion "A more vulf
scamp would have gone % withths thouss
! pounds in his pocket, and left the shade
! Mrs Stubs TO trouble the cottage to /
end OF time But samson Brown would
! seon have committed forgery Is have Be-
guilty Of an act 20 manifcstly paltrv.
He therefore went to the village indieat
IN his dream; and altar sundry inquire
actually found BARRIERS shop tenated |
one Jonathan Jones TO the respectabili
OF Jones report bore indifferent testimon
i A Partially to beer seemed to be anon
his leading peculiarities and this pecuIia
ny, it was said. strongly initiated again
that manipulative skill which ID 20 essenti,
to the BARRIERS vocation However, sever,
OF the older informants, when they had dt
tailed sundry disreputable facts in connec
| ton with Jones, shook their heads with q.
eeeding gravity, and said that If eyerybod
q YER
different person from what Jones sctualll
was. II reports were true, this would hav,
been highly desirable. Entering the dirt,
and dlsorderly shop Samson Brown perceiy
cd an individual still dirtisr and still NOR,
disorderly-ons Of those ungainly, sottisl
figures, that seem never to be intoxicated
and never sober-always have red noses, and
always wear seedy black clothes. The indi
vldnal in question was seated in a corner
with short pipe in his mouth, the very Der.
lection OF those bad tradesfolks who make 4
point Of looking at every customer as if he
was an intruder.
Come to be shaved r said the individual
IN foggy voice.
For the first time probably in his life,
Samson Brown shuddered. The idea al
trusting precious chin to the foul com Mound
OF dullness and malignity that stood before
There was an awkward pause. Samson
Brown turned his eye to the shop-window.
- the only shoppy thing about the place
hoping to find same small article of which he
might make q purchase Vain endeayor.
Rapidly passing in review q miserable assort-
ment Of glasscases and pasteboard boxes,
evidently containing the fragments Of bu-
siness ruined years ago, he plainly saw that
there was literally nothing to buy. His only
course, therefore, was to jump at once into
the middle ofthe subject.
What was the name Of your parental
grand fatherY asked Samson.
You re another!'' growled the barber.
Pardon me- said Samson Brown, II
1ont quite perceive the force of your obser-
alton. | asked you what was the name Of
FOUR grandfather, on the fathers's side"
Very well what was the name ofyours1''
vas the respondent growl,
Through this uncouth question, Samson
Srown could almostfancy he heard the voice
i tempting demon, urging him to walk off
With the money, and leave the surly barber
noumbered with his wrongs, as q punish
nent for his bad manners. However. he
esolutely conquered the fend, and. with
very show Of good temper, resumed the
conversation
Wasn't your grandfather's name John
ones r
If you guess again you'll guess wrong"
7as the answer
In apecuniary respect, your grandfather
'as better of than yourself2'
The brsotted individual did not know |
bout that He knew that he himself al |
'ays paid his way and that, if other peo. |
le, who wore fine coats, Always did the same |
1ings would 60 on much better than thew |
i'd
Are there any ether grandchildren Of
ohm Jones now alive r
the manner Of the surly professor Of
iavlng. Dropping the air of logged re-
rive which ne had hitherto worn with such
he absolutely deluged Samson
rown with flood Of family history. Never
as heard such series Of woes.
Alter few moments pause, occupied with
le digestion Of this n,ass Of family history,
amson Brown abruptly exclaimed: :
Mr.. Jones, would you like nine hundred
ounds2'
As this was question that only admitted
one answer, Jonathan Jones made no an
yer at all
Would you like to handle nine hundred
funds repeated Samson Brown. Be
use, ifyou would, will give it to you
w.
"Give me nine hundred pounds-now
,me, come, q jokes all very we'll"
"Ihere'r no joke in the matter. The dis
very has been made that a thousand pounds
due You from the estate Of certain party
ceased, and the discoverer claims one
inbred pounds as the reward of his zeal
d integrity so you have only to sign
ls receipt, and take the money" and
presented small document duly stamp.
From sense Of logged stupidity. Jones
d passed into a state of logged shrewd-
IS. He seemed more ready for informa-
n than for ready cash. "Who's this here
TO- Stubs, that this here thing talks aboutY
said.
Sign, my dear sir, without troubling your
T to ask questions" said Samson Brown, 4
ploringly.
"Well, but one likes to know what one is
out; and then it seems I'm to have only 1
10 hundred pounds, and I'm to sign for q {
,usand. The other hundred is for the l
gent, you say. Are you the hagent Be 9
use, # you are, !. think you have taken !
e Of yourself, anyhow" n
No matter who 10 the ageut, and Who is =
! The hundred pounds in question is y
iced to by Mrs. Stubbs" g
That mother Stubs seems to be yery {
9 with other peoples money" growled y
les. o
And say" he continued, with increasing
lmen, IF mother Stubs is dead, how can y
J agree to anything :,
For the infnitesimal fraction Of second, il
nson Brown felt embarrassed; but i'm
diately recovering himself, he said: :
Mr.. Jonathan Jones, my time lie valuable.
y that paper. without asking any ques-
ns,and put nine hundred pounds in hard : :
ney on the table Ask one single ques-
. more, walk out Of the shop, and you'll :
'er hear ofthe nine hundred pounds again :,
long as you live :
Zones made no observation that was dis 81
city audible; but, muttering something =
ut poor mans rights, and something
, about something being very hard, he d. :
ted his steps to a SHELF whence he took a =
ken tea-cup containing little ink, and !
y short black pen, black from one extrem-
to the other With this unseeming in n
lment he scrawled his name at the bot
be document and whether it was through :
J, or whether it was by accident, he spelt
es with : (Joanes) precisely after the
ZION Of Mrs. Stnbbs
Thara ~ criad Samoan Rrn~vr afAn, | =,