Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1863-09-09

Thought Td-have a little joke; l was
EOnly in fun; and, to prove it. 1 will now
give you an order for two hundred assor-
ted pieces of d" Harris Cassimeres '-on
only six months timer
Don't let the incident trouble you in
the least, remarked Mr.. Harris, 1 am
only plain, hard-working pan, and have
worked my way up from boy among the
hard-fsted, greasy mechanics of New
England. I make no pretensions to aris-
tocracy or noble blood, and always treat
as an equal the poorest lad in my employ,
| if he is honest and industrious. Your
explanation is qnite unnecessary, and I
shall be happy to fill your order. But the
goods must be paid for before leaving the
building, as we are giving no more credit
to Shareholders. Present appearances in
dicate that we shall soon have trouble
with the South. And if the Southern
political brokers fail in their speeulations
do not intend that any of their notes in
my possession shall increase their embar.
rassments.'
The Southern merchant was astonish-
ed He was grievedl He was indig-
nant He swore littleI But it didn't
do any good, and Mr.. Harris honest,
good-natured countenance only beamed
with serenity, beneyolence and Yankee
frmness. He was ready to serve his ex-
cited customer, but he must receive bank
able funds, instead of Southern notes.
As the goods were in great demand in
the Southern market, and must be had, a
cash purchase to the amountof one thou
sand dollars was made and the goods
shipped for Cottondom; but the indig-
nant Southerner sworein oaths loud, long,
ringing and fearful, that he would never
wear the cussed stuF-no, indeed, not a
bit Of it.
And now comes the nub of the joke
The merchant was captured as a spy a
few months ago in Washington, and was
sent under guard to Fort Hotel de Var
ren, in BOston HarboG
While passing through Boston, It was
his luck to meet Mr. Harris at the depot,
and it was MS mortifcation to have Il no
ticed that his pants were made from enc
of the identical pieces ii Mr.. Harris cas-
simeres which he had SO Justify wished
in hell.
Seeing that Mr.. Harris noticed and rec
ognized the goods, he exclaimed with a
sardouie sneer:
Harris, you praying old hypOcrite, I
curse you for a prophet You said that
if wanted your old cassimeres in hell,
I'd better buy EN- I did buy EN-, and
I reckon they have gone there. At any
rate my store was burned to the ground,
and wha! wasn't destroyed by fire was
stolen by thieves. Again I curse you
for a prophetP
With no desire to aggravate the suffer-
ing of the infatuated rebel, Mr.. Harris
turned upon his heel and left in sorrow.
The next week, however, he forwarded
to the rebel, enough yards of the best
cashmere for an entire suit of clothes,
with the brotherly remark, that although
his old customer erred in politics and
Christianity, he would find that the Yam
kee Abolitionists were brothers to all,
white or black, in prosperity or adver-
sity.
The rebel received the goods as they
were sent, in a spirit of kindness, and sent
back the following reply:
"FRIEND HARRIS Your brotherly
present was this day received, and I re-
turn thanks. If l am ever permitted
again to return to my native home, shall
try to disabuse my friends Of the belief
that New Englanders are all fanatics,
who labor only for civil war and blood
shed. You have my gratitude and res
poet. 1 have the honor to be your obe-
dient servant"
The affair has created no little excite
ment among the financial Circles of Bos-
ton, and it is hoped that at the close of
the war-which is shortly expected
that this little incident may be used as
an opening financial wedge to reorganize
friendly feeling with the South.