The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1866-09-29
A Tcylan Sold.

II. G., the correspondent of the
7cFgoph from New York, tells the
Following good ono
One Cushman, or some one with o
name very like the one ! have sug-
gcstcd, was lately in a New England
town. His wardrobe was not COM
plctc; he went TO tailor's, was
measured for pair of unmcntiona-
bles, had them made, and put them
on. A day or two after he had don
ned his new clothes, he was standing
in the hotel, looking intently in the
mirror, wondering whether his mill
tary whiskers out to be trimmed.
Up comes a portly little German
gentleman, also with military whis-
kers, and bowing to our Texas friend,
said; "Ah! Meister Cooshman, |
bidst you coot morninks." Cush
bowed. The German gentleman
added, Tse Major Bridges, you must
drinks pottle vine nit me- Cush-
man is a liberal fellow, a man who
spends his money free" A gentle
man with a big heart, as well as
growing abdominal regions. A queer
fellow, too, is Cushman, setting at
naught all the fixed rules of courtesy
and etiquette, and doing things in his
own way, and that way sometimes,
more agreeable to himself than to
others; so he would not drink pottle
vine nit Major Bridges, but Major
Bridges must drink pottle vine nit
him. They sat down together and
the Major drank with Cush., though
the latter, by all established rules
should have been the guest, he being
q visitor and the Major at home.
Cush avoided mention of the san
culinary struggle which had so re-
emily deluged the country in blood,
and so did Major Bridges, both being
actuated by proper regard for each
others feelings. The champagne
sparkled and bubbled, and their lip.
kissed the brims OF their glasses Of:
ten, meeting the rich, mantling wave:
Of the ripe, amber-hued wine, unit
Bridges liked "Cooshmon" and
"COoshmon" divided his time il
liking the wine and wondering who
the devil Bridges could be. Tn,
Major arose, and taking our wander,
ing Texian by the hand, he said, "a
likes you mine vriend, and / comei
tomorrow, and you drinks pottl,
vine nit me-"
Cushman pressed the hand of hi
Teutonic friend and was agreeable
Bridges left. Cushman, seeing hi
tailor coming toward the hotel, re
solved to find out who his militar,
friend was. He hailed Snip an'
pointing to the warrior who had jus
lcft him, said, "Snip, who is tina
man ~ Snip replied, "he is one q
my journeymen." "Thc devil yo
say,S replied Cushman, "why tn
fellow introduced himself to me b
saying, Use Major Bridges" Sni
guilawed when he heard this, and in
formed Cushman that the portly III
tie German with whom he had in
parted, made the very clothes he wa
then wearing, and while he, Snil
was taking the measure Of hin
Cushman, the little portly journc,
man had overheard their convcrs;
ton about Texas, and was seize
with desire to emigrate to the Lor
Star State. That he had fallen
love with the State, and the peopl
from Cushman's description Of ther
etc, etc, and declared his intentiC
of talking with Mr.. Cushman on Il
subject. "well," said our frien
who had been sold, "he did ask me
great many questions about Tex0
but why did he sail under false CO
ors, and say he was Major Bridges
"You must not do injustice to N
journayman, Mr.. Cushman," sa
Snip, "his name Is Carl kysendcr
fer, and | guess be introduced hir
self by saying, I'se made 70
brooches pn Cush Immediately pr
pared 10 faint, but upon reflecti
concluded to stand treat for the "hl
town."