The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1866-01-19
a HALTER IN SEARCH OF FUR.

and 'cOney." HeWanted some Russia.
ftold him we had none, but Mrs. Whee-
Ter, where l boarded, had several hun
dred pounds.
''What on earth is woman doing
with Russia?" he said.
could not answer, but assured him
that there were one hundred and thirty
pounds Of old Russia and one hundred
and fifty pounds of young Russia in
Mrs. Wheeler's house, and under her
charge, but whether it was for sale
could not say.
Off he started, with a view to make
the purchase. He knocked at the door
Mrs. Wheeler asked him to walk in and
be seated. She, the elder, made her
appearance.
81 want to get your Russia, ," said the
halter.
Mrs. Wheeler asked him to walk in
and be seated. She, of course, supposed
he had come after her daughter Rushia
"What do you want of Rushia? ask
ed the old lady.
"To make hats" was the reply.
'To trim hats, Isuppose you mean ,"
responded Mrs. Wheeler.
mo; fer the outside of hats" re-
piled the halter.
We'll, l don't know much about hats,
but | will call my daughter said the
old lady.
Passing into the other room, where
Rushia the younger was at work, she
informed her that man wanted her to
make hats.
"Oh, hemeans sister Mary, probably.
suppose he wants some ladies' hats"
was Rushia's reply, as she passed into
the parlor.
81 suppose you wish to see my sister
Mary She is our milIiner," said the
younger Rushai.
Il wish to see whoever owns the
property"
Sister Mary was sent for, and soon
made her appearance. As soon az he
was introduced, the latter informed her
that he wished to buy Russia.
"Buy Rushia" exclaimed Mary, in
surprise. II don't understand you"
"YOur name is Miss Wheeler, | be-
lieve?" said the latter, who was annoy
ed ut the difficulty he met with in be-
ing understood.
SIT is, sir"
"Ah, very well. Is there old and
young Russia in the house ?"
~ believe there is" said Mary, sur
prised at the familiar manner in which
he spoke of her mother and sister, both
of whom were present.
"What is the price Of old Russia per
pound?"
Il believe, sir, that old Rushia is not
for sale" replied Mary, Indignantly.
"WelI, what do you ask for young
Russia" pursued the halter.
"Sirw said Rushia theyOungerspring-
ing to her feet, "dO you come here to in
suit defenceless females? If you do we
will soon call our brother, who is in the
garden, and he will punish you as you
Deserve
"Ladiesw exclaimed the halter, in
astOnishment, "what on earth have
done to offend you? Icame here to buy
some Russia. l was told you had old
and young Russia in the house. In
deed, this young lady just stated such
to be the fact, but she says the old Rus
sia is not for sale. Now if ] can buy
the young Russia, | want to do so; but
if it can't be done, please say so, and l
will trouble you no further"
"Mother, open the door, and let the
gentleman pass out; he is undoubtedly
crazy" said Miss Mary.
"By thunder! l believe l shall be, if
l remain here long," exclaimed the
halter, considerably excited. 81 Won
der if folks never do business in these
parts, that you think a man is crazy if
he attempts such thing?"
Business, poor man ~ said Mary
soOthingly, approaching the door.
I 81 am not poor man, madam" re-
piled the halter. "My name is Walter
Dibble. l carry on hating extensively
in Danbury. / came to Grassy Plains
to buy fur, and have purchased some
''beaver" and 'coney,' and now it seems
| am to be called "crazy" and ''poor
man." because | want to buy little
RUSSIA to make up an assortment" "
The ladies began to open their eyes a
little. They saw that Mr.. Dibble was
quite in earnest, and his explanation
threw considerable light on the subject.
"Who sent you here"" asked sister
Mary.
1.-THE clerk at the store opposite"
"He is a wicked young fellow for
making this trouble, "said the old lady.
"He has been doing this for joke" "
she continued.
"a joker exclaimed Dibble, in sur
prise. ''Have You got any Russia,
them"
"My name is Jerusha, and so is my
daughters" said Mrs. Wheeler, land
that, L suppose, is what he meant by
telling you about old and young Ru-
shia."
Mr.. Dibble bolted through the door