The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1867-11-16
OTTAWA FREE TRADER: SATURDAY. NOVEMBER 1e 1857
"Where is Billy Seaman want to make

Hes here, father" said Peter, taking Billy by
the hand and leading him to the bedside
| Write what bid you, Billy, and be quick !;
for haven't . long time to live here; die a
good Catholic, though Farther O'Raferty won't
give me the general rites" - -
A general chorus Of muttered "Ohi musha.
musha |" was now heard through the room but
whether in grief over the sad fate of the diving
man, or the unfinching severity of the priest is
| hard to say.
1 die in peace with all my neighbors and all
mankind"
Another chorus of the company seemed tn an.
prove these charitable expressions.
Il beQueath unto my son Peter-and never
was there better son, or dacenter have YOU
| that down! bequeath unto nv son Peter the
whole OF my two farms of killimundoonery and
knocksheboora, with the fallow meadows behind
Lynchs house, the forge and the right of turf on
the Dooran bog. ! give him, and much good
may 1t DO him, Lanty Cassarn's acre. and the
Luary field, with the lime kiln; and that reminds
me that my mouth is just as dry. Let me taste
what We have in the Jug. Here the dying man
took hearty pull, and seemed considerably re.
freshed by it.
"Where was I, Billy scanlan?" saws he: ooh
L remember; at the lime kiln leave him
that's Peter, mean-the two patatoe gardens at
Noonan's Well, and it's the elegant, fine crops
grows there"
ALI you getCIn Wake 1atner darlln Z" saws
feter, who began to be afraid of nv fathers
CONSCIOUSNESS for to say the truth the punch
got into his head, and he was greatly disposed
to talk
II am, Peter, my son." says he; 81 am getting
wake; just touch my lips again with the lug.
All Peter, Peter you watered the drink" =.
Indeed, father, but it's the taste is leavin'
you, says Peter, and again low chorus of COM
passionate pity murmured through the cabin.
""ell, I'm nearly done now," says my father;
'there's only little plot of ground remaining.
and put it on you, Peter--as We wish to live
good man. and die with the same easy heart as l
90 now-that ye mind my last words to We here.
Are We listening are the neighbors listening
lis Billy Scanlan listening z"
"Ies sir, yes father, we're all minding," cho.
rused the audience.
"Well then, its my last will and testament
give me over the jue"-here he took long drink
land may that blessed liquor be poison to me
it I'm not as eager about this as every other part
| of the will; say, then, I bequeath the little
plot at the cross roads to poor Con. Cregan for
he has heavy charge, and is as honest and as
hard working man as ever knew. Be a friend
to him, Peter dear; never let him want while We
have it yourself-think of me on my death bed
whenever he asks We for any triAe. Is it down,
Billy Seaman the two acres at the cross to
Con- Cregan and his heirs in secuM secuiorum All,
| blessed be the saints, but feel my heart lighter
after that" says he-"a good work makes an
| easy conscience. And now I'll drink all the
company's good health, and many happy returns
-"
What he was going to add there's no saving:
but Peter, who was now terribly frightened at
the lively tone the sick man was assuming hur.
ried all the people into another room to let his
father die in peace
When they were all gone Peter slipped back
to my father, who was putting on his brogues in
corner; Son." says he, Eye did it ali we'll;
but sure that was joke about the two acres at
the Cross"
"Of course it was, Peter" says he; "sure it
was all joke, for the matter of that won't I
make the neighbors laugh hearty tomorrow
when tell them all about it !"
You W, ul mt be mean enough to betray me =,
says Peter. trembling with fright.
"Sure ye wouldn't be mean enough to 20
against yer fathers dying words ~ says nv
father; "the last sentence ever he spoke and
mere ne gave a low wicked laugh, that made my.
self shake with fear
Every well, Con !" said Peter. holding out his
hand: - bargains bargain, yer deep fellow,
that's all" And 80 it ended, and my father slip.
ped quietly over the bog, mighty well satisfied
with the legacy he left himself.
And thus We bscam. the owners Of the little
spot known to this day as Cons Acre.
ONE OF Lutte TAyLOR's OPERATIoNs.-Frsnk
Daygett, Of the Wabasho Herald, narrates the fol.
lowing about Lutte Taylor, of the Prescott jour-
ndl
Lutss philosophy is better than Greelsy's. :
Lutte made out Dills bill, and among other
items was one for
Business adv. year, $4,000"
"Whats this? says George.
"Can't you see !" replied Lutte. Its my
charge for your advertisement"
"Why. don't remember having seen ono n
the paper says 6. honestly.
well you've not had one in the paper. But
that's not my fault I've published the Journal
just the same, and its your own fault if YOU haynt
advertised. l cant afford to lose bv your care.
lessness, have been obliged to set Just 40 much
extra matter--S75 would not make the whole.
the fact is, l will be out at least $25, ANYHOW.
If you don't advertise, must have nv money
just the same, "-and all this in Lutes peculiarly
taking style.
light dawned on Georges visage Just a. you
have seen bright May sun dispel the morning
mist, and the faintest ripple Of laugh disturbed
his otherwise quiet features.
"Ill pay this, Lutte but hereafter won't pay
on any advertisement don't see in the paper.
Put in as much as you think ought TO have,
print me circulars-anything need, and send in
your bill"
George was converted
The following comes from Boston:
Coupon, the corpulent banker, was standing in
State Street one hot day in August, wiping tho
servile drops from off his brow" when . ragged
but sharp-eyed news-boy accosted him with
"Plcase sir, tell me the time ?"
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