The native Virginian. [volume] (Orange Court House, Va.) 1867-187?, 1869-10-22
FROM THE RICHMOND wHIG.1
MoZis ADDUMS IN THE SOUTH.
Mosis Interuieics the Editor of The Natiuc
Vuginian--4 Southern Tour, Etc.

M0tis interviews the Editor of The Natiue
VTginidH--A Southern Ioar, Etc.
ORRINcH KorE Hous, Sep, 1869. --Hav-
in NV sum kattil to regulait for young
Fill loans, | stop heel day OH my re-
turn for to see my old fren Baagby. l
foun him II sittin in split bottom
cheer, with the bottom busted out. hold
inge of a new spaper III his han and Il
lookin very dseolsertit.
"Baagby,' sails to him, "Baagby"-
He riggled in his cheer, and stopt
me.
Look heer," he sails, .syou's very
familvur. Like all NV yore clarss,
you've took into 20 he'd since the waw
that you kin cali eni yboddy by thar
last naim. do bcleeve," he sails, "tha:
eff yon was to see General Lee you'd
call him jess so Lee
l stopt him right thar, and sails pint
blank blunt:
s.You's tle!" for was mad. 81 calls
him Marse Robbert. coz rispecks and
liiys him. and | cood'n rispeck nor luv
him no mn | do unless'n | wos to eat
him, and don't want to do tnat."
"Wby?" he inquire.
sCoz don't want to ruinate Wash
ingtOn hollldge.
That scent to please him, and he
britened up littil, but sune ruliapst
agair.
"Baagbv," | sails to him, "Baagby,
what's the motter. Baagby."
Thar it is agin J" he sails. evvydunt-
ly knettled; you've called me Baagby
three times handrunnin."
"Nuvyer you mine bout that sails:
'.jest you tell me what's the motter,
Baagby."
"Wcll," lie sa;s, "here's Sandy Littil
maxim fun NV me beeos | haveLt started
that ar Goddinsv.i Gizzet."
"Who's Sandy Litt;l?" I sails, and
whats tho Goddinsvil Gizzet ?'
He Explained, and lafft him to skon.
"Baagby," sails. 'dodt't be down.
carsted, Baagby; both NV um put to-
gether aint wuth much. | wouldn't
give myself the chicken garps for all
the eddyturs and newspapers in the
wuTl."
"But," he sails, 81 don't like to say
I'm a goiagter do a thing, aud then not
do it,
81 airt got the MUMMY"
"fhat's wuss," sais; and my count
rance drord long like hisn, tor felt
sympathy for him. But | sails, '.Iiow
much MUMMY" sails, "will it talk to
start 20 new paper?"
"Oh, he said. 'sonly few hundred
dollars. | might borry"-
hauled him short up, and shuk my
finger plum in his fails.
''Baagby," sails, "don't borry,"
''l've got no idee."
"Baagby, whatever you do, don't you
nuvver boriy. Baagby."
81 tell YOU
'Borryin. Baagby. is dispepsy NV the
tinanss-it's eetin what you carn't did
jest-its drorin a note on a bank that
aint bllt, (the tuchure. Its diskouht-
in yo own paper-ana it's intlorsin for
man that yon carnt possibly Nno nuth-
in 'bodt-yourself-it's a"
"Hold !" he sails; "take item to fetch
breth. | newer heerd you run on so in
my life. You must NV sutfud mitely
frum that horryin sickness in yo time,"
lIc sails,
vi has
Then tole him how wunst pun a
item borrid so menny dollars from
fren, and paid 'em lin omy wn minel in
thirty days, easy.
Yes" he says, "ths humune mine is
the po'ist NV pay-it's wuss'n onted-
crit shucks, or Phenium or Cuhy bonds.
it's a."
'sRut that's kneether heer nor thar"
l sais, "A iren'S a fren, aid I'm think
in bout you, not myself. What you