The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-11-15

lLe tTauer was preparing UO leaVc WHeu
a laboring man entered the store, man
habited in blue overalls and frock, and
wearing upon his head an old straw
hat.
+" Mr.. Slower, 1 think ?" said the new
conner.
"That's my name"
The laboring man started at the alb
ruptness of the tone. He was not used
to being answered in that way; nor was
he used to hearing traders speak so to a
customer.
"I want to get little, paint, sir"
My boy will attend to you. I am
busy"
"But, sir, your boy may be as igno-
rant of the compounds I require as l am.
Pm going to paint floor, and l only
know that want some yellow ochre,
some litharge and"
1 am not painter, sir, broke in
Stover roughly. "My boy will put up
whatever you may want"
"Then you cannot accommodate Gus
toner with the benefit of your knowledge
concerning the respective quantities for
a specified purpose"
"Knowledge isn't one of my trading
commodities. You will find that up at
the Academy. Here, John, if the man
wants anything sell it to him"
And thus speaking, Mr.. Stover put on
his hat and left the store, evidently
thinking that his customer, whom he had
never seen, was an itinerant laboring
man, or farmer from the back region,
who would want to pay for his goods in
poplar wood or old potatoes.
Ralph Stover went to the mills, where
he found an architect and an engineer
from the city experimenting extensive
alterations and improvements. But Mr..
Goodhue was not there. They thought
likely he was at his house. So to the
house Mr.. Stover wended his way, where
he was informed by lady that if Mr..
Goodhue was back from an errand on
which he had been out, he would proba-
bly, be found in the garden.
Next he went to the garden, where our
trader found man in blue over
alls and frock, engaged in making a
fower-bed
els Mr.. Goodhue about here?"
"That is my name sir,."
But mean the man who owns the
place-who owns the mills"
am the man.
You !-ehw
Mr.. Slower beheld the customer to
whom he had behaved so indecently at
his store.
Really, Mr.. Goodhue, had no idea
L"
eff you have business with me sir"
interrupted Goodhue, respectfully, but
sternly, ~ will attend to you, otherwise,
my time is precious"
Upon my soul, Mr.. Goodhue, l must
ask your pardon. had no idea it was
you. But if you will give me your Gus.
tom, think l could make it as much
for your interest as"
Stop, sir" commanded Goodhue, with
wave of the hand. eff wish to trade
with you I will call at your store. ]
suffer no man to infict his begging fol
custom upon me at home. Good day
SIR"
And while Mr. Goodhue returned t.
his work, Ralph Stover had read his mar
well enough to know that further remarks
would be worse than useless so he turn
ed moodily and unhappily away
Mr.. Goodhue found Eben Shackfort
to be an honest, upright, conscientious
accommodating tradesman, and with hin
he made arrangements for the supply o
goods for himself and workman.
Shackford throve, and was grateful ant
happy; the laborers in the mill obtaine,
their goods vastly cheaper than ever be
fore; while Ralph Stover, in bitterness
of spirit, cursed the hour in which h
was led to insult customer who chance,
to be habited in the garb of laborinI
man.
D6s~ Accidents arising from druggist
putting up wrong prescriptions are SO FIRE
0uent that manY persons now insist OF