The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-06-11
CHE Gines, Mem Bloomfield, 1Da.
ing his English whiskors. "ono plate,

" Ten cents a plate for hash only" re-
piled the clerk, winlSing silly to the wait
ers, who were making all sorts of grimaces.
Leonidas put his hand in his pocket, and
after fumbling while, he drew out from a
corner n dilapidated ten cent stamp, so
wretchedy withered and defaced-such
mutilated evidence of the evils of civil war
that the clerk started, aghast at the
sight. INfF HFtB
"That amt worth more than five CENTS"
said he fecbly. at looks sick-had the
smallpox, or must have been badly vac
cinated."
80, never mind" said Leonidas, with
lofty carelessness, and yawning. "I shall
come in and take dinner here every day
I'll pay you the other five cents next time.
like your hash, and when like q place
stick to it,"
His threat of coming every day, increased
the clerks ALARM and he thought it best to
be rid of such customer as soon as possi-
BILE.
Every WE'LL" said he, forcinga smile
- lI y Snall alIalT, any way.
"Of course, replied Leonidas, with q
happy coincidence of opinion. "Have you
got such a useful trile as penknife about
you ?"
The clerk looked rather savage at this
and felt as If a carving knife would have
been more servicable just then. He thought
of Felix Larkin and John Glass, but with
heroic self command he smoothed down the
his knife. Leonidas took it and commen-
ced pairing and cleaning his nails, apparent
ly unconscious of being "cynosure of
neighboring eyes"
",Jack," shouted the clerk fiercely, put
another cord of pickles and another
mountain of bread ON the table out there
and see that we take an extra gallon of
milk after this %
eyes, SIR" shouted Jack (; "Sure not to
forget it,
''Thanb you, SIR" said Leonidas, re-
turning the penknife.. "Oh, by the way,
| suppose you don't care about that even
ing paper out there. There's an article in
it am anxious to preserve--a money ar
ticle. ut. Wf Ha
=" Jack" cried the clerk, biting his lip
in despair, "hand this gentleman the even-
ing paper" an ..t p
eyes, sir" exclaimed Jack, rushing and
presenting the paper to Leonidas with
so much alacrity as if waiting upon the
Grand Duke. ,a H..a.u
Jack" said Leonidas Familiarity, "now
III trouble you for bit of your tobacco"
And Leonidas helped himself literally.
81 shall be around again Tomorrow
said Leonidas, shut must go now and
attend to my city accounts.'' And wav-
ing his hand gracefully to the clerk, he left
the establishment. sln
Round againp Heaven prevent him p
said the clerk as he disappeared. lu
"He didn't pay for the tooth brush,"
said Jack, "an6 washed his--ah here he
comes again" n'pf-i.
81 say, my friend, it is just beginning to
rain," said Leonidas, popping his head in
at the door. IfiH Fu ht,iH Of
Can't you lend me an umbrella? In
again, you know, to morrow. ih I
," Umbrella? =? No, sir, havn't got any.
/ say you didn't pay for that tooth brush"
"The toothbrush? Toothbrush. Oh,
no, so didn't, did 1? Well, the fact was,
you see, l tried it, but the bristles were
altogether too soft. I like your hash,
however l could live on that hash! Good
bye In again tomorrow" '4t "'
And again waving his hand gracefully
shaking out his clean wet handkerchief,
Leonldas Lunch departed in the direction
of Printing House Square. "'
Unlucky John.
On the 2Sth of November, 1870, Jason
McCord, wealthy gentleman of Chicago,
departed this life. Before his death he
made no will, and, it was left for the courts
to say who should inherit his riches. An