The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-04-11
A M Ell TING STORY.

n M LII IN y o1S1
One winter evening country store
keeper in the Green Mountain State was
about closing up for the hight, and while
standing in the snow outside, putting up
the window shutters. saw a.lounging fel
low within grab pound of fresh butter
from the shelf, and concealed it in his hat.
The act was no sooner detected than
the revenge was hit upon. and very few
| minutes found the Green Mountain storess
keeppr indulging lis appetite for fun to
the fullest extent and paying of-the thief
with facetious sort of torture; for which
he would have gained premium from
the old Inquisition.
II say, Seth said the stoorkeeper,
coming in and closing the door after him,
sIapring his hand over his shoulder and
stamping the snow off his feet.
Seth had his hand on the door, his hat
on his head, and the roll of butter in his
hat. anxious to make his exit as soon as
| possible.
Il say, Seth, sit down. l reckon now
on such cold cold night as this, little
something warm would not hurt fellow.
Seth felt very uncertain; he had the
butter, and exceedingly anxious to be off,
but the tenn, tation of something warm
sadly interfered with his resolution to go.
This hesitation was soon settled by the
stoor-keener taking Seth by the shoulders
and planting him in seat close to the
stove, where he was so cornered in by
the boxes and barrels, that, while the
grocer stood before him, there was no
possibility of getting out. Right in this
very place, sure enough, the stoor-keeper
sat down.
Seth, we'll have little warm Santa
Cruz said the grocer. He opened the
stove door, AID stuffed in as many sticks
as the place would admit. Without it
you freeze going home such night as
this ="
Seth already felt the butter settling
down closer to his hair, and he jumped
up, declaring he must go.
| ''Not till you have something warm
Seth. Come, I've story to tell you, i"
and Seth was again pushed into his seat
by his cunning tormentor
"Oh! its hot here" said the petty
thief, attempting to rise.
est down don't be in hurry" re-
torted the other pushing him back into
his chair
''But I've got the cows to fodder, and
the wood to split, and I must be going,"
said the prosecuted chap.
Rut you mustn't tear yourself away,
Sell, in this manner. Sit down; let the
COWS take care of themselves, and keep
yourself cool; you seem to be little
tdgety," said the grocer, with a little
| Icer.
The next time was the production of
Two smoking glasses of hot toddy, the
very sight of which, in Seth's present
ituation, would have made the hair stand
erect upon his head, had it not been we'll
oiled and kept down by the butter
''Seth. I will give you toast now, and
you can better it YOURSELF" said the gro.
GER, with an air of consummate simplicity
| that poor Seth believed himself unsus-
pected. Here's Christmas goose,
well roasted, eh2 [ tell you, its the
greatest eating in creation. And, Seth,
don't you never use hogs fat, or common
cooking butter to haste it with; come
take your butter-I mean, Seth. take
your toddy."
Poor Seth now began to smoke, as we'll
as melt, and his mouth was Theoretically
sealed up, as though he had been born
dumb. Streak after streak of the butter
came pouring from under his hat, and
| his handkerchief was already soaked with
the greasy overflow Talking away as if
nothing was the matter, the fun loving
grocer kept stuffiug wood into the stove
While poor- Seth sat upright, with his
| back against the counter and his knees
almost touching the red hot furnace be-
fore him.
Cold night, this" said the grocer.
why, Seth, you seem to prespire as If
you were warm. Why don't you take
your hat off? Here, let me put your hat
away"
MOI exclaimed. poor Seth, at last.
No, must 90, let me out. I amt
well, let me go!''
A greasy cataract was now pouring
down the poor mans face and neck, and
soaking into his clothes, and trickling
down his body into his boots. so that he
was literally in perfect bath of oil.
well, good night. Seth, if you will
CO." said the numerous Vermonter, as
he opened the door. 81 say, Seth. I
reckon the fun I've had out of YOU is
worth ninepence, so l shan't charge YOU
for that pound of butter in your hat
A STORY is told of verdant laborer,
| who having by hook and crook scraped
| together $50 took it to his en-
pioyer, with request to take charge of