Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1873-11-29
A MAN EXPLAINS THE FINANCIAL SIT

been stuaying this financial business
over, and we think We understand it.
Have read the quotations, eight columns
solid nonpariel, every evening just be-
fore bedtime. If We wasn't dead broke
we'd be broker. Our half that wears
a redingote woke up the other night,
and being a little restless because we
had no funds with Jay Cooke AZ Co,
asked what they meant by saying that
gold was weaker Here was cur oppor-
tunity to show that the eight columns
solid nenparel had worked Turning
over and planting our feet against the
foot,board, We commenced at the begin
ming, and reviewing the spirit, of the
times, explained how money was requir-
ed to move grain, remaIking at some
length on the expediency of an early
resumption of a more substantial circu-
lating medium, and winding up with
the present stringency when everything
is tied up in worthless and depressed
stocks, and showing how, while preto-
leum was easy and whiskey steady, and
gold very much down in the mouth, all
that was necessary was plenty OF cur
rency to move grain, You know, and 1T
was all right again. But women never
can understand finance, though my wife
knows dollar when she sees it, as
quick as anybody. Then we took a
suppositious case which we thought suf-
fcently near the point. Il draw my
salary; for the time being | am long on
currency. Then l pay board and wash
bills, and by borrowing little, manage
to buy very decent overcoat. L am
then very short Nothing could be
more simple. When my paper has ma
tured | 90 into the street and run all
over the treasury building for a loan.
| bull it because | am not in acondltlon
to bear it. Not having any available
securities, as gold watch or diamond
pin, I fail to cover. | am panicky.
Then my wife duns me for a cord Of
button-molds. Then l suspend. Per
fectly plain. Now why 40 fail 7
What do you suppose she said ! No;
the fact is, she was asleep all the time
But she intimated the next morning
that / talked too much
NoreSs OF NovEMBER.-Now the
winds lift up their voices. The leafess
branches of the trees sway and rattle in
the breeze. The sky is low, gloomy and
leaden. Now the swine root out the
nuts from among the fallen leaves and
beneath our feet the rustic thereof
sounds bleak, aud the gusts drive them
in whirling eddies around our ears. No
yember is the pioneer Of winter. His
sharp winds and keen frosts cut down
the verdure for the bed in which Old
Winter is to lie. If there be left liv-
ing wild flower it droops its head as
though mourning over the graves of Its
companions. The swollen streams hur-
ry on. Cattle seek the welcome shed.
The squirrel stores his nuts and pre-
pares his wintry bed. Our gardens wear
an air of desolation. The few stems
and vines that survive have a dingy and
dirty look, and naught save the ever
green wears its emerald robe. The
country roads are softening and the
wheel of the wagner sticks in its plas-
tic bed, bringing out the muscles of the
striving and faithful steed. November
by the Saxons was called "Wiutmonth,
or "Windmouth," also "Blot Month,
or "Blood Month, from the custom of
slaughtering many cattle during that
period of the year. 1t has always been
regarded as the gloomiest month OF the
wear. the month of blue devils and sui
cides, fogs and rains, freshets and gusts,
the enemies of cheerfulness and exhile-
ration.
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