The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1874-12-31
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"Confound it !" shouted Sam, fero,
ciously, "h1y luck again !''1 sasec 81.
Sam was angry. He had lost the
game, and had to pay for the coffee. 81
Sam and / were sitting. at one of the
windows Of the cosy little. restaurant
where we both usually dipeyI; myself
in that delightful d<ilee lar sDtnente
state (which generally accompanies
post prandiaI digestion, he chewing
his scrubby mustacbe hercely and
glaring around for some object to vent
his wrath upon. ~-,---- b.
Samuel is general delivery clerk in
the posuoffice of our town. He is a
single gentleman, aged about thirty, as
honest and good soul as ever breath
ed has q dry way about him that is
quite amusing and is very fa1ld of
grumbling-a habit which The vexatious
duties of his position have quite natur-.
ally made him fail into. His particu-
Lar forte in this. line is his tchronic i'll
luck, which, by the by, ! do consider
wholly Imaginary. sssGEfs n,
1 Glancihg casually outof The window.
II beheld our mutual fieiid, Jack
0tBandel, 4saunterin9 Aleisufely y-s by,
with his charming intended, Miss May
arm. 30 ~ AiEIkf1 % "a
"Sam! ~ said 1 meditativeIy, ss'
t"What is it, George2p inquired the
epistolaFy apostle!s51 Hcs ssaa gsas -.
''Just see who is passing by" H''
= Sam Jerk ed himslf forward aud 4ook-
ed. He started al fscoWl Shlack as
mid ght gath cred q pom bis inte lectu-
al brow, and in tone of unmistakable
sincerity he CALCULATED: -E-
"Confound it !n ifs
- "Sam ~ I exclaimed, g in a tone of
n L.
you make that remark before.,' GH
"Just to think" Sam rambled on ia
a savage soliloquy, ''that the insignif-
cant secretaryof an insurance company,
with nothing to recommend him but
Pp6i of bristly. red
side whiskers and Afteen hundred. a.
year, Should swoop up the only daugh-
ter of gouty old fool worth a quarter
of a milIion-and all my fault, too!' 5
"Your fault? What do you, mean?
What the deuce have you got to do
with Jaek's love affair?n3 Zi'sl H
1.-THE scoundreboFesl his good for
now he walks by without even deign-
ing to besIow a glance upon, his bene-
factor. This ingratitude truly is black
-diabolical ~ s-
.sEook here, Sam, you have the
night-mare-you haven't got over the
effects of.your dinner. Or, if such lis
not the case, then explain. ne.sa
,1i ''My usual luck :" groaned Sam.
"Sam," said I, with great awaken
ire. II command thee, elHeidate
Whence this mystery?p .s,.,49q
"Listen, George" said Sam, .heaving
deep sigh. -" 'Tis now but three
months since, when O'BAndel and /,
after having dined and played game
of dominoes at this very table, which
I, of course, lost, strolled over into the
postoffice, to resume my duties, he to
purchase a quantity of stamped enve-
iopes. stepped around into my office,
Jack waiting at the delivery window.
| I was just on the point of handing him
his envelopes, when up stepped a rath-
er pretty young lady, of seventeen or
eighteen summers, and Jack with the
most unblushing politeness, stood
aside and made way for her. 81
1.-THE little bread and butter miss in
quired for registered letter, with fifty
dollars enclosed, for Miss May Moon
shine. / found the letter at once, and
she made an eager grab for it. III
"a MOT 80 fast, said /, Keeping the
letter safe beyond her reach. You
must prove identify
' Identityp she repeated, pretend.