Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-01-08

shildren's stockings, sir.
"Then put the children's legs in 'em 7
said the lawyer with a grin. CT max,
no payments to be used for any sucl
ridiculous purposes. Good night. Yet
stav-take this letter-there's money il
it-a large amount-put it in the post
Office with your own hands as you g
home"
"And you can't let me have trifie p
gasped Simon.
"Not cent p snarled the lawyer
and he slammed the door behind him
and went heavily down the stairs.
CT wonder how it feels to punch {
mans head" said Simon, as he stooi
rooted to the spot where Mr.. Latita
left him. "It's illegal-it'sactionable
there are fines and penalties provided
by the statute but it seems as if there
we're cases that might justify the opera
tion-morally. But then, again-wha
good would it do to punch his head
Punching his head couldn't get me the
money--and if was to try it on, find
ing that the ticks didn't bring out the
cash, might be tempted to help myself
to the cash, and that would be highway
robbery; and when the punchee ven.
tured to suggest that, the punchel
might be tempted to silence him. c
Lord that's the way these murders il
the first degree happen and l think
that was almost on the point of taking
the first step. / really think I look 8
little like Babe, the pirate" added the
poor man, glancing at his mild but dis
turbed features in the glass or like
Captain Kidd, or leastways like Country
McC lusky-a regular bruiser !"
Sitting down before the CRATE, an0
stirring it feebly with the poker, he
tried to devise some feasible plan fol
supplying the vacuum in his treasury,
He might borrow, but then all his
friends were very poor and particularly
hard up-at this particular season OF
the year. The bulls eye watch might
have been spouted," if he had fore
seen this contingency; but every avun-
cular relative was now at this hour OF
the night snug in bed, to adead certain
ty. Purchasing on credit was not to be
thought of, and the only toy-shop which
kept open late enough for his purpose
was kept by man to whom he was to-
tally unknown. Time galloped on,
meanwhile, and the half-hOur struck.
"I'n slip that letter in the postoffice
and then go home" said Simon sorrow
fully, rising as he spoke and graspine
his inseparable umbrella.
"Hallo, shipmate! where-away
caid a hoarse voice, and Mr.. Quillpen
became aware of the presence of an
"ancient Mariner" enveloped in a
very rough dreadnaught, and finished
off with large amount of whiskers and
tarpaulin.
81 was going home, sir" replied
Simon, with the neferential air of very
little to very big man.
"Ay-geing to clap on matches and
headlights. Well, tell me one thing
whereaway may one find one Mr.. Lati-
tat-a shore-going cove, regular land
shark, dye see?"
"This is Mr.. Latitat's Office, sir, " said
Simon.
"Ay-and he is within hail ?"
"No, sir he has gone home"
"Sipped his cable, hey? Just my
luck Well, one might snooze COM
fortably on this here table-mightn't
he? You can clear out, and I'll take
care of the shop till morning."
"That would be perfectly inadmissa-
BILE" said Simon "the idea of stran-
ger sleeping here !"
"a stranger p cried the sailor.
Why, shipmate, do you happen to
know / am? Look at me Don't you
find somewhat of family likeness to
Lucius in my old weather-beaten mug ?
Why, man alive, I'm his brother-his
own blood brotherl You must a heard
him speak of me. Been cruising around
the world in chase of Fortune, but
could never overhaul her. Been sick,
shipwrecked, and now come back as
poor as / went. But Lucius has got
enough for both of us. How glad he'll
be to see me tomorrow, hey, old Ink
and Tape?"
Simon had his doubts about that mat
ter, but told the sailor to come in the
morning and see.
"That / WILL" said the tar, "and
start him up with rousing Happy New
Year But / say, shipmate, / don't
want to sleep in the watch-house.
Have you never a shilling about your
trowsers ?"
Simon answered that he hadn't got a
cent.
"Why? Don't that brother of mine
give you good wages?"
Enormous !" said Simon.
"What becomes of it alp"
CT spend it all-Tm very extrava-
CANT" said Simon, shaking his head.
"And then, I'm sorry to say, your
brother is not always punctual in his
payments. Tonight, for instance, ]
couldn't get cent from him."
"Then I'll tell you what I'd do, ship
mate" said the sailor, confdentially.
ed overhaul some of his letters.
Steam will open a wafer, and a hot
knife-blade wax. I'd overhaul his
money-letters and pay myself Ha
ha do you take Now that letter
you've got in your fin, my boy, looks
woundy like a dokiment chock-ful OF
shinplasters. What do you say to max
ing prize of 'em? Wouldn't it be q
jolly go p
"StaDd off !" said Simon, assuming a
heavy round ruler, and commanding
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