Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1874-12-31
WHOLE NO. 1859.


might justify the operation--moraIly
But then, again--what good would
it do to punch bis head Punching
bis head wouldn't get me the money
and ii was to try it on, finding
that the ticks didn't bring out the
cash, | might be tempted to
helpmyself TO the cash, and thai
would be highway robbery ;
and when the punchee ventured to
suggest that, the puucber might be
tempted 10 silence him. y Lord /
that's the way these murders in the
first degree happen and think
that | was almost on the point Of
taking the first step. really think
[ look little like Babe, the pirate, ;
added the poor man, glancing at his
mill but disturbed features in the
glass F; or like Captain Kidd. or least
ways like Country McClusky--a
regular bruIser =
Sitting down before the CRATE, and
stirring il feebly with the poker, be
tried to devise some feasible plan for
supplying the vacuum in his treasury
He might borrow, but then all his
friends were very poor and particu-
la,lg herd up-at this particular sea
son of the year. The bulls eye
watch might have been 'spouted,' ii
| tfe had foreseen this contingency !;
but every avuncular relative was
now at this hour of the night snug
in bed, to a dead certainty. Pur.
chasing on credit was not to be
thought of, and the only toy-shop
which kept open late enough for
bis purpose was kept by a man
10 whom he was totally unknown.
Time galloped on, mean while, ana
the half hour struck.
I'll slip that letter in the post
office and then GO home said Simon
sorrowtully. rising as he spoke and
grasping his inseperable umbI ella.
Halo, shipmate! where away :?
said hoarse voice, and Mr.. @ Illpeu
became aware of the presence of al
ancient mariner enveloped in q
very rough dieadnaught, and finish
ed off with large amount Of whis
kers and tarpaultn.
Il was going home, sir, replied
Simon, with the deterentisl air of
very little to very big man.
'Ay--going to clap on matches and
headlights. Well tell me one thing
-whereaway may one find one Mr..
Latitat "a shore. going cove q regu-
lar lAnd-shark, dye see ?
This is Mr.. Latitat's office, SIR
said Simon.
'Ay--and be is within hail2'
No, air; he has gone home
Slipped bis cabls. hey 2? Just my
luck Well one might snooze o1m-
fortably on this here table-mightn't
he? You can clear out, and III take
care of the shop till morning
That wouli be perfectly inadmis-
sable, said Simon; the idea of stran-
ger sleeping here =
a straDgerr cried the sailor
why, shipmate, do you happen To
know who / am? Look at me !!
Don't you find somewhat of family
likeness to Lucius in my old weather.
beaten mug? Why, man alive, Pm
his brnther-his own blood brother
You must n heard him speak of me.
Been cruising around the world IN
chase of Fortune, but could never
| overhaul her. Been sick, shipwreck-
ed, 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 Tape2'
Simon bad his doubts about that
matter. but told the sailor to come
10 the morning and see.
That | WILL, said the tar, and
start him up with a r using Happy
New Year Blu, | say, shipmate, |
don't want TO sleep in the watch
house. Have you never q shilling
about your trowsers z
Simon answered that be hadn't
got cent.
Why? Don't that brother of
mine give you good wages 2
Enormous said Simon.
What becomes of It all /?
i spend it aIl-I'm very extrava-
g nt,' 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,
shlpmate, said the sailor confden-
TALLY, I'D overhaul some of his let
ters Steam will open "a wafer, and
u hot knife-bIade wax. I'd overhaul
his money-letters and pay myself.
fla bal do you take? NV that
letter you've got in Your fin, my
boy, looks woundy like a dokiment
chuck. full of shinplasters. What do
you say to making prize of 'em ?
Wouldn't it be jolly go?'
'Stand Off sAid Simon, assuming q
heavy round ruler, and commands
ing attitude. Don't yos come anigh
m e, or there'll be a cause ofjustifahle
homiside here. How dare you coun-
sci me to commit robbery on your
own brother2 | wonder you aint
ashamed to look me in the face
"A chap as has cru,sed as mauy
wears as | have 10 the low ATTITUDES
amt afraid to look anybody in the
face answered the ancient mariner
grimly. l made you fair offer ship
mate. and you rejected it like q long
shore jackass as you are. Good
night to ye.'
Much to lis relief, the sailor took
himself off, and Simon, after locking
and double locking his door went to
the postoffice and deposited the let-
ter with which he had been intrust'
ed. As be lived q great way on the
Neck, be did not reach home until
after all the clocks of the city strack
twelve, so that be was able to sur-
rrise his little wife, who was sitting