Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1875-02-05
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of nightly vigils and loss of sleep. His hair
was unkempt and shaggy. The sott-heart-
ed man of coffins looked upon his visitor
with look full of pity and thankfulness-
pity for the customers loss and thankful,
ness for his patronage. He was so yor. nc
10 be burdened with the loss Of f.ar ON,
by death.
The manufacturer of b'Lrial cases nodded
a silent ascent and ccJndoling recognition
the young map from the country said
How dyer Then ensued a painful 81
lence br"iSen at length by the man of grave
busiEess.
Can do anything for you to-day, Sir 2
Wall recon so, stranger! y
Another silence. Once more the under
taker began by suggesting: Your sis
ter ?
The young man stared a moment, ther
as a light gradually broke upon his per-
picked mind. he smiled smile more sug
gesstive of sorrow than happiness and
replied
'No-my wife
Sudden p
'No-expected su'thun' of the kind fol
several months
when did il happen p
''Bout O'Clock this morning.
Looks natural P
Rather Spoken carefully, and ex.
pressive of some doubt
About what do you want the cost of it
to be?'
Don't care for expense get it up kinder
nice. I'll treat her handsum, cause she is
the first one l ever had.'
Very well my friend you'll have it
lined with white satin, suppose p
Jest as you say, stranger
Silver headed screws, too, suppose
'Ya-a-s, s'pose SO. An. stranger jest
put bully top to it,
oh, Of course and you'll want a glass
in is, also l suppose p
'Y-a-a-s--Oh certainly-you bet. Git
her up sniptious, you know, old fellow.
None of drafted one-horse fixins for me.
No Stree
Just so. Silver handles, of course p
Eh? What's that you say, stranger
silver handles Oh durn it, now. won't
that be pillin' it on hefty like p l kin
stand silver screws and sich, but there's no
use maxim the hull tarnaiion trap of silver
The thing has TO be moved, and must have
handles. but amt quite SO stuck up as
that now-not quite, stranger
Very well.' asquiesced the nlan OF OBJ
sequies, III put ordinary handles 10 it
then p
'Eggs-actly-themis 'em, mister; now
yer talkin.' Or'nary handles III do. But,
/ say stranger (refectiyelyl. make the
wheels glisten ike thunder
Wh-wh-wheels p
Vas, wheels. What's ther matter with
you, anyhow p
But, who ever heard of wheels TO a cof-
6n p
Coffin y shrieked the dejected-lookins
young man. Coffin Now who the dick
ems said anything about collins? p
Why, don't you want coffin p
'No-oi L want cradle-a trap to rock
my new baby in.'
And isn't your wife dead p
Not by a jugful. Don't yer make era
dies for sale p
No, my friend. / am an undertaken ;
Undertaken Of what p
Il make collins.
'Oh, Lord, let me keteh the fellar that
sent me here p
And the grief stricken youth crammed
his hat over his eyes, ran his hand deep
down in the pockets Of his trowsers, and
pounced out on the streets searching for
yepgeance.-Cincinnati Inquirer.
A DOC THAT WAS CHURNED.-Dowu
in Burks county, Penn, lately, good
housewife, churning on the green sward
in front of the house. went away for mo-
ment, impudently leaving off the lid. At
that moment the poodle dog, Ponto, hap
pened along, and jumping on the top of
the churn, took an observation of the
tempting contents. To smell was TO taste;
10 taste was to devour; to deyour was to
diminish the quantity in the vessel until,
in his esgerness for just little more,
plump went Ponto down into the churn,
there to feed and founder in the butter.
milk. Alas when the good dame came
back she put on the lid without delay, and
began TO turn the crank. The most in
credulous reader may well believe that
things were most lively for that poodle
Ponto. 1t is probable that he acquired a
distaste for butter during the fifteen minutes
churning to which he was subjected. At
the expiration of that time the woman in
serted her hand and pulled out-Heayens
What a lump of butter But did butter
ever 'squirm' in any body's hands before ?
1t was a mystery ; it was miracle it was
a sign and a token; and BetZ ran off to
tell her husband that the butter lump was
alive. He, too, came, and having examin-
cd, remarked: Mine gracious, Betz, sis
forhoftich unsa clay bundle Ponto!' We
don't know what this means : perhaps
Ponto, being a Dutch dog, did Western
Paper.
A CERTAIN young man in this vicinity
serenaded his lady love few evenings
since. He sang, 'Tis but Little Faded
Flower Her father raised the window,
ard told him to lay it on the doorstep, and
she would get it in the morning.
How doth the little pig improve each
shining hour, and gather sausages all day
from every opening flower? And when
the shades of twilight fall, he slumbers in
in his sty, or sings his pretty evening
hymn, Root, little pig, or de-
PRETTY bad under foot, to-day said
one citizen TO another, as they met in the
street the other day. Yes, but it's fine
over head.' responded the other. True
enough said the first, but then very few
are going that way
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