The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1875-08-09
COS me and / get desperate and

drunk. abuses me, aho ke' '''
hs !. y r Sullivan. 30 bctsa-g go back TO your
abiding place. Your htsoano ID in.aI tic
rosa Iunatic. Hate ba,r ana q nos s. nsI
that! The man ought to oe oo'lea III s ~.
I'll get him dosn here some gay: anu NC
think horse barn fell upon him"
asaM.n
"Got an Tniun for you'll" whispered bgan
"a the next prisoner came out.
| He was a deck hand on propeller. some
one had injured bis left sSe, his PROUD splrl1
was down to zero, and his outfit Woulo hass
! sold for TWENTY-FIVE cents at seconu'hanu
clothing store. Still, be was an lpGian, ana
| as eood.looking an Indian as can % iouuu
on the plains. s,,,stho ro,rt
"No. sir-named Sam was tue reply
| "Where is your lodge
| "Down here ten rods"
"Where is your squa"! =
"Hjm run away two year ago.
"Where is your trioe:'
"Eh?" -.o,snd
.Where, sir, are the dign'fied, steloaa sno
gallant red men Of the forest "no ssSW ~
camp on the very spot "nefe eHi' SNN''''
house now STANDS =: , ,dod
Sam, -,;r;oc
7 feel sad for you.n saidthe Court, ashe leaned
hack and sbucked q peanut. "Ne ledge
M tribe--no chief-no war-horse-no scaips
a Where you played hen child you VII
e now find oyster.cans and old boots, Wnlte
men are raising cabbages aud such pass
D truck on the hills where you USED 10 nun
the wild roebuck Where you once halteC
}. to listen to the whispers oil the stresh,e
# Won will now hear the sounds OF Johr
:. Chinaman chasing woollen uudershlrt VI
o and down q Washbeard. | don't want u
J" strike an Indian after lie is down. 60 away
e restless. broken spirit-get out OF doors ane
try and be better red man."
:, ~Heap glad-old man heap good teller
e whispered the delighted Sam as be bent hl
back and shot under the rope.
ADHoNE.
nErastus WashburDe Harrison, the police
4 say that you are drone.bee in the grea
hive of industry" said the Court to the mex
= prisoner. ,,,,;od rr.s
. ir1s. settling back on bis dignity.
r.. az don't want any proof-proof sticks ou
nil over you. See the whitewash on your
. lack! Gaze at that head Of har, wn'ch
= hasn't been ambled over with COMP since
Won can remember! Behold that soied
3 shirt-those old clothes-your general d.
;, lapidated look! It's no crime to be poor,
4 Mr.. Harrison, but it's meaner than p'Zen lol
\ q Door man 10 be lazy
IL baint lazy" replied the prisoner.
"Ab! Erastus, don't talk to me. see no
: ambition u your eye, no resolution in your
y face. no dust-around in your actions. You
r wouldn't crack cocoanut for the sake OF
the milk and meat. Go to the ant, thou
slugsard. Consider her WAYS and be wise.
l IL haven't got any aunt" said Mr.. Harrl-
son.
d. "Wel, you've got TO ante out of this, my
, humble friend. Pm going to make 1t sixty
, days"
Erastus marched back with stern and de-
!, liDerate step, and the
"LAsT MAN"
, was called. 1t was woman. She was a
small woman, having clean apron, smiling
face, and double chin.
, "See here, Harriet Benton" said bis
r Honor, "you ought to know better than to
kick up neiShborhood riots. The law will
, let you escape this time, but If you com
f again III put you where you won't baVe 4
: chance to can solitary gooseberry for next
r winters eating"
, She smiled, bowed, and tip-toed out.
The drone was loaded up, and as the Maria
, moved away the band sung:
1.-THE kind of Teller We likes to see
Is Teller that gifts around-
, A Teller that hoes. and pouehs, and mows,
And tears great holes in The ground"