The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-08-22
A SENSITIVE MAN.
From the Detroit Free Press. I

Just before noon yesterday Mr.. Jones sat dow
Oh an empty barrel standing in front Of a liouo
store on Michigan Avenue, and remarked that i
was cheaper to lose two dollars worth of tim,
waiting for the car than to foot it nine blocks
Mr. Jones is long and lean, and doesn't weigt
over 100 pounds. The barrel ought to have held
up two just like him, but as he wriggled around
to secure an easy position the head fell in. Mr..
Jones fell in after the head. It wasn't the best
he could do, but no time was given him to plar
and ponder.
The first thing he knew after the crash was
finding his feet and ankles over one SIDE and his
shoulders and head wedged against the opposite
His head was bent forward until his mech was
nearly broken, his legs seemed to have been
driven up, and he was right where the BOYS
wanted him. He yelled cut in smothered tones.
and an aged lady who keeps an intelligence
office near the scene of the accident looked down
| from her window and called out:
Club, we don't want any such foolng around
here"
Bub be blowed-lemme me out-help |!
help" hoarsely replied Mr.. Jones.
"Ho! young man, you are on your way to the
gallowsp said the aged lady, and che drew back
from the window and sighed.
Few people walk the streets at noon, and Mr.
Jones yelled out many times before the grocer
came out. He saw the feet sticking up, and he
gave them rap with pc ato-masher and ex-
claimed:
"You bows deserve kiling"
I'm dying in here-help me out!S roared
Jones.
'rll die you, you old vagrantl" replied the
grocer, seeing that the feet belonged 10 man,
and he gave the barrel kick.
Four or five boys came around the corner. and
when they discovered what was up one of them
recognized Mr.. Joness voice. Looking into the
barrel he asked:
g IL that you, Mr. Jones!"
"Yes-yes!" gasped Jones.
Are you doing we'll down there, Mr., Jones pn
"Oh! heayens-lemme up!" cried the pris-
oner.
"Arent you easy in your mind, Mr.. Jones?
inquired another boy.
Il tell you 1 am dying! shouted Jones. az he
tried to struggle around.
81 believe yeu are liar" replied the grocer. |
as he gave the barrel shake
When he was convinced that the man in the bar |
rel was not vsgrant or beggar he set about help
ing HIM out. He tried to lift him up but Jones
yelled for mercy, and the boys put in their talk
and decided that the barrel should be tipped
over. This was done, and while the grocer
went after the Ratchet to knock the hoops of.
. to cool him off,"
do you feel better now, Mr.. Jones?" inquired
)ne
Have you cramps in the stomach, Mr.. Jones?~
Isked a second.
do you really and truly want to get out of that
palace car, MIR. Jones ?" asked third.
And Jones growled and took on and tried to kick
no as the boys rolled him along he was heard
MAKING solemn VOW that he would kill every
10Y In Detroit If he ever got out of the barrel.
ne grocer hnally came with his Ratchet, and as
q Knocked at the hoops he said it was pity to |
o and destroy nice barrel like that to save one
uman life.
The slaves finally fell in and fell out. and Jones
ave yell and scrambled up.
"Ah he's the man t, play circus tricks,n ex-
aimed one OF the boys 9
"You bet he's the boss performer!" yelled
mother.
Mr.. Jones clawed around and tried to get
lem, and as he limped away the aged lady in '
re intelligence office looked out OF the window c
I'd said: q
"H that man doesn't go around robbing
othes-lnes then I'm no judge of human ma =,
rel" 4