Ottumwa weekly courier. (Ottumwa, Wapello County, Iowa) 1872-1899, 1875-02-24

Where jurors their lips on the Bible have laid,
o Io render M verdict they 'ye already made;
Any law for the case Of moncyless man.
0olook in the banks, where Mammon hrs told
bis hundreds and thousands of silver and gold
Where. safe from the hands Of the starving and
Lies pile upon pile Of the e,Itserins ore
Walk up to the counter-ah, therc you may stay.
Tnl your limbs have grown old and Your hair turn,
And yoa'li md at the bank mot one of the clan
With money to lend to monsyless man.
Then 60 to your hovel-no raven has fed
| Ihe vile who has suffered SO long for her bread
Kneel down by her pallet and kiss the death frosl
Then turn In your agony upward to God,
And bless while 1t smites You, the chastenln4 rod
And you1l find atthe end OF your life's little span
osOs~
HOW 1T 10 DONE.
Tho Countrynan and the Rsper.in.
"Good Morning, Mr.. Simpson. How
arc all the folks at Pontiac ?" said q
polite, well dressed young man to a
gnnger-looking person OF middle age.
"Wal, l kinder guess you've got
hold o. the wrong man my name amt
Simpson, and I Amt from Pontiac. Ny
name Il George w. Baxter, and hail
from Milford, close to Rockford, I'LL
nois." p..
"Ohl beg pardon. thought you
were Mr. Simpson, . friend Of mine
from Pontiac. You look exactly like
Aim. Please excuse me 2"
Call right, sir" And the bucOlic
gentleman walked mp the steps of the
Galena Depot, and navigated bridge
S,a xHn s-fkh a Iskx1A .n,, AZ hSu .aI. fYn
had gone but few steps when anoth-
or well-dressed, prim-looking young
man came alongside Of him, and tap
ping him Familiarity on the shoulder,
said: "How do You do, Mr. Baxter
When did you come up from Milford p
"Wal, reckon you got the start o.
me, young feller." 81
"Oh, ! guess not. I didn't know
you only by sight ont there. / always
like to see folks from tho old town.
How's your farm9 Crops good last
year 2"
"Oh, yes; all o. X. I reck'n. 1 never
was in this big town afOre, and I JUS
thought I'd bring the boy down and
sell o email drove of cattle and see the
city. I've hearn 30 much about She.
cago that JUS felt like seein' it."
"Just in time /; I haven't any thing to
do to-day but kill time, and, If you'll
go with me, I'll show you all the
sights. Or, if yon like, and want com.
pany, I'll go anywhere you say" The
bland and innocent young man took
the farmers arm and walked along
over the river with him.
1t occupied about ten minutes to get
himself established in the Granger's
confidence, and then they were the
best of friends. Rusticus expressed
himself thankful for the happy chance
which had thrown him in the way OF
80 good compsnion-"right from the
/ nal nsmee mseeyn. too. What might be your
"Oh, my name Thompson. Ii .su
please
"Be you . relation ofElijsh Thomp.
son, in our township 2"
"Yes; q second cousin"
"Wal, / do declare, If this meetin'
amt lucky one. Take suthin ?"
"Don't mind, seeing you're from the
old town, but don't often drink"
The twain repaired TO saloon on
Fifth avenue and smiled twice or
thrice.
"Well, where do you want to 70
next?n said Thompson.
"Ob, I don't care you jes' 20 head
where you think best" replied the
Granger.
"Hsve you ever been in a lottery-of-
fee 2"
mo; and, by gol, II wouldn't like
to. I've hearn of 'em, but never saw
one"
"I've got ticket here for the Royal
Havana Lottery, and they are TO have
a drawing this very day. Come, wen
20 over"
And the pair locked arms and event
over'-to o bunko room on Clark
street, where the nice young man pre-
sented his ticket TO . polite aclerk." |"
"No. II, ,7O8 /; you've drawn q prize
OF $500 in gold" said the aclcrk" to
the holder Of the ticket.
Baxter opened his eyes when $500
were actually counted ont in glitter
ing pieces of the pure yellow metal.
"There IL to be special drawing ct
once; wouldn't your friend like to take
Q chance 7" ~
"Psrh.p. ;, be would wha. do you
say, Baxter?"
"Oh, yes certainly. Here's SIS; Ill
I have in change"
Tho bunko chart was produced, the
Granger threw the dice, and drew
nothing. WI
sTry your hand again you'll get it
all back, said the clerk.
"But I Amt only got . note for
$6S0.60. and jus enough to get back 10
Milford
"Why, put down the note; that's
good enough we'll take It."
They did take it, and left the poor,
silly farmer to 60 and look for . po-
lice officer. He fell In with Detective
Dennis Simmons, and by the advice OF
that officer, stopped the payment OF
the note by telegram to Rockford,
which was sent last evening. He then
endcavored to find the bunko room,
but could not. He went home last
night with So In his pocket, q wiser
man.-C Chicago Tribune.
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