Weekly Trinity journal., 1875-10-09
\ SENSITIVE MAN.

just before noon yesterday, Mr.. Jones
sat down on an empty barrel standing in
front of "A liquor store on Michigan ave
nue., and remarked that it was cheaper to
lose two dollars worth of time in waiting
for the car than than to foot it Tor nine
blocks Mr.. Jones is long and lean, and
doesn't weigh over l30pounds. The bar
rel ought to have held two just like him ,
but as he wriggled around to secure an
easy position the head ELL in. Mr.. Jones
fell in after the head. 1t WASH. the best
he could do, but no time given him to
plan and ponder. The first thing he knew
after hearing the crash, was finding his
feet and ankles over one side, and his
head and shoulders wcdgcd against the
opposite. His head was bent forward till
his neck was nearly broken, his legs
was right where the boys wanted him.
He yelled out in smothered tones, and an
aged lady who keeps an Intelligence office
near the scene of accident looked down
from her window and called out:
Bub, we don't any such loolng about
here !"
"Bub be blowcd -lemme out-help !"
hoarsely replied Mr.. Jones.
so, young man, you are on your way
to the gallows !! " said the aged lady, and
she drew back from the window, and
sighed.
Few people walk the streets at noon,
and Mr.. Jones yelled out many times ere
the grocer came out. lie saw the feet
sticking up, and he gave them rap with
a potato-masher and exclaimed:
"You boys deserve killing!"
"I'm dying in here-help me out "
roared Jones.
I'm die you, you old vagnnt !" re-
piled the grocer, seeing that the feet wcr,
those of man, and he gave the barrel ,
kick. -Four or five boys came around tn,
corner, and when they discovered wha
was up one of them recognized the voic,
Of M. Jones. Looking into the barrel
he asked
" l. that you, Mr., Jones ?"
"Yes-yes - ga.ped Jones,
"Are you doing we'll down there, Mr.
Jones ?"
"Oh, Heavens lemme up !" cried .h,
prisoner.
"Aren't you easy in your mind, Mr.
Jones ?" inquired another boy.
81 tell you I'm dying !" shouted Tia,
unfortunate man, trying to struggle il
his lodgings.
Il believe you nre lar," replied tn
grocer rs he gave the barrel II shake.
Wher he was convinced that the MAJ
in the barrel was not II vagrnnt or Il beg
gar, he set about helping him out. lie
tried to lit him up, but Jones yelled tol
mercy, and the boys in their talk decided
that the barrel should be tipped over
/ This was done and while the grocer went
after the hatchet to knock the hoops off,
the boys rolled Mr.. Jones up and down
the walk to cool him OIL
DO you feel better now, Mr.. Jones 2''
| inquired one.
Have you cramps in the stomach
4 Mr.. Jones ?" asked second.
"Do you really and truly want to ge
out of that palace car, Mr.. Joue. ?' salt
II thild.
Aud Jones growled, and took ON, anc
tried to kick, ana rs the boys rolled hin
along he wa, hcad making solemn vow
that he would kill every boy in Detroit i
he ever got out Of the barrel. The grocer
finally came with his hatchet, aud rs ht
knocked at the hoops he said twas pity
to 60 and destroy nice barrel IN der Il
suve one human life.
The slaves finally fell in and tell ou,
and Jones gave yell and scrambled up
"Ah he's the man to play crcu
tricks " exclaimed one Of the boy.
d" You bet he's tho boss pei lormer
yelled another.
Mr.. Jones clawed around, and tried t'
get them, and rs he limpcd away, The
aged lady looked out OF the inteIligonc'
office window and said
"If that mnn doesn't go round robbing
clothes lines, then IN no judge of human
nature !"--D Detroit Pree Press.