The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1875-09-03

MAC" in New 1ork commercial AdVf rtlser-l
GRAND UNION, SARATOGA, August
pa prominent American citizen from
abroad, noted for his powerful vet harm
less pOtations of the raw material, is a
guest at the Grand Union. / would
give his I,ari,. but for the transparency
of the little story they are retailing at
his expense. II is alleged that the dis
tinguished gentleman is given TO faslidi-
business in the matter of replenishing
his pocket flask. He never patronizes
bar rooms, but gets his supplies from
the drug stores. The story is, that the
first day he arrived he repaired TO one
of the local drug stores and had his
flask filled with "some beautiful wisky"
so beautiful" that he went again to
the same place the next day for ''some
waited on him the day before, was alb
sent; the boy in charge declined to serve
our hero, as he didn't know where the
stock was shelved. The distinguished
gentleman, by the way, merely signified
to the lad, as he handed him his flask,
to "fill that again. the flask being
simply labelled "W-1s49."
"Why, there's the jar right behind
you," intimated the d. g.
''Was it the one the boss poured
from ~ asked the boy.
"The very one," emphasized the d. g.
"Sure ?" hesitated the boy.
"Sure," the d. G. said, lingering out
the money from his vest pocket.
The flask was filled, settled for, and
the d. G. left the boy with an aching
doubt on his Juvenile mind.
By and by the proprietor returned,
and the boy reported the filling of the
flask.
"Where did you find the stuff?'' ask
ed the proprietor, curiously.
"On the shelf over there" the boy
answered, pointing over to the "poison
department"
"Therew yelled the proprietor,
springing forward; "Great Heaven
show me which jar"
The boy indicated it with a quivering
finger, and said it was the one the d. g.
claimed the proprietor had supplied his
flask from the day previous.
"Aqua fontist You young fool! the
mans corpse by this time. Gimme
the stomach pump and shut up his store,
and tell the police I'm trying to save
mans Iifel He stops at the Union.
Oh, LordI what a crime! what crime!"
the terrified purveyor of drugs cried,
tramping up and down his establish
ment, knocking over perfumery bottles,
pill boxes and patent medicines in his
agitation. The next instant he and the
boy were putting for the Grand Union,
and reached 1t in a dead heat. Dis
patching the boy for policeman, the
proprietor withdrew the stomarh- pump
from his vest bosom, rushed up to the
hotel counter and demanded to be i'm
mediately shown to the d. g.'s room.
"For he's a dead man if Pm not there
in twenty secondsr' he groaned
As the druggist was known to the
clerks as wag, no serious importance
vas attached to his statement; neverthe-
less he was speedily conducted to the d.
g.'s department. Not waiting to knock.
our druggist burst into the room and
discovered the d. g. in his shirt sleeves,
scribbling away under the narcotic infiu-
ence of cloud of tobacco smoke.
"Where's that flask, Mr.. d. g." shout,
ed the intruder, catching his customer
by the shoulder.
"There it is" was the calm reply.
The druggist snatched it, held it up to
the light
"And the contents?" he asked again in
commissions.
"Drank it down." admitted the d. g.,
somewhat nonplussed at the druggists
alarm.
"Oh, my starsi Lay down. must
pump you out! You are a corpse!"
"You shan't pump me out" protested
the d. G.; sit suits me exactly-it is the
best ever tasted"
"But, my dear sir" interrupted the
wretched man of drugs, "that was not
whisky the boy gave you, but aqua Jortis,
the deadliest poison have in the store"
Don't care for that" our hero gruff-
ed out; "suits me exactly-shall drink
And it really was aqua fortis-so they
saw