The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1876-03-17
ss sBuckskin."

If he had been a citizen he wouldn't have
halted in front of place on Chatham
| street, where a man with monstrous great
nose was crying out:
"Awful sacrifice Goods going for
| thousand per cent. belo wcost" I"
There was no crowd. People passed up
| and down as cool and unconcerned as if
goods were always sold that way.
"Ah here is a man with business in his
eye p cried the dealer. sHere comes a
-.-.s. VtasrIIvss,
and who can't be fooled venture to say,
sir, that you have been in the mercantile
business all your life"
"Oh, I dunno" replied the man with
buckskin mittens fon. ~ suppose I've
traded more or less."
He was fattered. As he entered the
place the dealer continued /:
"You shall select what you like, and
take them away at your own price. It
would be foolish to try to fool you. There
are men who can be SO easily swindled that
| it is pleasure to swindle them. One look
at your face would tell any man that you
was keener."
Soft soap is mighty.
| Buckskin turned over some old books,
handled some knives, lifted up some caps,
socks and suspenders, and said:
81 don't see anything want.''
"Ah! don't try that on me-" said the
dealer. "You want goods cheap; hut
don't try to beat me down when I say you
can take whatever you want at your own
figures
The farmer felt good. He began to won-
der why other people hadn't appreciated
him before. But he didn't really want any
thing. The dealer understood this and he
jumped from box to counter and back,
grabbing this and that article and in min
ute he had big package tied up.''
"There; go long; 60 long," he exclaim-
ed, forcing the package into Buckskin's
arm" If you want to rob a man who has
to work for his daily bread take the bundle
and gor'
81 don't want to rob you," replied the
farmer.
eyes you do. The bundle contains a
dozen pair of suspenders, seven boxes OF
collars, hairbrushes, combs, needles, pins,
thread, a pair of boots, three shirts, ten
yards of factory, three pocketknives and a
two dollar bill and You don't want to give
me five dollars for them. You want te
take the bread out of my children's
MOUTHS
''No, don't I wouldn't rob or chea'
anybody"
"You know there are forty dollars worth
of goods there, but you want me to take
fve," continued the dealer. "You'll q
home and gloat over the way you cheated
me, and men viii pat you ON the back anG
call you sharp" :
"It was your OFFER" protested th'
farmer,
ST know it-I know it ought to hav,
said thirty dollars, but misspoke, and nov
I've got to stand it. There, you have tn
bundle-give me the money-there, 60 on
but don't let any one know what fool
am, or my creditors will close me up"
The farmer sat down OIL: box, after 60
ing two or three blocks, to take out th
two-dollar bill and one of the knives. FL
didn't find either one. He was candi'
man, and good at figures, and after matur
deliberation he estimated that he had abou
twelve shillings' worth of old "duds.
He went back with them, determined +
raise row. The dealer slid up to him il
cat-like way and said:
"Some one has robbed me of forty dol
, lars. My wife thinks it was you, and
while can hardly believe it, she is out al
ter an officer. If you are guilty You wi
stay right here till she comes il innoceni
you viii hurry away p
Bnckskin didn't even wait TO pick up hi
bundle.
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