The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1877-12-12
Two Hearta Bove.r Dor,,,lvIn,

The Memphis Avalanche has made ilaeli
fesponsible for the following griei.stSick.
en- story:
The customer Wa q stranger, and a. he
sat down on cottin-box, 10 droped m
arms on his knees, put his fingers together,
and bis head forward in a barEsiniur
way that forearmed the transfer agent
Tor stills for the coming struggle.
I'm poor, very poorI-the iirst line al
skirmiShers In the altack-"Iye scarcely
enough TO carry the poor boy home Ia,
his mother may take one last look AZ her
idols tace,n--snittles making the frst
column Of the advanced corps,-"T ask
you sir 10 pity my condition, and 70 do
the best you can for me-"
That grave.iaced undertaken shook the
strangers hand in frepzied and proiesBion.
al sympathy, and, in husky tone, sale, 10 he
thumped pine coffin TO show Ia sound
nets; "Hefe's pretty one; strong wood,
elegant polish, soft lining, and mi nut r.
cir, 10 you below cost-$iS."
Cant pay Il sir, can't pay it"-disap-
pearance Of agitation. "rhere's a knot
there, and you see the pillow Ia Soiled,
1pa too dear entirely.n
They fought sharply and fiercsly, i, and
the undertaken fell back to SIS, swearing
II was giving the case away.
swell. you will pack II in Ice for that,
| suppose" said that generous grief
stricken parent
"Great grave close, mol It'll coat s. 10
pack Il IN Ice at the lowest figure"
Hostilities were resumed, aud the fight
waved hot, but the threat OF seeking an
other coffin dealer forced the undertaken
back 20 $40 Tor coffin Rnd packing.
swell" said the poor sufferer, dI,m too
poor to luxurate In Ice, 80 won't pack
him. That puts the coffin at $l2."
"No, Siree, It DON'T"
"But you said the packing cost So, aud
taking that from SIS leaves $l2."
But" 49,. 49,.
"You wouldn't Swindle q poor anguish.
smitten iather7"-he capped the interoga.
tive with tears, and the undertaken dee.
paringly gave in.
"The coffin has no handles" said the
parent, blowing his grief out through his
nose.
"0f course not"
swell, can't take II then"
"Why, mGn,"-cried the exmperated
dealer,-"the handles are worth 81 5Op
"You must throw them In, or III throw
up the trade"
,"B9t I've already Lost IS by this bar.
"can't !, help it. Will you not pity my
Poyerty%
The handles were thrown in at $l2 for
the rig.
The purchaser paused and meditated,
and the salesman'S face wore puzzled
"what next look.
"Pm too proud, too extravaganza, !" unused
the parent. "What matter pomp and
ahow over the dead2 Away with vanity
| won't take the handles" To the I'M
dertaker, "rake of 81 so. Won't take
the handles"
"What" screamed the coffin man.
Mildly and logically the parent put il:
"You gave me the coffin and handles for
$l2. You said moreover that the handles
were worth 81 So / don't want the han.
dleS. and that makes the coffin $40 50. II
you say now $40 for the coffin I'll take it.
Mol Then adieu, sir, adieu. | will 20
where a poor smitten father, too deep in
sorrow for business, can ind one who
will not take advantage Of his situation.
Alden, sir"
"Stop! stopl take IL" called tho coffin
man. "lts ruinous, but you can have L."
Then the parent pulled out his wallet
most plethoric. smiled sadly, and paid
over his $40 to the conquered brakeman.