Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1877-07-13
An Hour at the Central Station Court.

He was lame and ragged and time
worn. Few boys of twelve could have
presented a more forlorn appearance.
lie sat on the doorstep as Bijah came
out, and the old man took in the situa.
tion at a glance;
"Ah-hal come West to grow up
with the country, did your" he ex.
claimed.
Yaas," mournfully replied the boy.
"You are an orphan without parents
hard up-ragged hungry, and expect
ing to be kicked every minute"
Yaas."
"Comc out here from New York or
Boston hoping for a healthy change, l
supposeP And you've got IL. You used
to go hungry half the time now you are
hungry all the time. You are nice
specimen of the rising sun of manhood,
amt your"
The boy began to shed tears.
"Come in here, young manW con-
tinued Bijah, as he reached down for the
boys collar. al know about how you
feel, for used to be in the orphan busi-
ness myself. Don't be afraid of me
cause amt handsome. 1t isn't always
the bestlooking apples which taste the
best"
He took the boy to the washstand and
scrubbed him for ten minutes. Then he
handed him a comb, brushed his clothes,
gave him an old blouse and second hand
hat and went on with;
"Now you look more like patriot.
Take this money and get some breakfast,
and then come back and I'll see what
can be done. There re-don't go to crying,
my sonl This is great big world, with
room for all of us, and hope to be bald
header than l am now all my days If l
don't help poor lad whenever l can.
Trot along, now"
HIS WAS A FUNERAL.
"My brother died, you know" began
Ephraim Cowles, as he emerged from
Duga Pass and stood in the full light of
the morning sun.
"Yes, brothers are dying all around
u.s." replied the Court. eff l had any
brothers should expect them to take
their chances with the rest"
"He died, sir, out in Springwells, and
was going down to the funeral"
"Of course you were, Mr. Cowles, and
of course you felt very sad at the bad
news. But you didn't get down there"
No, poor John! didn't" exclaimed
the prisoner, wiping his eyes on his
sleeve. 81 met with bad accident, sir.
The horse ran away and threw me out"
Correct, Ephraim, entirely correct,
but wasn't it funny where you landed?
You were thrown mile and half to a
foot, landed in a Woodbridge street sa-
IL a
rectly to the bar and said you'd take
some sugar in yours"
"Was l in saloon?" asked the pris-
oner, seeming greatly astonished.
That's where you were, my boy, and
it wasn't frst-class saloon, either
When our folks first saw you, you were
trying to bite the bar-tender's thumb off,
and he was getting ready to gouge your
eye out"
"Is that possible?" gasped Ephraim
"rm telling you nothing but the best
brand of truth to be had in the market.
You had already demolished two tables
and broken several bottles of rare old
wines made of alcohol and logwood.
When a man is going to mis- brothers
funeral, and the horse runs away, you
can't tell what strange things will fol-
low"
"Well, you seem to know about it, "
said the prisoner, as he buttoned his coat.
"rll go down and tell the man that l
didn't mean to bite him."
80 no, you won't. I sent him your
regrets an hour ago, and informed him
that he could draw on you at three days
sight through the House of Correction.
Thirty days is the figure"
"And I'll go up as soon as see about
the funeral"
Delays are dangerous, Mr.. Cowles.
You had better go up right away"
81 wontT
"But you will"
And so he did. 1t made Bijah red in
the face to lift the fellow into the buggy
and tie his legs around one of the seats,
but the law must be enforced if the eff.
fort breaks off every suspender. button in
the great West.-DetrOit Free Press.