The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1877-11-15

day than Bill does IN 3 month. He's
no account for anything but mischief.
Dropped live cat, great big, roaring
cat, down MacElroy's sitting-room
chimney the other night. No fire in
the stove, and the cat yelled till the
noise blew out the flue. Fact. Just
roared and yelled and walled till you
could hang a hat on the noise as it
come out the flue, and it cost MacElroy
eight dollars to have the chimney cut
out next day to let the cat out. And
when the hole was made, sir, cat was
half wild with fright and shot out
like rocket, and scalped the work.
man, clawed out the dogs eye and
jumped on MacElroy's back and
snatched a pound of flesh of his shout
der-blades. 1t was just awful. Why,
that boy -''
But the collector interrupted him to
say, in a voice that was solemn with
gravity of apprehension, that he WASH t
speaking Of any boy; he had a little
matter here
ooh, pooh, pooh! Oh pshaw," cx-
claimed the debtor, waving his hand
with the same air of sublime reassur-
ance and tranquillizing patronage that
had before marked the tones Of his
voice, mot a bit of it; not bit of it,
my good sir. Nothing the matter with
him at all; no more than there is with
me. It's just natural, Unborn m can
ness. sir. l don't know, either, that
the boy does it for pure meanness,
either. l won't say that; but it's
wickedness, sir. It's deviltry. It's
original sin. Why there amt nothing
the matter with the boy. He's healthy,
and he's smart. Got bright mind.
Thinks quicker than any boy in this
town. Goes in swimming in March,
and I've seen that boy skating on the
pond in December in his bare feet
Why, here one day last summer . poor
wretch of blind fiddler that was sing
ing and playing around here, lost his
dog. Lean, smart, faithful, half-starved
cur that led him around, fell into an old
well, down by the brick yard one day,
and the old musician came near follow.
ing him. Old man nearly heart-broken,
you know, for the dog supported him
more than his singing and fiddle did.
Mighty smart dog you know, splendidly
trained, danced, went dead, collected
the money, stood on his head and
throwed all kinds of tricks. Well,
reckon the town was about two days try.
ing to get the dog out. Sides Of wei
were dangerous, nobody would go down.
Well SO deep and dark couldn't see the
dog, but could hear him moaning ant
bowling. Well, this Bill Sanders sait
he'd get him out. Got clothes linz
and tied big steel trap to it. tied on ;
good bait, and let the trap down into
the dark. Pretty soon hears a sharp
mulllcd, half-strangled snort and yell
from the dog, and Bill hauled him up
wriggling and kicking, nose in the tral
and trap holding on to him like DO!
to circus ticket. Why, this Bill
Sanders
But the collector broke in rather i'm
patiently to say that he had no time t.
| listen to stories, and he wanted to know
what he was going to do with this &C
count of S17.S5 which Tare 4 Trct hat
against him, and which had been run
ming over time nearly three month:
now.
The debtor took the bill and looked
ut it few moments.
"Oh, yes," he said, very deliberate
ly, after while, during which the i'm
patient collector tidgetted and danced
about the room. ''Oh, yes, L. w
Marmot. Yes. l knew him. Was il
the building before | came here, ant
lit out only three weeks after came t,
Burlington. You see, my names j
H. Sinclair, don't owe Tare Il Tret
dollar, never done any business will
'em in my life, and never will, so Ions
as there's any place else in the marke
to buy. This man Marmot is in Texas
He's no good; dead beat. You'll
never get cent on that bill in tn
world. You see, this Tom Marmo
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But the indignant collector snatche'
the bill, and calculating, ''Why didn'
you tell me this before?'' Started OF,
the door, leaving the entertainin!
tradesman to wonder what in the nam
of sense allied the man, and if anybod
was fool enough to suppose he was go
ing to pay all of Tom Marmot's oil
bills Just because he moved into his oil
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