Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1878-11-08

| lOllOWlnS up anu exposing tnc numerous
devices invented by sharpers to impose
upon and swindle the people out of
their earnings. A cringing, fawning
press is more to be pitied than fattered
or despised. A fearless, just and hon
est press should always receive credit
and commentator for it's advocacy of
the right Our estimate of the duty of
the press is that it shall be independent
in all things, neutral in nothing, and
never hesitate to praise or condemn,
when it is deserved
The s'Who'd Ha' Thowt It,"
The following is from Mrs. F. H.
Burnett's new Lancashire story, Ha-
worth s, which begins in ,ScriLner's for
November:
Having occasion to go out late one
evening, Murdock encountered Janey,
clad in the big bonnet and shawl, and
hurrying along the street
"Wheer am | goin'?' she echoed
sharply in reply to his query. "Why, |
am goin round to tn publcs to look fur
feyther-theer's wheer I'm goin'. han
not seed him sin dayleet this mornin
an he's getten tn rent an tn buryin'-
club money wi him"
I'll go with you said Murdock.
He went with her, making the round
of half the public houses in the village,
finally ending at a jovial establishment
bearing upon its whitened windows the
ambiguous title
WHO'D HA THowT IT?"
There was a sound of argument ac-
companied by fiddle, and an odor of
beer supplemented by tobacco. Janey
pushed open the door and made her way
in, followed by her companion.
An uncleanly loud-voiced fellow was
standing unsteadily at table, flourish
ing a clay pipe and making speech.
TIL workin' mon" he said. "Theer's
too much talk O tn workin mon. Is ma
it bad enow to be a workin mon, wi out
havin' tn gentry remindin' yo' on it fro
year cend to year cend? Les ha' less
jaw-work an more paw work fro tn
gentry Les ha fewer liberys an athy-
nouns, an more wage-an' holidays
an'-an beer. Les pro-gress-that's S
wha' | say-an' I'm workin mon"
.Ee-er! Ee-er!' cried the chorus.
"Ee-er!
In the midst of the pause following
these acclamations, voice broke in
suddenly with startling loudness.
Ee-er! Ee-er! " it said.
1t was Mr. Briarley, who had unex-
pectedly awakened from a beery nap,
and, though much surprised to find out
where he was, felt called upon to ex-
nrncc hic anprohation
Janey hitched her shawl into a man
ageable length and approached him.
Tha rt here" she said. u knowed
tha would be- Tha'lt worrit tn loife
out on us afore tha'rt done. COON on
home wi me afore tha st spent every
ha penny we've getten.'
Mr.. Briarley reused himself so far as
to smile at her blandly.
It's Zhaney," he said, cts Zhaney
Don intrup tn meetin', Zhaney. I'll be
home dreckly Mus ma intrup tha work.
in mon. He's tn backbone n sinoo o
til country. Les ha a sup more beer
Murdock bent over and tonched his
shoulder.
you had better come home. he
said.
The man looked around at him bland
! ly, but the next moment an exaggerated
expression of enlightenment showed it
self on his face
"Iss tn 'Merican," he said. Iss
Murdock." And then, with sudden bib
ulous delight: "Gi' us speech bout
'Merica'
In moment there was a clamor all
over the room. The last words had been
spoken loudly enough to be heard and
the idea presented itself to the mem
bers of the assembly as happy one.
"Aye!" they cried, les ha a speech
fro tn 'Merican. Les hear summat
fro Merca. Thcers wheer tn laborin
mon has his dues"
Murdock turned about and faced the
You all know enough of me to know
whether | am speech making man or
not he said. Il have nothing to say
about America, and if | had should
not say it here. You are not doing
yourselves any good The least fellow
among you has brains enough to tell
him that
There was at once a new clamor, this
time one of dissatisfaction. The speech
maker with the long clay, who was evi-
dently the leader, expressed himself
with heat and scorn.
He's noice chap-he is" he cried:
Hell ha' nowt to do wi us. He's tn
saort O. workin' mon to ha' aboot, to
play tn pianny an do paintin i velvet.
'Merica be danged He's more o tn
gentry koind to-day than Haworth.
Haworth does tax decent spree now
an then; but this heer un- AK him
to tax glass O beer an see what he'll
say.
Disgust was written on every counte-
nance, but no one proffered the hospital
ity mentioned. Mr.. Briarley had fallen
asleep again, murmuring suggestlvely,
Aye, les hear summat fro Merica,
Les go to Merica. Pu-r on thy bonnet,
lass, pur-lt on.
With her companions assistance,
Janey got him out of the place and led
him home.
Haaf tn rents gonc,' she said,
when she turned out his pockets, as he
sat by the fire 'An' wheer tn bury
in money to COON fro?'
Mr.. Briarley shook his head mourn
fully.
"Th' buryin' money" he said. Aye,
i'deed. A noice thing it is fur poor
chap to ha' to cut off his beer to pay
fur his coffin by tn week. Wastin' good
brass on summat he may nivver need as
long as he lives. l dunnot loike TIL
thowt on it, eyther. It's bad enow to
ha to get into tn thing at the eend, wi
out ha'ing it lugged up at tn door iv-
very Saturday, an payin' fur tn ornay-
mentin by inches.
Power OF a Sweet Voice.
V'Loro :, no ,,o,ror of 1o,,o co howl tc