, 1878-08-31


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sa.. .sHHr.- r..rir.u ,h. p-ud still
ahra r-rt..f .-.H.tas
r8.l,. b. determined io make a
star-. o., Tat ur clean collar, wII-'i
tg tl elbow. Cd. Il, SUNDAY caat, anil
a. drove along ,frs -yutiy aud calmly.
TT uamru didn't l-ehUU ir h.m, rur
a,i slIIrpu rn sfsr hiu,. bui be- didn't
sxlp-t b. H. had start.i out to build
up guie; front door trade, and a. crave
r,~.i,t.ug ~ith hack gate Company.
Il i5okel real happy an b. rang the
l-.li q a stylish front door, and when
thr Ldy appeared b. raised his hat,
s.Ailcl ike a grocer working od old
cherrics on a blind man, and remarked:
"Madame, assure YOU tina; am per
focily oomPctent 10 play Hamlet before
an sudience Of aristocn,ts, but we must
have 6sh pe,idlegs as well a. actors |
deal ia the hnny tribe, madam, and il
You want a whitchsh foT dinner ! have
Sonae elegant specimens in my eooPay,
out there.
''Sir, you seem 10 be drunk :" she
galpe.l out, rctreating into the hall.
'What does Milton's Paradise Lost
say, madamer be pleasantly replied.
DOESN'T it say that the paths Of the
'sWe never eat fish--dont want any"
she snapped, and the door banged at
him.
lie tried the third house down. He
had sold fish there often. The woman
of the house had heard his screams afdr
of, and had waved the broom for him to
stop. Once she had asked him why
fish peddlers seemed SO determined to
out-yell rag buyers and berry nuisances,
and had threatened to return to plain
hash if he didn't tame down his cry.
She came to the door in response to his
knock, and he politely said:
"Madam, doesn't Tennyson say:
Calm is the morn without sound,
Calm as to suit calmer grief,
And only thro' the faded leaf,
The chestnut pattering to the ground?
The chestnut isn't pattering just now,
madam, but I've got soIhe of the incest
fresh fish out here which ever jumped
out of the water in response to the
ihuzz of the gad-hy."
:" Who are you, sirf' she frigidly in
quired, looking him from crown to
boots.
"Madame, / am not Cesar; am not
Rrutus. | should be rejoiced to wake
mp some day and find that 1 was Shak-
speare's uncle but for the present /
must be content to be Pepper, the fish
peddler. Will you have whitetsh or
troutP
"You leave my yard, sir " was her
emphatic response, as she puckered her
mouth to whistle for the dog.
He went. No wise man will linger
on the steps Of even woodbine cottage
after stout-armed woman has made
dive for base ball bat. He had faith,
however, and he stopped at the next
corner, raised his hat to two ladies who
were gossipping under a shade tree and
said:
"Ladies, will you please examine
these beautiful specimens of piscatorial
lifeg
"You move on, or we'll call the grocer
and have him see you locked upP was
the united reply.
He moved He drove slowly away
for block, his face growing darker all
the time, and all of sudden he
wrenched the paper collar from his neck
and flung it over the wheel, pulled off
his hat and stepped on it, and rubbing
fish against his elbows to restore the
old fashioned gloss to his coat, he called
out:
"Fe-resh whitefsh-wh-i-t-e f-e-e-s-h
and trout-and u-ties--be u
ties, all a-fopping like towel in the
wind p
Three women opened three front doors
and called to him that they would take
fish, and before he had weighed the first
one, two children came running from a
block away to made other purchases.
Can one blame the peddlers after thisl
Detroit Free Press
An Eastern paper makes the assertion