Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-11-27

and Kali looked up and saw q man In
rags, with but one eye, one arm and one
leg.
You unlucky." exclaimed the new
conner. "Do you compare your situa-
ton with mine? [, who am wanting in
SO many things. What do you say to
me, the perfect addition of all your
woes? And with it all, [ consider my
self the luckiest fellow in the world"
And here, with the aid of long
crutch he tripped abont merrily on the
sand.
"And how do you manage 20 be so
happy?" they asked.
Il will tell YOU" said the traveller.
81 owe all my good luck to three ex-
cellent men-a barber. a tailor, and a
shoemaker. The first took my eye,
the second my arm, and the last my
leg. Could [ but find them, would
shower my blessings on them"
" had the pleasure of spelling your
eve" said Ali with a wink
"AlloW me to recommend myself to
you as the person who deprived you of
an arm" said Bali, with wave of his
arm.
eff I have made you happy by caus-
ing the loss Of your leg, | am Kali, the
shoemaker, at your service" said Kali:
and he made a scrape.
"And have / the good fortune o
meet you all?" said the traveller, Then
allow me to embrace you
And with this, as we'll as his infirmi-
ties would allow, he Rugged them all
three. and then addressed them as fol-
lows:
CHOW, listen. My name is Ben
Rouzaum. was about to be married.
The day before the nuptial ceremony,
I went to you, Ali, to be shaved. You
put your brush IN my eye, and lost 1t.
When [ presented myself afterward to
the lady, she would have nothing to do
with ME, and married some one else.
She turned out to be such a wicked
creature, so unfaithful, that her hus-
band, covered with shame, killed HIM
self. 1t would certainly have been my
fate, if not for the good fortune that |
had In going to you to get shaved.
"Some time afterward the sultan sent
for me. In order to make myself
pleasant to the eyes of the commander
of the faithful, | bethought me | must
have new vest You, Bali, made it;
fortunate needle went into my arm
[ lost it and could not go. The sultan
had planned secret expedition to carry
on war with neighboring country, and
], was to have been in it. They were
all taken prisoners by the enemy, and
are now toiling as slaves under harsh
masters. Bali, had it not been for you,
what would have been my fate ?"
"Yes," said Polly, theughtfully, eve
mustn't order any more meat at pres
ent."
''But we mnst live," flashed out
Lisbeth.
"There Is salt mackerel," said Polly,
"and eggs, and vegetable soups, and
Mrs. Pullett always sends us nice cut
of pork and some fresh sausages when
they kill their pig. Oh, we shall get
along somehow, Lisbeth; anything is
better tnan debt"
Lisbeth looked up with sparkling
eyes.
Polly" cried she: why don't they in
crease papa's salary? Six hundred dol
lars year is a shameful pittance for
such man as he is"
Polly shook her head over the grapes.
"Papa isn't a young man any longer,
Lisbeth," said she "and he isn't as
modern in his ideas as Mr.. Crocus."
But he is such a learned man." cried
out Lisbeth, shaking the yellow name
out of her eyes. And his sermons
oh, Polly, they make me cry, they are
so deep and so solemn, and go down
into ones heart so. Six hundred dol
lars year, Polly, for such work and
study as that"
There is no doubt said Polly, soberly,
"but that clergymen are, as a general
rule, very much underpaid in this
country"
Il shall never marry a clergyman"
cried Lisbeth, with energy. mo, Polly,
never! I'd marry a dust-man first! For
dust-men get their pay, and clergymen
don't and"
Lisbeth stopped short, scarlet and
confused, in this rhapsody Of hers, for,
CHANGING to glance up, she beheld in
the doorway a tall and solemn-faced
young man. with an umbrella in one
hand and a travelling sachel in the
other.
ave don't want anything, please"
said she, jumping at once to the con-
clusion that she beheld a book agent,
or vender of patent polish, or some
itinerant tradesman.
81 beg your pardon" said the gentle
man, apparently as much embarrassed
as was she herself; Il must have mis-
taken the house. [ was looking for
the Reverend Francis Fennv'
"My good gracious! another mission
ary," murmured Lisbeth, soto voce, as
Polly stepped graciously forward, say
ing.
"You are not mistaken. sir; this is
the house. Please to walk into the
parlor, and will speak to papa
The best room of the parsonage was
cool and dark, with green paper shades
drawn down, a jar of fragrant dried
rose leaves in the fireplace, and
home-braided rug of party-colored cloth
laid carefully down before the sofa to
hide the darned spot in the carpet.
'Not that chair, please" said Polly,
coloring up to the roots of her hair, as
tho ,1nwarv stranger advanced toward