The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1879-06-20

ferson, Patrick iIenry-Ah, it Carl had on
ly paid more attention to his history and
less to cooking pins-and host of 9th.
ers. big black haired boy, and little
red haired boy took the same name, William
Tweed Carl was puzzled at the coincidence
and asked the the black haired William
what it meant. He looked blank, but W
L. number two came to the rescue with q
lying audacity which would have delighted
his uamesake.
"Me and him is cousins, was ramed after
the same chap, nice man he was come to
think, shouldn't wonder a tit if twas your
father" evidently wishing to conciiale the
little trader.
Carl looked the red.haired William Tweed
square in the face, his fists clenchng aud
his ack eyes swapping ominously. W. r..
stepped back from the counter grininp
Il believe you're telling fbs," Carl cried,
"my fathers name ain't William, and your
name amt William either, Joe Brown. You
don't remember the time you stole my ball
and then kicked me because | asked you to
give it back ? You stole twenty five cents
once, too and said you didn't have it when
you did, cause Uncle Tom searched you and
found it way down in your boot. Now you
just get out-no, you shan't have it,"
This last remark was addressed to Henry
Clay, who was meekly asking for"live cents
worth of peanuts, and would Mr.. Bonny be
so kind As to trust him?'
Before that "Mr. Bonuey" uttered so
reverently would have tickled Csrl's vanity
amazingly, but he didn't take the bait this
time, and made answer as be fore stated, ad.
ding, "Nor none of you shan't have any
more. | amt going TO trust another
cent ~
1t was the signal for general scramble.
Such an uproar was never heard before nor
since in that civilized community. Oliver
Cromwell, william Tell and the two Tweeds
JEFF Davis, and all, We'd with each other
in who should obtain the greatest lot ofcon-
feciions. The Tweeds seemed to be adopts
at stealing. Poor Carl was powerless to pre-
vent the robbery, even if lie had known
" hat it all meant. He was screaming "fi,h-
er = at the very tip top Of his lungs, and
consumption is not hereditary in his family.
When the row subsid d so that he could
make himself heard. his father came though
quite too late to mete out justice, for Oliver
Crom wells heels were Just flying around
the corner, and Oliver being short and lat,
was behind them all.
Carl told his story, and his father nearly
choked in trying not to laugh. He did not
try when it came to reading the ledger "Ac-
counts with Mister Thomas Jefferson, with
Mister Isaac Nuton, etc." he just let his
pent.up laughter 60 off in one loud, long
roar. Then he took the little pile of money
from the box-just one dollar and ninety
seven cents looked over the ledger casting
up accounts, put on CarPs cap and went
home to dinner.
"Well Carl, if you had sold your wares
for money, you would have made two dol
lars and fifteen cents, besides what was stol.
en-, now you have lost fourteen dollars and
one cent.
"Shan't never trust anybody again." said
Carl, shaking his head decidedly.
His father laughed.
'Experience is cheap at fourteen dollars, -
he said. "Peope have paid many thousand
aud even millions, for it."
Very often now, as Carl sits at breakfast
he sees Robin Hood in the street, Up he
jumps, nearly knocking the table over in
his efforts to reach the door. When he does
Robin Hood is never to be seen.
Carl will sell those ledger accounts for five
cents on dollar.
This story is intended as moral for
everybody but newspaper men.--EDs