Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1880-07-28
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= NltuVut bciays
: A good story is told of awealth!
Wethersfleld man who invariabl!
: carries a well-filled pocketbooh
, around with him, and is blessed
, with the happy faculty of holding
. on to what he gets. He never heads
subscription list, though what hi
might do in THE direction will never
be known until some man with the
requisite pluck can be found to ask
him.
One day his plethoric calfskir
was missing, and with it $1,000 il
bank notes. II an electric battery
had poured broadside down the
doctors spinal column, he could
have scarcely felt greater shock
His hands flew from pocket TO
pocket, and his face heightened
and took on a lugubrious and sor-
rowful air. Finally he bethought
him of a visit he had made that
morning to Bill Wells, on Wolcott
Hill, where he went to look at a
SOW of large size.
The doctor reasoned that the
pocketbook was in the pen against
which he leaned. He assumed that
it would be an easy matter for it to
drop out of his pocket with his
body thrown forward in the man
ner he remembered it had been.
1t was to think and act with him.
He clsmbered into his old lumber
box wagon and headed his untam-
ed Bucephelas toward Bill Wells.
On reaching his destination, he
rushed to the pen, expecting to see
the wreck of his pocketbook seat
tered around the pen. Bot he was
disappointed. Not sign of it was
there.
"Great guns" the doctor exclaim-
ed, "the old SOW has swallowed it
whole"
Then Mr.. Wells appeared on the
scene, and in a moment the excited
doctor cried out "Whatll you
take for that SOW 2"
"Oh, l don't know" moderately
responded the other.
81 don't want any don't knows
about it" roared the doctor. "What
will you take for that SOW 7"
IL don't know as | want to sell
her," replied Mr.. Wells, who evil
IDENTIFY didn't understand the situa-
ton.
"You must sell her. Set your
own price, but must have her."
pleadingly urged the doctor.
"Well, then, say s75," and Wells
eyes twinkled merily as he named
it, supposipg the price would cool
the doctors ardor. And he was
surprised at the reply.
an take her; now kill the hog"
was the prompt reply.
Mr.. Wells now thought he was
crazy, and again tried to curb his
excitement, but this only added
fuel to the flames.
"Kill that hog, | say" again
Numbered the doctor. "She will
digest it if you don't"
"Oh, come, get into my wagon
and ride home with me-" soothing
ly suggested Wells.
"Bill Wells, do you think | am
crazyi l tell you that SOW has
swallowed my pocket book with
$1,000 in it, and If you don't hurry
up and have her killed, she'll III
geSt it. and III lose every dollar"
Mr.. Wells still looked on IN sieu'
aStonishment.
"My friend, will You kill thai
hog ?" and as he rammei his hands
down in his overcoat he discovered
a hole in one Of his pockets, and
as he dove deeper his excitement
gave place to feeling of satisfac-
ton. Between the lining and the
cloth OF his coat he found the lost
pocketbook, with its contents I'M
disturbed. Not q dollar had been
digested by the innocent old SOW.
He offered bis neigbbor Wells a
SO bill not to say anything about
it, but the offer was declined with
thanks.
"COonskin."
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