The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-11-13
John lsulYer's Mistake.

Bnlger is one Of those young men who
arc forever trying to say something conf
Cal at another persons expense, aud un-
fortunately never succeed. The other
day Bulger was riding down town in u
horse Car, when q rustic looking gentle
man entered the car and took q scat d.
rcct'y opposite from where he Sat. AS
there were several persons in the Car, nul-
ger seemed TO think that it would be an
excellent opportunity for him TO get oif
some OF his extraordinary wit. So, adj
dressing himself to the Old gentleman op-
poslte, he said In a tone loud enough to be
heard all over the car:
denl-low wan everything in the
lunatic asylum when you came way2"
But no one seemed TO appreciate the joke,
excepting one old woman, who really
didn't see anything to laugh at, but grinned
just ont of politcness. The old gentleman,
although taken by surprise, quickly recov-
cred himself, and looking steadily at Bul-
ger moment, his facc suddenly brighten
ed; extending his hand, he said, with a
mlschlcyous twinkle in his eyes:
"Wall, swowl didn't know yer, but I
kinder thort seed them clothes before:
lit lust rate, don't they9 How dye like
the shirt? Looks all right; wouldn't know
but what twas yours; needs washin',
though. It's too tarnation bad them boots
are 80 small yer can't wear stockings with
'em; but If do say it myself, that's good
leather in them boots, and I shouldn't gin
them to yer if they hadn't been so ever
lastingly too big for me. The old hat,
that looks material, too. got that hat second
hand from O fellow for twenty cents
just as good as twenty. five center; a blind
man wouldn't know the difference. NV
stars! tryin' to get wlliskers. aih't We, or is
that dirt on yer lip2 Why don't ye wear
That yailer'n green ncckercmcf gin yer2
Looks tremendous sight bettcr'n that red
thing you've got On. What9 hal ha! &c
Whitiker! that's good un. l'll be burned
II you haln't got that collar on t'other side
up" (BuIger wears stand-np collars.
Looks so queer couldn't help laughing.
Amt yer kinder fraid you'll tumble down
some time and stick the pints inter yer
ncck7 How did yer get chance to ride
in the hoss.car2 Know the fcller what
takes tho money. don't yerI"
"Sirl" screamed Bulger, just recovering
from his astonishmcnt, and getting chance
for the first time to put in a word. "Slr!"
"Iut2 tull" continued the gentleman
from the country, ''you needn't say
word, l know just how it Is; I should feel
the same way myself If anybody took nc
fro1 the poor house and give mo some
decent clothes. Yer needn't thank me:
l don't wontto hear. But mnst get oif
the hoss.ear; and If you feel tho least mite
Chilly without underclothcs don't be
ashamed To come round and ask for them.
But don't forget to como to my house, and
not go near the lunatic asylum, for they
are mighty strict there, and know they
wouldn't let you out again. Wull,s long;
take care of youraelf.'
So saying, he sprang lightly from the
car and walked away, while BuIger, with
his face perfectly livid with rage, gasped:
''lt's Iiel" l never saw the old fool be.
fore in my llfcl"
Bnt as The passengers still continued to
laugh, he left the car in disgust, and was
last seen, with his hat pulled over his eyes,
sneaking down side slIeect. Poor Bulger /
The way of the transgressor is not plea
SAINT.