The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1880-11-18
RATHER UNREASONABLE.
A Pickpocket Courts the Cold Pro.
lection Of Richards Waves to
Elude His Pursuers.

A little negro at the depot last
saturday came near favoring us
with e two-storY item for this pa
per. One of the colored men EN-
ployed there had that day drawn
MS years salary, which be added
TO his coupons and rents and
slowed snugly in his flap, and then
parted his face in the middle and
walked loftily before his asso-
clates with pompous strut born
OF the proud consciousness Of being
sole possessor of 81 So in his own
right, title and property. When he
had disported himself to his salts
faction and had Frustrated his pals
with envy, he sat down to make up
his mind upon the investments he
would make. While he was making
up his mind, the little negro men
toned made up his mind also, and
when they had both made up their
minds, 10! the pocketbook was
gone-$4 90, salary, rents, coupons,
dreams of investment and all.
There were several little negroes in
the room, and when our Girard dis
covered his loss he Immediately
covered the door with his foot and
muttered:
"Whar dat wealth. De fust
young gem'men dat leave dis var
premises fore 1 goes thro' his
wardrobe is gwyne to hear some'um
drapp'
or course every one protested
his innocence, and the fact is you
could see innocence perched on
each countenance like a buzzard
on stump. Girard did not give
way TO emotion.
"Shuck out dem pockets! Pse
gittin' warm in de collar, l tells
yers! Dat scads-wallet have 'peared
ter some O. yer brats and rs gwyne
ter skin it out'n yerI'
He commenced the search and af-
Ter going through the crowd found
no pocket book; and the nearer he
got to the end the warmer he be
came, and when he had searched
through without finding it his emo
tional nature gave way and ex
pressed itself loudly in lamelta
tions. just in the midst Of his
heart-rending walls, one little ne
gro ran his hand down under the
coat lining of another and drew
out the prize, and as he drew it out
the culprit sprang through the win
dow. Girard seized his wealth and
followed the pick-pocket through
the window and soon the chase was
hot for the high bluff near the
tank, The little fellow went over
the bluff with GIrard right after
him, and just as the latter was
about to nab him he bumped him
self and leaped far out in Richland
and made for deep water. Girard
thought he was forcing him to his
death and would be guilty of his
murder and his heart melted at |
once to tenderness as he cried:
''Come back ter desc arms, honey |
Dat water'll wash all de primin'
out'n yer close and yer'll ketch |
cold dar and ketck de devil when |
yer mudder gifts yer. L forgives
yer"
The fellow little would not believe |
this assurance of pardon and was
still making his way through the
cold waves to where the blue waters
told of measureless depths, when
Mr.. Lasseter appeared upon the
bank and with assurances of protec
ton induced him to forego his con-
suicide. He came out
dripping and shivering and Girard
paid for the stimulus, helped to dry
his clothing, and thus left US with
out a true story item headed:
'Under the Waves! Theft-Sui-
clde-Lamentationp' etc.