The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1880-04-15
LOST, $1,000 IN NOTES.
An Exciting and Amusing Incident IN
the Village OF WetherSiield.
Hartford Comm Times.

Hartford Conn Times.
This story is told of one of the
wealthy residents of Wetherfeld, and /
it is vouched for as true in every par
ticular. He invariably carries a we'll
stuffed pOcket-book around with him,
and he is blessed with a happy faculty
Of holding on to what he has got.
But on one occasion he astonished an !
old resident Of the town by an unex-
peeted streak Of liberality, which we
viii now relate One day his pletho-
ric calf-skin was missing, and with 1t /
81 800 in bank-notes. If an electric
battery had poured a broadsIde down
the Doctors spinal column he could
scarcely have a greater shock. His
hands flew from pocket to pocket, and
his face heightened, and took on a
lugubrious and sorrowful air.
He lost his mental equilibrium, and
was dancing round on the ragged edge
of despair. Finally he bethought him
self of a visit he had made that morn
ing to Bill Wells, on, Wolcott Hill,
where he went to look at a SOW Of large
size, in that interesting condition where
litter Of pigs was liable to gladden.
the old sow's eyes at almost any hour.
The Doctor reasoned that his lost pock-
et-book 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 for
ward in the manner he remembered it
had been. 1t was think and go with
him. He clambered into his old lum-
ber- box wagon and headed his I'M
tanned Bucephalus toward Bill Wells.
He only thought Of well-stufed peck
et-book at the bottom Of the hog-pen,
and in his minds eye he saw that big
old SOW granting with satisfaction as
she poked and rooted his bank-notes
about. He lashed his horse into run,
and the good people Of Wethersfield
wondered what che matter was al
the old farmer Numbered along at 8
John Gilpin gait. The Doctor los
his hat when opposite the Post-Ofice
but he did not stop to pick it up
From this point he went bare-headed
and the old horse did credit to thu
breed. On reaching his destination hC
rushed to the pen, expecting 10 see thu
wreck of his pocket-book scattered
around the pen. But he was disaP
pointed. Not sign was there.
"By Godfrey" the Doctor eXclaimet
t'the old sow has swallowed it whole
Then Mr.. Wells appeared on tn
scene, and in a moment the excite,
Doctor cried out, "Whatll you take 70
that sow ?"
"Oh, 1 don't know" modestly re
sponded the ether.
81 don't want any don't know
about it," reared the Doctor What
you take for that SOW, l say?"
81 don't know as l want to sell it,
replied Mr.. Wells, who evidently di
not understand the situation.
''You must sell it. Set your ow
price, but 1 must have that sow9pleao
ingly urged the old farmer. At tb
Mr.. Wells thought the Doctor. la
gone crazy, and tried to sooth hin
But this only made the old fellow MOI
angry and excited, and he almo
danced over the quiet manner Of Il
other.
"5et the price," he shouted "set IL
price, say
"But l don't want to sell it,
81 say you must. I'll give yc
any price for it"
"Well, then, say S75," and Wei
eyes twiukled merrily as he named
surprising the price would cool the Dc
tors ardor. And he was astonished
the reply:
"Pli take it. Now kill that hog
was the prompt reply.
Mr.. Wells now knew he was Graz
and fgain tried to curb his excitemel
But this only added fuel to the fam,
The Doctor now fairly foamed Wi
excitement, and it seemed like {
froth of lunatic.
"Kill that hog, I say" again thu
dered the Doctor. "SheIl digest it
you don't.
ooh, come, get into your wag
and ride home with me-" soothing
suggested Wells.
"Great God, Bill Wells, do y
think am crazy? l tell yeu that 81
has swallowed my pocket-book wi
81 800 in it, and if you don't hurry
and have her killed, she'll digest it q
Tn lose every dollar"
Mr.. Wells still looked on in sile
establishment.
"My Christian friend, will you k
that hog?" and he rammed his han
down in his overcoat pockets with su
force that he discovered a hole in Q
of the pockets, and as he dove deei
down his excitement gave place to
feeling of satisfaction. Between /
lining and the cloth Of his coat he fou
the lost poeket-book, with its confer
undisturbed. Not dollar had be
digested by the innocent old SOW.
Offered his neighbor Wells teu-dol
bill not to say anything about it,
the offer was declined with thanks.
was too good to keep, and the VIII
town knew the story before sundoy
A Tnrl rnhunlh OF Rahv.