The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-10-19
NO. AZ.

upon the force with a scowl upon her
not altogether classic features.
you might ask lady to take
chair" she snapped, with an ugly look
ing CLEAN in her eyes.
The blueglass man aroused himself
and watched a blue-bottle fly that had
been inserting its fangs into his bald
head all morning, slowly wing It's way
out of the window into the calm, autumn
sunlight. Then with look of pain he
brought his gaze to bear upon the lady
he said
"Cert, madame, cert. Take two
chairs"
With vicious jerk the visitor seized
chair, pumped into 1t, knocked a
paste pot off the table with an overgrown
parasol that resembled an umbrella, and
exclaimed:
'Look here I've got boy ~
The blueglass man laid his pencil
down and regarded the lady thought
fully. "That's all right" he said at
length, Z" / presume you are married
lady 2"
Yes, you bald headed bulldozer,
am married lady ~ shrieked the
woman, hitting the tin telephone a
whack with her parasol, "and you bet
your dollar that If my husband, Mr..
M'Gregor, was home from New Orleans
1t wouldn't be two minutes till he would
clean out this office !"
"Oh, don't know observed the
blueglass man, scratching his head irri-
tably with q paste brush, 81 don't
know. There was man come from
Memphis once especially to clean us out,
but he was knocked down four fight of
stairs and had his skull fractured, and
was sued, and is now making shoes in
the penitentiary. Something of that
kind might happen to M'Gregor, you
know"
II know this" howled Mrs. M'Gre-
g0r, "I know that don't want you to
badger me. I won't have it. 1 came
here for satisfaction about the boy, and
I'm going to get it," And Mrs. M'Gre-
gor got up, walked around the table, sat
|
"What boy ?" asked the blueglass
man.
"My boy"
Whereabouts ?''
Mrs. M'Gregor eyed the blueglass man
viciously. She secured tighter grip on
her parasol and screamed; "For two
pins would hit you with this parasol.
You can't play with me. 1 am too
smart a woman. Do you pretend to say
that your paper didn't publish an item
yesterday that John George M M'Gregor
had upset an apple stand, gone through
the till and had been sent to jail? Do
you mean to say that you didn't pub
lish this base libel on my son +? You
villain ~
81 don't know anything about John
George M'Gregor, and don't want to
know anything about him." said the
head of the blueglass department. "We
never published q line in regard to him,
although have no doubt that If he is
not in Jail he ought to be. / am very
positive, however," continued the blue
BloSo luoh 90 hO olOoO ahu hiOhCu q
waste basket across the room, "that if
you yawp around here much longer I'll
have you bounced"
"Look here" shrieked the lady, isn't
this the Commercial Gazette? ?"
"No, it isn't
"Well, then Pm wrong. The Com
naerciaI Gazette wretch is the man i
want to lay my eyes on, and if I find
out he's the fellow who put the piece in
about my John George wouldn't stop
much to batter his nose to jelly" and
then Mrs. M'Gregor knocked a whole
row of empty ink bottles off shelf for
spite, and walked out with the remark
that she would lick the Commercial
Gazette man if she had ''to go to the
cooler for it,
EB- Sir John Herschel has declared
that elf he were to pray for taste
which should stand under every variety
of circumstances and be source of hap
piness and cheerfulness to him through
life, it would be taste for reading. p
Give man, he affirms, that taste and
the means of gratifying it, and you can
not fail of making him good and happy /;
for you bring him in contact with the
best society in all ages, with the tender
est, the bravest, and the purest men who
have adorned humanity, making him a
denizen of all nations, a cotemporary Of