Morning journal and courier., 1881-01-17
Getting 1t Out of Him. , rpurJipofon HawkevA

! Burlington Hawkeye.l
 They had just the loveliest sleighing in Philadelphia all last week, and young Keep ! itup was out enjoying it all one afternoon When he drove into the stable, oh, but the man was mad. He roared when he looked at the horses and danced around, and as Uncle Remus says, ''he cust, he did"
 sLook at that hoss, " he walled, flock at that hoss! Ain't dry hair on him, an he's nigh ready to drop. That's pretty lookin' way to bring in hoss. Nice man, you are, to let good hoss to"
 Young Keepitup was fairly astonished. stMan alive" he yelled, picturing his amaze ment in his voice. land what did you expect when I hired him. When horse Is costing me an even $5 an hour, he's got to keep movin', you understand. When I'm paying you more than eight cents every minute, can't afford to let no horse lean up against an ice box while he figures out the oat crob of the United States for 1880. did my lev
 el best to keep my whip arm warm, and then
 I couldn't get more than $4.25 an hour out
 of him. I didn't hire the horse to rest him.
 Now, if you had only charged fifteen cents an hour, would have had the horse fed every
 thirty minutes while was out, and would
 have rocked him to sleep in my arms, wrap- ped him up in blankets and laid him in the sleigh and hauled him back to the stable my self That is the difference, you see, MT. Silkcracker. Here's your money, and want the same horse. or better one, next Saturday afternoon, if the snow holds on
 And he went away, while MT. S1lkcracker stood looking alternately at the money and the horse, thinking it all over.
 Joaquin Miller Exhibits Two of Ais
 Friends.
 From the Californian.l
 I tell you that, in nine cases out of ten, great acquired wealth lifts up in mon umental testimony the meanness of it's pos sessor. I knew two neighbors, old Califor- nians, who had about equal fortunes. They were both old settlers, both rich, and both much respected. In that fearful year, 1852, when the dying and destitute immigrants literally crawled on hands and knees over the Sierra trying to reach the settlements, one of these men drove all his cattle up to the mountains, butchered them, and fed the starving. He had his Mexicans pack all the mules with flour, which at that time cost al most its weight in gold, and push on night and day over the mountains to meet the stran- gers there and feed them so that they might have strength to reach his house, where they could have shelter and rest The other man, cold and cautious, saw his opportunity and embraced it. He sat at home and sold all his wheat and mules and meat, and with the vast for turning money to account in that new country soon became almost pr nee in fortune. But his generous neighbor died beggar in Idaho, where he had gone to try to make another fortune. He literally had not money enough to buy shroud and as he died among strangers, by the roadside, he was buried without even so much as pine coffin. I saw his grave there only last year. Some one had set up a, rough granite stone at the head. And that was all No nasneN not even letter or date. Nothing. But that boulder was fashioned by the hand of Almighty God, and in the little seams and dots and messy scars that cover it he can read Ll.. -4.1A L~rs~k o,ct this lone dead man on the snowy mountains of Idaho The children of the ''prince'' are in Paris. Upheld by his colossal wealth their lives seem to embrace the universal world. He is my friend. He buys all my books, and reads every line write. When he comes to this sketch he will understand it. And he ought to understand, too, that all the respect, admiration, and love which the new land once gave these two men gathers around and is buried beneath that moss-g grown granite stone and that I know, even with all his show of splendor, that his heart is as cold and as empty as that dead mans hand.