San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1882-10-05
An Agreeable StOrekeeper.
Exchange.

Exchange.
Old Jim Doolittle used to keeps store
in Cottonwood, Nebraska, but he is
now ont of the business. He was a
very peculiar salesman. If customer
didn't buy any thing he looked at Doc
little regarded him as an open enemy.
He took very little stock IN the motto,
"No trouble to show the goods" In
consequence Of his peculiar method OF
transacting business, Doolittle's trade
dwindled until he was able to enjoy all
of that solitude for which his nature
seemed to yearn.
One day lady strayed into Doolit'
ties store and timidly asked the poor
boon of looking at some cheap calicoes.
Doolittle chung heroically, to his nail
keg, and kept right on whiting.
"Yer want ter look at some prints, do
yer9" he snarled.
eff you please" replied the lady.
swell, now, eff yer air going to buy
some, I'll show 'em down; eff yer amt l
don't propose to unlimber the goods
and muss up the counter.
The lady fed.
A man from the North Loup stumbled
on to Doolittle's store and went in to
buy a pair of boots. The stock of mems
foot wear was not very extensively sort
ed up, and every pair the Loup Fork
man tried were too small for him. The
last pair of split leather kips were
mourfully laid aside, and with sickly
smile he said he guessed he had better
go somewhere else.
"Then you don't want no boots ter
day." snapped Doolittle.
Yes, I've got to have sum butes,
pardner, but it seems these are all too
small enough"
eyer don't act like man as wanted
any boots," said Doolittle, glaring at
him like wounded hen hawk.
"They're too small, pardner."
Don't you call me yer pardner,
you old lantern -jawed snoozer. Yer
one of those inicky chaps as can't be
suited nowheres that's what yer air.
What do yer have such cussed big feet
for, anyway"
Il guess I'd better be a-going," said
the Loup Fork man, pulling on his old
pair of moccasins and started for the
door.
eyer had that, you splay-footed old
mud dobber. Here, hadn't you better
came back and try on the case? Meb-
be it'll fit one of yer hog-fat feet"
Something like crowd gathered in
front of Doolittle's store Immediately
after this colloquy. There seemed to
be kind of theatrical entertainment
going on inside. Anon the Loup Fork
would swing something over his head
few times, and then he would fetch
the floor thwack with it which made
all the alabaster crockery and nutmeg
graters rattle on the shelves. The floor
was strewn with canned peaches, cove
oysters, homeless Goldfish and pants but
tons. The dust was SO thick that the
excited audience couldn't see exactly
what was Transporting within, but from
certain ejaculatory sentences that were
overheard, it IVES surmised that some
one was trying to sell Doolittle a bill
Of goods on thirty days time, five per
cent. off for cash. But as he shot out
into the heart of the crowd, and lay
there IN kind of soft, pulpy condition,
his face highly ernamented with dis
played ads, and cuts, and half-pint of
teeth scattered around him, the assem-
bled multitude reverently made way for
a tall stranger who issued from the store
minus a hat, with flushed face and a
long rent down the back of his coat.
The maiden VIII dropped from a rope