Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1882-09-13
Old Jun.

Old Jim Doolittle used to keep a store
in Cottonwood. Neh., but he is low out
OF the business. He was a very peculiar
salesman. II customer. didn't buv
everything he looked a, Doolittle re-
garded him as an open enemy. He
took very little stock in the mot o "No
trouble to show the goods" In conse-
quence Of his peculiar method of trans
acting business Dooiittle's trade dwin-
died until he was able TO enjoy oil of
that solitude for which his nature SEEM
ed to yearn.
One day lady strayed into Doolittle's
store and timidly asked the poor boon
OF looking at some cheap calicos. Doc
little clung heroically to his nail keg,
and kept right ON whiting.
"Yer want to look at some prints. do
yer?" he snarled.
"lf you please" replied the lady.
"Weil, now, ef yer air going to buy
some. I'll show 'em Down; ef yer amt
L don't propose to unlimber the goods
and muss up the counter"
The lady fled.
A man from the North Loup stumbled
on to Doolitile's store and went in to
! buy par of boots. The stock of mems
foot wear was not very extensively sort
cd up, and every pair the Loup Fork
msn tried were too small for him. The
last pair OF spit leather kips were
mournfulIy laid aside, and with a sickIy
smile he said he guessed he had better
so somewhere else.
"Then ysu don't want no boots ter
day" snapped Doolittle.
"Yes, I've gUt to have sum butes,
pardner. but it seems these air are all
too small CROUCH"
"ier 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 pardner. you old
lantern-iawed snoozer. Yer one of these
finricky chaps as can't be suited no.
where's, that's what yer air. What DO
yer have such cussed big feet for, any
way?"
Il guess I'd better be a-going," said
the Loup Fork man, pulling on his old
pair of moccasins and starting for the
door.
"Yer had that, Yer splay-iooted old
mud-dobbl.r. Here, hadn't you better
come back and try on the case Mebbe
It'll fit one OF your 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
man 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 nut.
meg graters rattle off the shelves, The
| floor was strewn with canned peaches,
: cove oysters, boreless Goldfish and pants
buttons. The dust was SO thick that
the excited audience couldn't see ex
actly what was transpiring within, but
from certain eiaculatory sentences over,
heard it was surmised that some one
. was trying to sell Dooiittle a bill O.
goods on thirty days time, five per cent
, off for cash. But as he shot out int
the heart of the crowd, and lay there il
/ kird of soft, pulpy condition, his face
: highly ornamented with displayed ads
and cuts, and half pint of teeth scat
q tered around him, the assembled multi
J.. tude reverently made way for tai
|. stranger who issued from the stor'
d minus hat, with flushed face and ,
t long rent down the back of his coat