The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1882-08-03
How He Lost His Memory.

How He Lost His Memory.
He had asked the man in the seat be-
hind him for chew of fine-cut, and, af-
ter stuffing half the contents of the box
into his mouth, he had put the box itself
into his pocket. When reminded OF this
he replied:
"Bless me! bless me! Why so didl
Hope you won't take offense, sir, for l
had entirely forgotten it. Dear me! but
find fresh evidences every day that I
am not what used to be. l see that l
am losing my memory"
"That's too bad!" said the other.
Chow long nave you been thus afflicted"
Exactly thirteen years ago to-day"
ibid some accident happen to you
then?"
"Accidenta Bless you, my dear sir, it
was terrible thing. I was hung by a
mob"
SIS that so? I.dont want to be i'm
pertinent, but should really like to hear
about it?''
"Certainly-no impertinence about
that. I was in Denver. NJ business
there was to sell pianos and organs. One
night called at house to see about the
sale Of piano, and l found the lady
| murdered in the hall. While was
standing there, horror-struck and terri
fed, several parties came up, accused me
of the deed, and in ten minutes a mob
had rope around my neck. l was
dragged to tree. given two minutes to
pray, and then pulled up
"Hung by the neck?"
eyes; regular hangman's moose, and
the end Of the rope was made fast, and /
was left swinging
"Great Scottl and-and-but you
didn't die?"
"I dunno" softly answered the piano
man. 81 date my loss of memory from
the minute they began pulling on the
rope. Perhaps was cut down and re
uscitated-perhaps the corpse was cut
down and buried. As 1 told you before
my memory has sadly failed me-"
The other puzzled over il, blew his
nose, got red in the face. and finally
blurted out:
"Say, mister, believe you are a
| gigantic, consumed liar!'
Like as not-like rs mott" blandly re-
piled the piano man. "When man s
memory begins to fail, he may hit the
truth or he may lie-just rs it happens.
Have you any good chewing tobacco with
your Detroit Free Press.
IT NEVER SQUEAKED.-Fred.M cCabe,
the ventriliquist. was great joker
Some years ago he was on the Missis'
sippi. on board one Of the steam boats.
aud, making an acquaintance with the
engineer. he Was allowed the freedom OF
the engine room. He sat down in . cor
ner. and, drawing his hat over his eyes,
seemed lost In reverie. In few minutes
Q certain part Of the machinery began TO
squeak. The engineer oiled it and sent
about his business. In another few min
utes the squeaking was again heard, and
| the engineer rushed over, oil-can in
hand. 10 give the offending spindle An
other lubficating. Again he rushed to
his post, and again the spindle began
| sQueaking louder than ever. "Jupiterr'
| he yelled, "the darned things bewitch-
led" More oil vas administered, but the
| engineer began 10 smell rat. Pretty
soon the spindle squeaked again, and,
! slipping up behind McCabe. the en-
ginesr poured halt pint Of oil down
6he ioksr's hack. II guess that ere
spindle won't squeak again" And Il
didn't
A novel apparatus entitled "chsmi'
| al lung," Has been invented Tor tn
/ vontilnHion q tunnels, and hes beeu
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