Tolland County press., 1883-03-01
"DOT VAS PISNESs.n

"Hsrman," said Chicago merchant clothier, addressing his clerk, "haf ye sole all of dose oyergoats vat vas left over from last vinter?" "No, sir i; dere vas dree of dem left yet" "Vell, ve must sell 'sm right away. Firing me out one uf de goats, und will show you something's apout pis- ness. will dell you how ve will sell dem oud, und you must learn de pisness, Her. man. De winter vas gone, you know, und ve haf had dose goats in de stole more as seex years" An eight-dollar overooat was handed to him by his clerk, and, smooth ing it out, he took buckskin money purse from the showcase, and, stuffing 1t full of paper, dropped It into one of the pockets. "Now, Herman, my poy," he continued, "vatch me sell dat goat. I haf sold over dirty-fife uf dem shubt de same way, und want to deech you de pis- ness. Ven de nexd customer comes in de shop will show ke way Rube Hoffenstein, mine broder in Detroit, sells his coding
 und udder dings." few minutes later a negro, in quest of suitable pair of shoes, entered the store slowly. The proprietor advanced, smiling, and inquired, ''Vat is it you wish ?'' "Yer got any cheap shoes hyar? ?" asked the negro. "Blendy uf dem, my frent, blendy-at any brics you vant." The negro stated that he wanted pair of brogans, and soon his pedal ex- tremeties were encased in them, at bar gain. As he was about to leave the pro- prietor called him back. 'I ain't gwine 10 buy nuffin else. I'se got all I want" !" said the negro, sullenly. "Dot may be SC, my dear sir, replied the proprietor {; ''but shust wants you to look at dis goat. It vas de pure Russian wool, und dis dime last year you doan got de same goat for twendy- fife dollars. Mine gracious, clod- ing vas gone down to nodding, und dere vas no money in de pisness any longer.
 De consumption vas going round, und de
 doctors dell me it was de vedder. More den nine beepless died round where Tiff last week.. Dink of dot. Mine frent, dot goat vas Russian wool, dick und heafy. Wy, Misder Jones, who owns de pank on Canal-streed, took dot goat home init him yesterday und wore it all day but it vas leedle dight across de shoulder, und he brought it pack shust vile ago. Dry 1t on, my dear sir. Misder Jones vas rich man, und he liked dot goat. How deep deep de pockets vas, but it vas a leedle dight across de shoulder" The negre buttoned up the coat, thrust his hands in to the pockets, and felt the purse. A peaceful smile played over his face vixen his touch disclosed to his mind the con- tents of one of the pockets but he chcksd down his joy and inquired. "Who did you say wore this hyar coat ?" "vy, Mis- der Jones vot owns de pank on Canal streed." "What yer gwine to ax fur it ?" ''Dwenty dollars s'Dat's pow'ful high price fur dis coat, but I'll take it." "Her- man, here, wrap up dis goat fur de shen- tleman, und drow in eravat it will make him look nice init de ladies'' s'Nebber mind, I'll keep de coat on" replied the negro; and, pulling out roll of money, he paid for it and left the store. While he was around the next corner mourning over the stuffed purse, Hoffenstein said to his clerk, "Herman, fix up anudder von of dose goats de same way, und doan for get to tell dat Misder Jones, vot runs de bank on Canal-streed, wore it yesterday"