Mexico weekly ledger., 1883-02-22
STORIES SAID TO BE TRUE.
An Appreciate Observation-Disclosures
edged His Signature =. Mississippi
FOgs..HeYl Never Tell the Truth
Again..Died of q Short Tree.
AN .APPRECIABLE DISTINCTION.

said to him: .'Hello, Sam, drunk as
usual NO. he replied, mot
near so drunk as usual. l can write
my name.'-Hashiagton Capital.
Acknowledged HIS SIGNATURE.
A man from a neighborng town
wished one of our banks to take his
note, a short time ago. The direc-
tors said they would cash his note
if his brother would endorse it. The
mex day in came the man with his
brothers signature on the note. The
bank took it and paid the money.
When the note became due the slgner
did not pay 1t, and the bank notified
the brother. That gentleman came
into the counting-roOm in amaZement,
and asked, What have you against
me?"
didn't you indorse a Eote for your
brother:" asked the cashier.
NUt tIat L htiUN VI. Icflict tHt
man.
.'Isn't this your SIGNATURE" de-
manded the bank official, producing
the note.
The mar looked at his name, writ
ten on the paper, and rubbed his
eyes.
"Yes," said he. ''that's my sigma
ture, sure; but l should think he
might have allowed me to write it,"
Hartford Giobe.
MISSISSIPPI FOGS.
"a fog catches you sometimes, and
what them"
Then We go by guess-plain guess.
We move slow and have one hand on
the engineers bell all the time. We
nose up into the bushes nee in a
while, and back out and turn around.
Oh, it's amusing what capers a boat
will cut in the fog. Why, l recall
once, l was on the Alice Vivian going
up at the foot of the Island, when the
fog came on sedense you had to
brush it aside I'd see your hand. We
chassayed around there for a long
time, now onto this bank, now into
that, and having $50 worth of the
derndest fun you ever saw, when all
at once l found We were in a pocket
with a bank on both sides of us and
a bank a little way ahead. Yes, sir,
we were 200 yards up in Three-Mile-
Creek, having come down the river to
accomplish this feat.
About two years ago l was follow
ing Capt. Peoples, of the johnson, in
a fog, listening to her escape pipes
and steering well idso the point. 1
thought everything Wis going all right
when the Johnson came steaming back
and L learned that Capt. Peoples had
been UP the Tennessee river and was
going right through the Atlantic
ocean, when he heard a dog bark.
Knowing there was no dog put down
on his chart he turned back and came
down where / was.
"'Well, We run by dog barking, by
rooster growing, by pig squeals.
These are reliable signs to run by.
Sometimes We run by the stopping
bell, and then By the rudder. You
see, we ring the bell and accordingly
as it sounds with a faint or a quick
echo we judge how far we are from
the shore. We sometimes stop the
boat ever so often just to hear the
bell echo, and then it is almost the
same thing with the whistle and with
the wheel. When the wheel is grind
ing away close in shore she makes an
awful roar, but when we are we'll out
in the middle of the stream you can
scarcely hear it. The other way Of
judging the run of the boat and her
direction is by the feel of the rudder.
When the pilots wheel turns hard we
know which way she is heading, even
when we cannot see the jackstaff. Of
course it is a science to some degree,
but for the most part plotting in a fog
ispure guesswork."-MobIe Register.
HE'LL NEVER TELL THE TRUTH AGAIN.
1 heard a good story the other day
of a Brooklyn gentleman who is now
member of the State Assembly. He
belonged to a club in South Brooklyn
to which a number of politicians be-
long, and every night there was a
game of poker at the rooms. One
night he became so interested in the
game that he did not quit till nearly
6 O'Clock in the morning. When he
got home he found his wife sitting up
for him.
"What has kept you out so late?"
the gentle spouse inquired.
well, my dear, 1 was down at the
club and gotto playing poker. Twas
out and couldn't leave till 1 got
even"
"Well, go to bed," suggested the
loving wife.
As soon as the poker player was
safely asleep his better half put on
her street clothes and proceeded to
the club house to ascertain whether
or not her liege lord was telling the
truth. Arriving at the house she saw
the colored steward-John, by name.
'sHas Mr.-be been here tonight"
she asked of the dusky youth.
"Yes'm.'
"What time did he leave?'
John thought it would never do to
saw about 6 O'Clock in the morning,
so with a view of smoothing things