Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-03-12

them in equal portions.
But Cleophas Brassey was of a more
practical turn of mind than th'
metaphysical donkey that starved tt
death between two haystacks, to
want of a philosophic reason fo1
choosing the one rather than the other
Uncle Jacob was complaining gooC
deal lately of a "puzzin in his het,
and had put himself on double ration
of biackstrap as n remedy. Feeling
there was no time to lose, Mr.. Brassey
in the privacy of his chamber christen
ed his meerschaum Jenny. and hi
tobacco-stopper Lucy, and went over
the old juvenile rigmarole by which
schooboys decide who's first to b'
hare. The last word fell to Lucy--sC
Lucy it was.
From that time forth it ceased to b'
question where Mr.. Brassey's pre-
objections lay. 1t was nothing bu
Lucy with him now. Poor Jenny fel
herself utterly ignored; and when
from her obscure corner, she listened
TO the cruel chanting of the old story
of his truant "hawt," she felt ther,
was melancholy reality in the word
she had never recognized before.
Mr. Brassey would have proposed L
Lucy without delay, but he was lit
tie dubious on the score of Uncl
Jacob. 1t would be just like that ob
stinate old Dutchman, if he didn't lik
the match, to express his disapprova
by disinheriting clause in his will.
But at last u circumstance occurre,
that couldn't fail to give Mr.. Brasse
considerable lift in Uncle Jacob
opinion. Lawyer Hacker, with whom
Mr.. b. seemed to have good deal O
business lately, came in hot haste il
search of that gentleman, whom h
found on the widows back porch max
ing himself quite one of the family
Uncle Jacob, with his corncob pipe an,
pitcher of black-strap thanking tn
party.
Il have just received" said the law
yer, breaking in on the company wit
the air of one on pressing business
"an offer of two hundred thousand dol
lars for your Florida plantation. Wha
answer shall give?"
"Say I've changed my mind an
don't wish to SELL" carelessly replie
the other, turning TO lesume his tete
a-tete with Lucy, and Hacker left.
Uncle Jacobs ears had not been idle
and when, in the evening, it was dis
closed in family council that Mr.. Bras
sey had that afternoon proposed t
Lucy, the old gentleman, instead @
exploding as had been feared, smoke
his pipe in silence, and when that an
the blackstrap were finished, he too
himself quietly to bed.
Next morning Uncle Jacob was O.
betimes to town. Going straight t
Lawyer Hackers office, he sought an
obtained private interview.
How mooch you sharch TO wride m
vill?" he asked.
"Twenty-tive dollars" replied tn
lawyer blandly.
"Doo mooch, objected Uncle Jacot
"Shoost shdrike off der dwventy un
it's pargain."
Mr.. Hacker eXpostulated little, bu
finally accepted the amendment.
''How do you wish to leave YOU
property, Mr. Ransowerp" he inquired
dipping his pen in the ink and DRAWN
toward him sheet of paper.
"Vell, vas goin' to leafe it to dc
dwo Gals, szhare and szhare alike; pr
now Lucy, she's goin' to marry sooc
a mighty rich feller dot she Won't nee
some more; so rfe gonclooted shoo>
to kif all my leedle bile to Chinny."
Mr. Hacker opened his eyes, br
took down his client instructions will
out comment, promising to have tn
document prepared as early as tn
press of other business would permit
AS soon as Uncle Jacobs back Wa
turned, the lawyer hurried to Mr.. Bra,
sey's lodgings, where the pair wer
quickly clOSeted.