The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1883-05-03
IN BED WITH A CORPSE.
A Joke on a Well Known clarksville
Hackman.

Hackman.
We take the following from q
correspondence to the Daily Even
ing Democrat, published at Shelby
vile, Ind. The hero of the story is
well known in Clarksville and the
joke will be much appreciated here.
There are many people in Clarks-
vile who can testify as to the truth
of what is said of Toms enterprise
in his business, but he and the cor
respondent, alone, must vouch for
the yarn about the dead man.
Tommy McCabe drives the drum
mers' bus at Clarksville, Tennessee.
Tommy might be Frenchman, but
the indications are that if he was
born in the land of frogs and dane
ing-masters. his parents halted
few days to rest in Dublin or Cork
whilst enroute to this country. Be
1t said to the credit of Tommy he
Is sober-as the word sober goes
and Industrious to a fault. His
education, so far as Latin and Greek
and the dead languages are con-
cerned, has been slightly neglected.
Yet he is sufficiently well versed in
the classics and algebra in general
to drive as good team of mules as
'tromps the streets of Clarksville,
do yez moind that now" When the
regular bus lines put up the passen-
ger fares to fifty cents each way,
Tommy said twenty-fiv cents was
enough, and the boys all rallied to
his support, and Tommy and the
drummers go hand in hand. Should
one Of the latter desire TO call on
country customer, McCabe is always
ready, and knows where every cross
roads store in the country is located. |
Not long since Ehen the boys were
ont seeking spring trade a Mr.. Q. |
called on Tommy and the twain !
started for the rural districts in the
black covered carry-all known to |
every traveller who ever stopped |
over night in Clarksville. The
shades of evening had begun to
gather ere their destination was
reached. Tired and weary, wet and
cold from their long journey, the
pair took a few 'draps to kape from
catchin' cold,' as the driver ex-
pressed it. Supper over Tommy sat
down by the open CRATE TO rest, and
soon began to doze. Aroused after
awhile by the landlord he was di-
rected to room overhead, to the
right SIS he reached the top Of stair
way. A stranger visiting that sec
ton a few days before had died sud
denly during the day, and the
corpse, lying on a mattress with
sheet over il, was in the room to the
eft al the head of the stairway
Tommy started fIc his virtuous
;ouch, sleepy and with brain none
90 clear from his potations.-
up the stairway he turned
-he wrong way and went into the
room on the left. H saw a person
wing in the bed, but Tommy eye
sight was bad and the light was
i'm. Quickly stripping himself
and throwing his clothes on the
back of a chair. McCabe proposed
TO WOO the drowsy God. "Be dad
said Tommy, 81 thought the kiver
vas purity slim, to be sure, an the
noke was takin' too much room, an
nudged him to move over, but
livil bit did he move at all. So l
snugged up close to his honor and
ay as still as a mouse, thinkin'
ny foine gintleman would turn over
soon and then l could slip over a
little in the bed. But, 5eggorra,
presently some wimmin folks kind
} aisy like came thripping into the
'oom wild lighted candle and mad,
themselves continted in chairs
Lround next the wall. Now, says l
o myself, this is rale ginteel O.
SIr. G. to be after sending these
oine ladies to sit up wild Tommy
,ut shure FL just tell them 1 m not
lick at all, at all--and Bridget
night object to their company
hould she call this way. And
vhen turned over to say so didn't
he two poortyest crayturs near the
loor give a Comanche kind o war
vhoop and widout stopping to say
,ood-by, or God bless you, Tommy,
rot down the steps four at q jump.
And when / sat up to say Good
.venin' ladies, didn't the rist 0
hem rise at once and leave in the
'amc oogly manner. Tuning to
ny partner to ak him what kind ov
people lived in this hootel, divil a
word did he say--and looking over
-murther, says 1 TO myself. the
nan is dead-and byes, tell yez l
vas in that parlor below the stair,
Hid all the foine dressed ladies be-
fore they had time to close the door,
and 1 had forgot to make my toilet.
Divil stitch had on but the shurt
that Bridget made for me last christ
mas. Skeered, was mot a wink
did 1 shape for a week. Och,
nurther, but the haythen was
could." 1t is almost impossible to
get Tommy to sleep away from home
now, and whenever G. comes to
Clarksville Tommy is little shy OF
him, as he says it was a "set up job"
anyhow.-Clarksville Chronicle.
"Bsware Of False Prophets"
Now that tho bir Wiu0inS snara