Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1884-12-27

lovable he appears. He is grun
bier by nature: and long practic
improved on nature. If there is
scarcity of man the granger antici
pates famine and if "Pluviou
pours his garnered richness down
liberally-I quote from a Marys
vile press dispatcher-your grange
gambler because the soil out-qu
will be SO great that agriculture
pr oducts will bring but low price.
I cannot forget that the grange
howled for years against ''slickens
and that now he is grumbling be
cause there is no mountain marke
for his wares. That granger de
cision did double work, it killed
hydraulic mining and in the same
round knocked out the granger
But back to the pluvial subject
The recent rain-storm has produced
disaster to the retail dealers in hol
iday goods in this city. Never wa:
there a finer display of holiday ar
ticles than this year. The Marke1
and Kearney street shop windows
are ablaze with diamonds, the pic
ture display are dewilderingly beau
tiful, and the dry goods exhibits
are beyond description, The
Christmas cards surpass anything
in that line ever seen in former
years and Prang has this season
out-done himself. But the demands
for holiday goods has not been as
good as in former years, and unless
we have few day Of clear weather
between this time and New Year
day the dealers in holiday articles
will find themselves with large
stocks OF hand at the close of the
holiday season.
THAT LAST BARREL.
This sub head has no connection
with any political ''barl''. There
is joke involved however, and not
an all round joke either, as the
reader will no doubt say after he
or she has read it. The writer has
/ down town friend engaged in the
liquor business; Ned,
md he is a good, jolly fellow, who
likes joke and never fails to tell
/ good one even at his own expense.
Among his country customers was
/ man named John Kenny, who
lied not long ago. Ned visited the
own in which Kenny had lived,
md of course, called at the Kenny
aloon. Assuming regular I'M
lertaker's facial expression, sort
f Jimmy Maginn look, Ned entered
he saloon. He had also practiced
-oice culture until he was capable
f giving a close imitation of the
aintist stage whisper. Behind
he bar was a little scraggy old wo
nan dressed in mourning, and
vearing spectacles. Ned took in
he situation at glance; the spec
acled party was the widow of the
Kenny. Good morning,
nadam,' said Ned in low mournful
ones. Good morning, sur" said
he bereaved. MY name is c.,
aadam." "Then you are the man
hat sold me husband that last bar
Ell of whiskey,' said the widow. |
The same, madam, and | was
ruly sorry to hear of your hus-
and's DEATH Here couple of
igh-wine tears furrowed the liquor
lan's cheeks, and his voice became |
lmost inaudible. ''Of what dis
ase did your husband die?"
ueried the dealer. Well" an
wered the widow. John began to
all as soon as he commenced
hrinkin from that last barul, an
could see him pinin' away before
,e eyes like a tendher flower be-
ore the Winters frost" At this
oint Ned felt that he needed
racing up, SO he ordered the
Kinks and, recklessly gave himself |
way by ordering sherry. Rally
ng from the first blow he said: Il
ont think it was my whiskey |
hat fastened your husbands
eath." ooh! yes it was" replied |
he widow Of the victim; Il know
was that last barrel that did the |