The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1884-02-07
THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE WASHINGTON
st couldntsee any way of raising the money.
never meant to sell the whisky"

81 couldn'tse any way of raising the money
never meant to sell the whisky"
Blood sat down with a blank look: Well,
this is high old failure, Guess we'll declare
irst payment of two hundred cents on the
dollar, and secure the rest by mortgage ON
the stock,-notes at three, six, and nine
months" Then, recalling the precipitancy
with which he had swooped down on the un-
fortunate druggist and his own fears lest some
rival might anticipate him, he burst into an
uncomfortable fit Of laughter. Checking him
self abruptly, he said to his companien,-
go right over and tell your friend. See
here now: you marry her right off, or I'll bust
this arrangement all up. Start!" stamping his
foot and making movement as il to run at
Downer.
The bewildered lover, in rather dazed con-
dition,-who would not have been dazed if
stripped of all worldly goods and restored to
| soiyency by an impetuous stranger before
break fast ?-took his hat and crossed the street.
Blood went back to the tavern, and, after
| making inquiries as to where he could hire
| some farmers wagons to haul his barrels to the
railroad station, Landlord" said he, you
haven't got very large town here but you
| have got the squarest man in the United States,
! and his name is Norman Downer."
HE is square, said the landlord, who was
| fat and wheezy. He is square, but he can't
! stand grief
"He is so square he might as well be
crooked" replied Blood tThat is hand
some girl lives opposite him. What is her
name?"
"They call her Garry Bloom replied the
other, land she is as good as she is handsum
! The real hansum ones is most ginerally good
if you netice it. Some say the blacksmith
darter is the hansumest; but say give me the
Bloom girl, by one hundred dollars"
/ "Thcre is more odds than that in women,
rejoined Blood.
..Some thinks So said the landlord, when
they're young; but tell you good women arc
good, and that's all there is to it,
After making arrangements for some wagons
! and teamsters to be sent for and breakfastine
in leisurely manner, Blood returned to the
| store to be near his treasure He seated him
self in the spint bottomed chair, and, lighting
cigar took pencil and notebook from hi
pocket and devoted a few moments to profound
thought. A weighty problem seemed to OPP
press him. He wrote few words, examined
them critically, erased, and interlined. Sud
denly his face assumed an expression of poetico
commercial joy. "Blood's Velvet!" he CRIED
aloud "They can't refuse to allow my name
to go on the label,-bottles shall be made oil
purpose,-TIl see to it myself crimson label, :
Blood's Velvet in black; underneath, il
small script, Twenty-Five years in the wood :
lit will be the best thing that comes out il
New York this year. and it will make perfcc
Juror among the big bugs if it is worked right
1t will bring four dollars bottle, easy; and
His creative rapture was interrupted by tn,
entrance of Downer, looking rather sheepsh.
well" said Blood, when is it to come OFF,?
"She says replied Norman" she says tina
she's got to have new bonnet
He looked steadily at the New Yorker, as
TO call his attention to this new and unex
pected development of feminine character, bu
Blood answered, with decision,-
You'll find. sir. that you have got to wal
for that. "-Lippincotfs Magazine for February.