The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-03
oARLAND'S RUSE.
How He Escaped Writing a Letter
 for an Annoying Visitor.

Attorney General Garland was sitting in front of his log house at Hominy Hill, doubtless musing over the days when he and the " old timers took it straight |" from jug, when he was suddenly inter. rupted by tho approach oi stranger. The man was dressed in patched suit of brown jeans, and, on his head he wore a yellow wool hat, bell-shaped and with out a band. His shoes were the coarsest of brogans and so badly run down tha, the weaver appeared to be walking on the sides of his feet.
 "How are you, sir ?" said Mir. Garland, arising and cordially extending his hand.
 Ain't none too peart. how is 1t with yourself?' the man replied as he shook hands with the attorney-general.
 Have a seat, sir"
 "'Bleeged to you, don't kere ef do."
 The visitor sat down and leaned back ag&;nst the house, took off his hat, sstetched 1t over his knee and said :
 "Anything new goin' on 7"
 "No, nothing that 1 know. have come to this place to escape news"
 ?" Then you don't know much about what's been goin' on m Washington sense you lef, thar"
 "No, very little"
 "Wall, ken tell you O one thing that has tuck place. You see 1 am Squire Zangford an uster be the postmaster at May Bloom, about fifty miles from here. Old man Cleveland tuck dislike to me-but why kain't tell, as nev CT seed him in my life an told some O his log rollers to turn me outen the office, 6 house whut l built myself l thought that was jest little the blamedest caper ever seed UT heerd about. Built that house myself, understand. Chopped down the trees and hauled the logs vi ith Ben Riley's young steers an had devil l O a time, too. Now. after all that, thLt man Cleveland wanted me to get outen the office. writ to him twiced but he was so hard headed he wouldn't answer the letter. The last time writ pu. in a post stamp, but stead O answerin' the letter he pocketcd the stamp. Is that the way this present 'ministration is goin' to rob the country! Nov, gineral, have come all the way on foot. ease aln't got no hoss, to see you about this thing. l don't like to be treated like a nigger for 1 am a up an up white man every time. What would you advise me to do 7"
 "I hardly know, Mir. ZAngford."
 Bat, blame ii, gineral, you must know. That's what's the matter with you fellers tha, air in office nov. You neve r know. want you to set de~n right now an' write 10 Cleveland"
 "That is unnecessary. I'll see him when 1 go back"
 "No, that ain't the thing, fur when you git back thar 'mong all them town Scol- lops you'll forgit me. lust write the dockymins now an' I'll ship her od."
 :Mr. Zangford. l am very sired and do not feel like writing to day"
 "Wall, then, gineral, to 'commodate you, I'll stay till tomorrow an thea you ken fix her up. ain't in no particular hurry, an am willin' to give you plenty O time. never did believe in rushin' a man."
 Mir. Garland moved unsasily ip his seat. A customer, not easily rebafed, had called upon him.
 @How much does your office pay. Mir. Zangford z"
 "Bout seventy-6ve cents year." @That all 7"
 "Wall, ordinarily, but sometimes whea drummers air plentiful the receipts is raised to mighty nigh dollar, bat don't want the place fur the mooey that's in it,"
 "Why do you want itr
 "The standin', ginerai; the standin'."
 Docs it give you very high standing p
 sDoes ii :" rspssss5 :ss -:s..:o. =::s the emphasis of great surprise. Wall, l reckon it does. Wy, sir, at party the postmaster at May Bloom is expected to kiss all the good lookin' gals. That aint nigh all The feiless all tell him whas they have hid ther bottles, aa' all he's got to do is to go out an help himself Wy, sir, when the postmastes wants to borrow