Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1885-10-31
H WRONG MAN.
Working the Confidence Game IN an Old
New York Soldier.

fought under Gen. Grant, and who
came to the city to pay tho last sad
tribute to the memory of his old CON-
mander. Time has whitened the long
hair which streams over his coAt-collar,
and long bending at the pillow has in,-
parted u stoop TO his broad shoulders;
but his face is ruddy with health. and
his step as firm and springy as ever,
while his ar II is as strong and his
glance as bright rs when he first Shout
dered a muskct. Many eyes were
turned upon him-as he sauntered sadly
down Broadway on his way to the city |
ball yesterday afternoon in his travel
stained linen dustcr, Needless of the
clamor of the passing crowds and the
A sorrowful expression c|ouded the
benevolent c~ountcnance of the veteran,
and he was walking along slowly nea
Canal street. saddened by thoughts of
days that were gone, when he was as
tonished by a cordial salutation from q
slim, dudish youth, who suddenly smil-
ed up al him and waved ut him an am-
brosial hand glittering with rings:
why, bless my soul, Mr.. Smith,"
exclaimed this product of latter-day
civilization in the most honeyed tones,
.'who ever would have thought of Sec
ing you? This is indeed an unexpect-
ed pleasure"
Mr.. Chittenden for u moment was
taken aback. He surveyed the new
conner from the crown OF his white tile
to the points of his dainty patent-leath-
er shoes and saw at once that he was
an entire stranger; but he loves a joke,
and a twinkle showed in his clear
gray eye as he replied with a quiet
smile:
"My name is not Smith; it's
Brown"
The dudish young man bowed his
most fashionable bow and at one pass
ed on, with pro.use apologies for his
mistake, and Mr.. Chittenden again
pursued his way. He had stopped
laughing at his little adventure and
had relapscd into his former train of
meditation when he vas u second time
acccstcd by another apparition in a
standing collar and cults, and a voice
even more %unctuous than the first, sa-
lu,ed him as mir. Brown" Whether
MIR. Chittenden's faith in human nature
had been shaken by his first encounter,
or whether his love of IL joke again inn
PEELED him, he does not now remember,
but ne Immediately seized the hand
extended to him and shook it with cor
dial violence. uttering at the same time
the warnlest greetings.
''How do you find yourself, my dear
est tricndp There, stand off SO l can
look ut you," cried tho exuberant
farmer, emphasizing every word by
tightening his grasp of the strangers
hand. PLEASED to SEQ mep The pleas
ure is mine, sir; entirely mine. Only
TO think of it's being you! What, come
to see tho funeral2 How considerable
of you, CHIP"
"On. yes, and-and all that sort OF
thing" replied the other. his smile a
little fainter and his tone a little less
cordial than at first why. what an
ai%feotionate fellow you are. Mr..
), Brownl"
AYE. lad; cordially runs in oul
family" rejoined the farmer, closing
his fingers relentlossly and working
his arm like the handle of q force
pump; "a firm hand shows a warm
heart Aflec,ionatep Well, l reckon
l am. None Of your loose grips FOL
me. Meet q friend Us a friend, I say
and don't be backward in showing
4 your friendship. Why, how we'll yoi
look. l should never have known
you"
d ..Iime does alter one, it's true
n There. there, MI. Brown; l have bcel
suffering with q sore hand. if you woul'
kindly"
Don't mention it, sonny; dom
mention it. Nothing like exercise t
it keep good blood circulating. l Cal
- never control myself at the sight of al
old friend. Well, we'll, only to thin
that it's you. How -how-you'v
growedr'
eyes. indeed, and that reminds m
l. I've an important engagement, ant
| see l have no time to lose, so if you'll
just excuse me-"
= But Mr.. Chittenden is not the maj
to part from old friends so hastily, ant
l. so he only jerked the arm of his new
" acquaintance the harder, renewing hi
expressions Of delight. BY this tim
the thing was getting serious. TIL
T. would-bc confidence man was caperin,
81 witlrPain, and struggled in the vice
like grasp of the stalwart rustic like
:, lobster in the clutches of an octopus
= His face and lips were colorless. AM
le his brow streamed with cold perspira
n ton. His eyes stood out like saucer
II His collar broke loose. his hat fell of
and the light seemed to have faded on
y of his life. The agony depicted on hi
face was not lessened when he sa,
that a crowd was gathering; and til
20 farmer released him only after n fina
wrench which nearly tore the will
x s%harper's arm from its socket.
= "What, going ~alreadyp" exclaime
Mr.. Chit1enden, who had never turne,
IS a hair and rather enjoyed the exercise
"Well. we'll, you needn't be iu such
III hurry" he continued. in a %rcproachfr
II tone, as the confidence man pickle
70 himself up and darted around the col
Vi ner out Of sight Of the approaching lis
ure in the helmet ami brass buttons
THAT'S rather shabby treatment Of a
n, old friend like me-bnt he didn't seel
es SC very CHAD to see me, after all.' an
Mr.. C%hittcnden beamed benignly upo
the grinning %bystanders and calml
pursued his journey. -New Io'
Nv World.
A"ccdntes Of Justice.
~ The justice of the peace is sometim,
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