Morning journal and courier., 1886-03-02
LARRY JEROME,s HUMoR.

How the Nephew of John Brown Re.
 strained the Fiery Lieut.. George F.
 Edmunds.
 [From the Washington Letter to the New YorI l Star.7
 Larry Jt rome has been amusing himsel
 again. Coming over from New York t,
 Washington, few days ago, he found him
 self next young man from Virginia, wh,
 turned out to be as inqusitive as he wa
 fresh. Seeing that his companion pined fo
 information with an appetite truly omnivor
 ous, Jerome squared himself for a howline
 time. He lured the inquiring Virginian into the smoking compartment, and, by the uss ! of various arts whereof he is master, launch
 ed him in raging sea of interrogation. Hay. | ing discovered that the youth was from Vir
 ginia and saturated with the peculiar ideas
 of his section, Jerome fired his bomb:-
 "Pm going to Richmond
 "You area Why, Pm from" 1 My uncle," said Jerome, ''was once quite | prominent in connection with Virginia I don't talk about it much, because still feel sore. I'm trying to get over the passions and wounds of the war, you know-terrible l thing, the war, wasn't it?'
 ! "Yes, terrible. But what-?' "I'm doing it, though. I'm getting so I can travel through West Virginia without | wanting to kill the leading citizens. The | bloody chasm is almost bridged. If it were | not for my uncle I shouldn't feel so queer about going to Richmond. Pm rather afraid of my self, though. My uncle, you see" ! ''Who was your uncles' said the Virginian, beside himself with curiosity,
 ''oh, didn't I tell you: Why, John Brown was my uncle"
 "John Brown. You don't mean" l ''I mean the sainted martyr, John Brown, l who was hung at Charleston-hung by set 1 of bloody outlaws. Why when I think of that infamous butchery," shrieked Jerome, ! waving his arms wildly about and making his eyes protrude, q want to wallow in Vir- ginia blood. 1 feel as though the sacrifice of the mayor and city council of Richmond wouldn't take off the edge of my fury. Yes, sir, do" shot into Baltimore tunnel, II am a Vir- ginian. You insult me. You insult my noble State" Then the train shot out into the open, disclosing the youth, flushed, ex- cited, ready to fight the whole veteran corps and trembling all over with passion.
 ..Sit down, sit down. said Larry sadly, pulling the reluctant youth back into his seat. ''That's all over with me. Can't you let stricken nephew grieve over his mar tyred uncle? Pm too old for fighting. I talk-tbat's all."
 The Virginian sat down rather gingerly, looking at Jerome with doubtful eyes, as he went on pensiveiy:-
 with my regiment in '62. loved the battle. If Ive killed rebel I've killed a hundred. Always with my sword sir-always. These fellows wore their hair very long, didn't theya It always amused me to see their heads lying around where I had been and all that absurd hair tousled about. Did you ever notice iti No; I suppose you must have been too young"
 ''It wouldn't have amused me, anyhow" said the Virginian stifiy.
 .'Wouldn't it, indeed! How odd! Now, I always laughed consumedly at our fellows who got killed. You know, commanded regiment of Vermonters. George Edmunds, he's senator now, but he was of my lieutenants then. Gallant fellow, George was! Too much dash-too reckless, you know-wanted to kill rebels all the time. I used to argue with him, but it was no good. He wouldn't take time to sleep. Just wore himself out. I never expected to see him go through. He was shot right through and through once with grape That's what gave him that red nose-really disfgured the poor fellow, declare. But, as I was saying, I used to laugh at our fellows when they got killed. Heartless sort of thing to do; couldn't help myself You have heard-ever know, but you may have heard what big feet Vermonters have We'll, my fellows had such big feet they couldn't fall down. When they were shot they would die standing, and then we'd have to go round after the rebels had run away and push the boys over with poles before we could bury 'em. Funniest thing you ever saw. Hello! Here we are in Washington. Very glad to have met you. See you in Richmond?"
 And Jerome hustled out of the car, leaving the Virginian speeches., and the colored porter doubled up in convulsions on the floor of the pantry.