The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1888-04-28

supporters to the hoes, an how they
worked.
The fire had got down, an l hadn't
more'n got it fixed up an another dozen
candles run when there was another
knock on the side door. This time ii
was a little lean fellow carryin' a mop
stick. He began without any prelimin,
aries, SO to speak:
Here, madam, you see an entirely
new style of mop. 1t has several adj
vantages over the mop of long ago, one
of which is that it screws the rags, OIL
whatever material your mop is tC
be composed of, into the frame
itself. Then, by turning this small
crank, you can wiring out your mop
without putting your hands in the water.
Isn't that triumph of mechanical skill
in the line of mops, madam" An he
flourished his mop-stick in the air as a
singin' master does his baton.
when YOU will bring me a mop,
says /, that will git the water on the
stove, heat it, take it off again, an nor
up the floor nice and clean, I'll buy
one. Until then. l shall stick to my
old mop. You might as well trave1
right on, as l shan't be likely to trade
any to-day"
But, this mop, madami You will
always regret it if you neglect this OPP.
portunity to purchase what l may
style the great ultimatum of mop.
Why, just look at this mop-stick,
MADAME
"I'll look at this broom-stick, an to
some purpose. too" says l, "if you
don't take yourself off. I'll defend my
self from corset-peddlers an walkin'
mop-sticks, or I'll know the reason
why. l declare, here it is most noon,
an my sassages hardly begun"
He looked scat an sayin' he'd better
go, he took himself off. He hadn't got
out o the yard tho, before 1 saw tall
old gentleman with large square case
in his hand, comm in at the gate. He
walked round to the back-door, and
right into the kitchen.
Don't let ME disturb you, ma am, at
all" he began. Il merely wish to call
your attention to this paper, for which
l am getting subscribers. 1t is doubtless
the most entertaining and instructive
paper published in the United States
to-day; and besides that, see these
magnificent chromos! Six of them
when you subscribe, and four steel
plates like this every month afterward
Isn't that 4 magnificent offer? Why,
this picture alone is worth more than
the price OF the paper-which is only
fifty cents year. There, isn't that a
magnificent likeness, madam?'
"Who OFF" inquired in cool tones,
as he held up very high-colored pict-
ure of a man.
"Who" he fairly yelled. as it pos
sible that | behold woman who does
not know the face of our lamented
Garfield? Why, lots of folks have this
same picture richly framed and hung
in their elegant pariors, and it is mis-
taken for an oil portrait. And you do
not know that face?"
Not that one." answered. 1--WE
seen good pictures of Mr.. Garfield, and
l have one set consid' able by myself.
But, good land!' says l, warmin' up to
the subject, didn't this country suffer
enough in all his long sickness an
death, in the mighty strain of agony
an suspense, afterward, in the sick
enin' trial of Guteau. an since them
times, without havin' them horrid car
ricatures scattered broadcast through
the land sence? l amt never seen but
a few oil paintings; but pity anybody
that amt got brains enough to tell that
daub from one. Why, l could paint a
better one with house paints an lard
oil. I've been in the art gallery down
to st. Johnsbury, an I've seen enough
there, an don't banker after news
paper chromos very much. An when
l see tifty-cent newspaper g'vin' away
three or four dollars worth of paintin' S
every week, think there's fraud some
where, either among the publishers or
the agents that canvass for 'em."
But Just as | said the last words the
door slammed. I'd been standing at
my work with my back to him; an
when l looked out of the window he
was goin' down the road as if he was
after the doctor.
But this wasn't all. After dinner.
just as I'd got my dishes washed an
put away, an was gettin' my candle
moulds around again, l heard another
knock.
my fat was gettin' too hot again, so
/ took it off the stove an set it on n
chair to cool. Then wiped my hands
an opened tho door for as spruce a
young Teller as ever was in the town of
Pottsvile. VT. He wore the tightest
pants ever see on man yet, and he
was perfumed up with musk awful
strong He skipped into the kitchen
in genteel way. saying:
"My good woman, don't let me in.
terrupt you single moment in your
customary vocations. have here a
book on Social Etiquette. which shows
one how to behave under all circum
stances, from the most ordinary every,
day life up to the most trying, exacting
and wearying social position you may