Telegram-herald., 1889-05-17

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m4-a street al every 9Lher E2n 49, aeel
Dross.
Ao0at nooa 3 nza arrived from TIE sortA
In = bazsy be SAD be vas = drevcr, saa
loeking for hsgs- he oougat hAlf eoLea
bsforS ~ z5s lianer. and Il ~as astonishing
nov closely De guessed a. tks.r I've weazhL
he w4s VITA u tive Pogaas On toor - then,
snd oniy hslf P3gnd more on he others
Iaese had been al s-trsctlez for crowd of
diers, and the general verdict was tosI TIE
cFoFer was as sharp a. . bSroers razor
Sooa after Gianer . farmer looking 10y
drove hog iato Jown. sni sizked am cut
IN froat of the tavern As he wanted 70
eel and tAe droysE wsnttd 70 buy, they
soon came together.
M ght take RIM on . pinch, bat he's only
auuobIns," sad TIE croyer, as he sized the
porker up.
''Nubbinsi Why, that pig goes over 300
pounds :" exclaimed the owner.
Cant stur me, BOY I've been In the
business tweuty years
NO one wants 10 stun. That 'ero hog
goes 70 go"
He does, ehi Wish your father had come
in. I'd Ike 10 have made a bet with hin.
Boy, you ought 20 have better Judgment
That hog won't pull down l5o"
Guess you lre on, to-" remarked
stranger who had quietly driven up In d
buggy. "rve raised aogs al my life, and
that BOY hain't hve pounds out Of his
guess"
Amt hei Raised hogs, have youi Ever
RAISE any money!"
~ little"
perhaps you'd like 10 bet on that hogr'
perhaps"
"Have you got $50 as says he goes 2ooP'
al hfty-a hundredW
''Then let's chalk. Anybody can blow"
II was a chance 10 make dollar, and the
citizens improved L. The man in the buggy
was an accommodating chap, and somehow
or other the farmer boy managed 10 hsh up
about a hundred dollars from the hind pocl1-
et OF his Overalls Tho citizens stuck ty the
drover, having abundant proofs of his ludg-
ment, and when every man in that town
who had a loose dollar or could borrow Que
had made hls bet the hog was driven 10 the
scales ana weighed
Gentlemen" said the drover just before
weighing, Il was never deceived In my life
This hog won't go to l90 pounds"
''In take even bets that he goes over 200,
replied the man in the buggy.
| This bluff raked out the last nickel in the
crowd, Iand the hog was driven upon the
scales. The record was 2ll pounds. He
was weighed and reweighed, but the figures
| stood
/
'Well, it's my first error In hog" said
| the drover, and all bets were at once handed
over. The farmer boy slipped out, the two
men drove of IN the buggy, and half an
hour had elapsed before a church deacon,
who had laid his ten with the drover and
/ lost, suddenly declared that it was a put-up
| JOB 10 skin the town.
"Durn my buttons if hain't," yelled two
hundred men In a chorus, but il was too
late. The town had been skinned, and the
srio had escaped. All the mob could do was
to turn loose and wreck an old vinegar fac
tory and pass a resolution to the effect
that liberty was sham and delusion.