The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1889-05-19
AN uNooMMERc1AL TRAVELLER.


For The Appeal.
A lot Of holes, encircled by the rem
nants OF an old felt hat, partially revealed
the fact that he didn't consider himself
bareheaded. His eyes were sharp and
black, and we're generally employed in
looking into back yards in search OF the
hated wood pile, TO sec II 1t was cut up.
One place he saw where the wood was all
nicely cut and piled, and an appetizing
aroma drifted through the kitchen door
cut into the street. A Teutonian, who
| looked rs II he had been raised on an ex-
tremely nutrtive brand OF beer, was lean.
ing on the front gate smoking, and seemed
TO have stamped on his face the fact that
he didn't want to hire anybody, but was
perfectly willing-nay, intensely anxious
to give poor man supper. The tramp
excuse the expression, uncommerelal
traveler-slouched up TO him, his face
bearing an expression which proclaimed
in stage whisper that he was looking for
work, but would be very sorry TO find 1t.
"Mster, do you wanicr hire or man2'
The Dutchman removed his pipe from his
mouth and looked him over slowly. yah!
wants Won man pad" The pipe was
again inserted between the thick lips and
a cloud OF smoke assembled TO heaven in Il
silence 80 silent that one could hear the
clover growing in field close by.
The U. 4. looked ut his toes crying for
ventilation and getting it, at his pants
which needed to be put IN dry dock for
repairs, at his coat which was daily becom.
ing closer related to the ragbag, and said
with sigh
"Mister, amt nuthin' but or boy, but
guess er lnan'll come crlong in or day or
80. en- you kin git 'im."
The Dutchman again removed his pipe,
and shutting one eye gazed NJ the moon
with the other. Aftcrstudying astronomy
without teacher about thirty-scven and a
half seconds, he descended TO trmer
ground and enumerated:
well. wants Won, poy too py shiminy.
The u. T's face became 10 pale ut this
that one could easily see that he was n
white man, even the CRIME oil n lifetime oil
campfres and unwashedness.
"Nlister, Tm X. OF L., en- they dom
low me ter work for less'n 81 or day.
guess that price wouldn't suit you. Good
day."
"Slhopl sthopl" cried the Tcuton; 81. too
pelong to dot shawshlcty Come TO min,
arms mine brodor; viii gii you two tolan
and hallui."
Tho u. T. looked sad, but frightened
up and said;
'"Well, Mister, I've alters been mite.
late risin'. My father was that way, too
Ito was 80 late risin' one mornin' that h
fell ter sleep ergin Gloro lac woke up.
guess you want or crly riser. Good day.
'Sthopl sthopl" cried tho Dutchnan
"Aiinc dear broder, you shall sleep ~ lon
you want In der mornin'G you shall get ri
at o'clock. Sthop"
The u. r. seemed 10 be out on thir,
until an idea occurred 10 him Advanc
ing cautiously to the gate hc exhibited
, u few mosquito bites aud whispered:
"Alister, KANT impose on yer 900
, nature; cause why7 I've got smallpo-"
Murder und blitzsnl Boliccl R0bbcrs
J Rats Dake i'm o1l" yelled the Teuton a
lac made for the front door. The u.
looked triumphant, but all at once sud
den change ovcrshadowed his countcnanc
rs ho remembered bis mission in III,
Putting his hands to his lips ho yclle
after the Dulchman:
"Mister kin you Civ or po' teller whl
amt had nuthin ter eat fer nine days 4
moulhiu2" and the Duichnan yelle
back:
"Py shiminyl Dake i'm of! Rlts?'
The u. 4. turned away. shaking hi
head mourniully and muttcring, "Pll &c
yer what, this hcrcs or hard country f.
or po' man, or hard country"
H. III. HEATH.