The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-01-20
Mr.. Fulton,s UNIQUE style.

from Nte Net] 4 OK " ora.
The oil town of Petrolia. which has re-
Gently been burned, had in its flush DAYS a
character in Johnny Fulton. He was a
young man from Kittanning, Pa, who
pretended to practice law, hut he was so
very busy having fun that he had no time
to waste in any other pursuit. Fulton
never missed an opportunity to make some
one the victim of a sell of some kind.
He was a wonderfully plausi5le liar,
of his to Ia Ike seat in
lunch-room alongside of a stranger,
and while holding him spellbound with
some amazing story of life IN the oil re-
gions, steal the food off the strangers plate
and eat it. He had acquired great expert
ness with the fork in this busine :, but his
success lay in his skill IN weaving a romance
that riveted the listeners attention to
degree which made the pllfering of
potato or a spoonful Of beans from his plate
| an easy matter.
One day he bamboozled farmer out of
an entire barrel Of cider with the same fac
ulty that he would have harpooned a bis
| cult off his plate.
At this time the mud was hardly less
than two feet deep on the streets Of the
| town. The farmer made his appear nce
with barrel OF cider on his wagon, seeking
purchaser for it. Fulton hailed bin and
began negotiations for the cider. He was
very particular about the quality, which,
| he said, was of much more importance to
him than the price. The price, in fact, was
| no OBJECT. tie said he was about to open
a new store and be intended to treat his
| friends to the cider as card for custom,
| "a sort of free blow to erybody."
| After being assured by the farmer that
| the cider was the best that could be made
| he accepted the terms and volunteered to
pay - extra if the farmer delivered the
/ IL -k=w I,r,.-
| ready for business. The farmer wreStled
with the barrel for nearly an hour before
he got it through the mud TO the sidewalk.
| Fulton required him to carry water from
| the creek aud wash the mud off the barrel
| before rolling it into the vacant room
where he said he intended to open a large
stock of goods.
The farmer finally got faucet into the
! barrel, rolled 1t on a box. and then Fulton
began to call in his friends. Everybody
who passed along the street was urged to
come in and partake.
"You won't mind drawing off the cider
for the boys" he remarked in his glib aud
oily way, land then / will have the pleas
ure of introducing you to few Of my
friends"
As the crowd fled in Fulton would re-
ceive them with flourish and say:
Mr. Jones, this is Farmer Wayback
| Farmer Wayback, shake hands with Mr..
Smith" In this way he introduced Tom,
Dick, and Harry, until the demand for the
farmers services at the faucet became too
great to waste any time on mere. civilities.
1t was all Farmer Wayback" could do to
twist the faucet and keep the empty cups
filled
Fulton drank deeply himself and enliv-
ened the occasion with piquant remarks, TO
the effect that the expense could
be hanged when it cane to open
ing new store and doing
the square thing by the boys. He told the
farmer the cider was great success aud .
could bring in a barrel on the same tern
every day for a week and two on Sunday
if it was as good as the present article. He
was going to pour libation to every man,
woman and child that came along if it took
all the cider in Butler county.
1t never occurred to the farmer to ask
such liberal, whole-souled young man for
settlement, and Fulton continued To
shower his bounty upon the crowd Of
lOafers until the cider began to get low III
the barrel. This was the signal for him to
quietly retire from the festive scene and
seek seclusion elsewhere.
The farmer ladled out the cider as long
as it lasted, and when the last dipperful had
been yielded up the crowd also forsook him
and left him holding the empty barrel on
the box and vainly waiting for Fulton's re-
turn. After waiting until dark, and the
young man came not, he rolled the barrel
into the wagon and, taking a seat astride of
it, drove away with the remark:
''If that darned cuss gifts this barrel he'll
be smarter than am, b. gosh"