Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-12-24

w nat 10 KNOW ABOUT tndIg SAID thu
old gentleman. grabbing up the pen
Amt you going to do anything abou
IT? demanded the stranger catching
hold of the desk to steady himself
Go way you're drunk pettishly ex
claimed the old gentleman. discoverins
! this and the horrid scratch on the checl
both at the same time
Drunk yourself you ole foolr' re
torted Mr. TayIor's friend, looking abou
for the man who stood back Of the conn
ter when he came IN Not seeing him
however. he gave the old gentleman /
cordial invitation TO 90 soak himself, anC
departed. The moment he got outside
of the door the cashier of the bank ap
peared from under the counter and gazet
absently at the ceiling.
The stranger next went into MORRILL,
toy store Mr.. Morrill, who is thin
tall person. was endeavoring to sell 8
lady horse and wagon artistically con
structed of tin and deliberately colored
Good afternoon. said he. with mer
chants seductive smile.
How are YEP" responded the stranger
Are you the proprietor
II am.
"Glad TO see you. Will you just stel
one side moment? 1 want TO see yor
on special business
Mr.. Morrill, took the newcomer to the
end OF the room. and then looked anx.
iously at him.
You are nicely fixed here. imagine,
said thestranger, peering around doll,
with yaller hair, painted dogs. primers
tops, etcettery Did you ever think.
he suddenly added, that while yot
stood in the midst of all this glitter. like
a god in a barrel of ice cream. the grave
of President Taylor has no stone to marx
the spoty'
You'll excuse me. sir" said Mr. Nor.
rill, nervously glancing toward the wait
ing lady: but you spoke of matter OF
Importance
Amt it matter of importance thai
the grave of the illustrious dead shoulc
be hid away under weeds like bag OF
stolen applesg''
II know. sir. said Mr.. Morrill, sooth.
ingly, but You see I'm very busy just
at present. and while | naturally feel &
deep interest in Mr.. Taylor's affairs, still
there's lady here to purchase horst
and wagon.
"Of course you are man of feeling,
gracefully complied the stranger, ''Jus,
gimme ten cents. and I'll see that Zacl
Taylor has an obelisk over his mound be
fore night"
You'll have TO excuse me:r and Mr.
Morrill, moved back to the lady.
"Ain't you goin to give me ten cents
You old shrimp" demanded the stranger
with an uncomfortable rise to his voice
What do you mean?" gasped the NOR
titled and greatly astonished merchant
Il want ten cents for the illustriou.
dead" yelled Mr.. Taylor's friend.
lyon go out Of this store. or I'll pm
You out" threatened Mr.. Morrill,
You'll put me out. viii you, old fai
stomach? derisively snorted the stran
ger. You'll pick me right up an drol
me in the gutter, suppose. you old lath
and the grave of a president as bald az
your skull Gimme ten cents. say. OIL
I'll cut off your ears and shove you un
der the door.
Mr.. Morrill, was struck dumb with
horror.
by Godfrey" suddenly calculated
the stranger. shifting his forehead in
paroxysm Of grief, Ito think of Zacl
Taylor down there waiting for al
obehsk-a little. tiny obelisk-and hi
only authorized agent snapped up by two
quarts Of bones in borrowed suit o.
clothes! | won't stay in town like this
won't stay minute longer. | shall g
back of some freighthouse and breal
my heart, and be laid away with laure
and spices.
And he straightway departed. Al
hour later he was sitting on a plank il
the lookup. waiting for a freighthous,
and laurel and spices to come along.