Connecticut western news., 1891-07-16
CANAAN, CONN, THURSDAY, JULY 16. 1891.

pose of inducing his neighbor to be po- lite every gentleman was genial Rude ness, that unsightly fungus growth on the trunk of careless society, meant crude correction or polished death. Am | l boring you, suh?"
 'Far from it," answered.
 "Ah! I like you, for see in you remnant, though somewhat removed one, of the old days. You would rather tell smooth lie than rough truth. Stick to that idea, suh. Truth, except as it relates to history and the sciences, is brutalizer of mankind The hog that wallows in the mire has truth; tho artist that paints great picture has de- ception."
 The boat landed. 'This is well re- membered spot with me-" said the planter. ''One night in the spring of 1859 I seated myself in a poker game just as the boat left this landing. From the very start luck was in my favor, and it didn't seem that could lose. First one and then another of our party drop ped out, until at last sat facing old Maj. Pelton. I soon had him broke. Look here,' said he, I'm not going to jump this game. I'll put up my body servant, be gad, suh Come here, Bill Bill came up, and a husky fellow he was, too. Well, I won him, and the old ma- jor went to bed swearing. Bill said I, who's your master nowY You is, sah,' said he. Correct you are, Bill. Black my boots.
 "Well, suh," the planter continued, ''I kept Bill right with me, although I do believe he was one of the biggest ras- calls I ever saw. One day, just about the time Grant was marching into Vicks- burg, and while was marching in an opposite direction about as fast as 1 could, Bill came up to me and said:
 Mars John, I've dun got enough'
 Enough of what?' I asked.
 Enough O dis yere wahv
 T gad, so have I; but what are we going to do about it?'
 I doan' know what you gwine do bout it, sah, but knows what I gwine do-Pm gwine ter de Yankees
 "I didn't offer him any advice-I sim ply struck him over the head with . handy carbine and left him lying near the roadside"
 The old fellow was silent for few moments. 1T have but little farther to go," he said, after gazing down the river. "I have been down to see about some land got into sort of squabble with the government, and was told to go down to Keesport to see the United States land commissioner. had had some correspondence with the office, and, from the tone of the letters re- ceived, l did not expect that my treat ment would be any too courteous. When l got there I was shown into a room and told to await the pleasure of the commissioner. Presently voice said, "This is the commissioner, suh.' Hooked up and there stood Bill-my Bill. I didn't know what to say.
 "'Good mawnin',' said he.
 "'Look here, Bill,' said I, 'are you the United States land commissioner?
 "'Dat's whut de president says,' he answered with grin.
 "'Well, if that's the case, Bill, 1 reckon might as we'll go back home. I suppose you remember how we parted
 "'Oh, yas, sah, ricolleck CT little argument we had bout de war, an yere, sah, he added, as he touched a lump on his head, is CT part O dat argument yet. Takes it longer ter go down den any ar gyment l eber seed. Sorry ter see you in trouble, Mars John, but femme tell you, dar ain't no use in worryin'. Yer, MT. Sanderson, fix up dis genrman's papers ter dat Ian. It ain't gwine cost you CT cent, sah.'"
 A look of tenderness shone in the old mans eyes. ''Yes, suh, he added, 'Bill, the rascal, fixed up everything all right and wouldn't charge anything. This is a curious world. We'll, get off here." -Opie P. Read in New York World.