The evening herald. [volume] (Shenandoah, Pa.) 1891-1966, 1892-01-14
A Patriots Ignoble Repuise.

say Where he came from and where
he was going were facts that did not
transpire while he was among us. His
first appearance was in the bank. There
was an old gentleman at the patrons
desk laboriously indorsing a check. The
stranger went up to him and slapped
him on the back without ostentation.
The old gentleman's pen was just in the
act of completing the tour of the letter
q. The jar sent it up to the north west
corner of the paper, and thence drove it
into the desk. The writer turned about
in unmitigated astonishment
What do you want, sir?" he demand
ed, with his spectacles reeling around
on the end of his nose from the effect of
the shock
"a come to see you about Taylor" said
the stranger
Taylor What Taylor?''
Zach, of course; president, you
know" explained the stranger, with an
agreeable smile. Lays down there
now; not stone to mark his grave, by
Jinksl" and the strangers face suddenly
grew serious.
what do know about that?" said the
old gentleman, grabbing up the pen.
"Ain't you going to do anything about
it?' demanded the stranger, catching
hold of the desk to steady himself
go wayl you're drunkl' pettishly ex-
claimed the old gentleman, discovering
this and the horrid scratch on the check
both at the same time
Drunk yourself, you ole fooll" re-
torted Mr.. Taylor's friend, looking about
for the man who stood back Of the coun-
ter when he came in Not seeing him
however, he gave the old gentleman a
cordial invitation to go soak himself, and
departed The moment he got outside
of the door the cashier of the bank ap-
peare1 from under the counter and gazed
absently at the ceiling.
The stranger next went into Morrills
toy store Mr.. Morrill,. who is a thin,
tall person, was endeavoring to sell a
lady horse and wagon artistically con
structed of tin and elaborately colored
Good afternoon, said he, with lner
chants seductive smile.
"How are yer responded the stranger.
Are you the proprietor?"
81 am.
"Glad to see you. Will you just step
one side a moment2 want to see you
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 the stranger, peering around. "Dolls
with yaller hair, painted dogs, primers,
tops, etcettery. Did you ever think, "
he suddenly added, "that while you
stood in the midst of all this glitter, like
a god in barrel of ice cream, the grave
Of President Taylor has no stone to mark
the spotY'
''Youn excuse me, sir" said Mr.. Nor
rill, neryously glancing toward the wait
ing lady; "but you spoke Of matter of
Importance"
"Ain't it matter of Importance that
the grave of the illustrious dead should
be hid away under weeds like rag of
stolen applesf'
81 know, sir" said Mr.. Morrill, sooth-
ingly, ''but you see I'm very busy Just
at present, and while | naturally feel a
deep interest in Mr.. Taylor's affairs, still
there's lady here to purchase horse
and wagon"
'Of course you are man of feeling,
gracefully complied the stranger, "Just
gimme ten cents, and I'll see that Zach
Taylor has an obelisk over his mound be
ore night"
You'll have to excuse me;" 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.
81 want ten cents for the illustriou
dead, yelled Mr.. Taylor's friend.
"You go out of this store. or I'll pu
you out" threatened Mr.. Morrill,.
you'll put me out, will you, old fla
stomach" derisively snorted the stran
ger. you'll pick me right up an dro]
me in the gutter, suppose, you old lath
and the grave Of president as bald a
your skull Gimme ten cents, say, o
I'll cut off your ears and shove you un
der the door.
Mr., Morrill, was struck dumb witt
horror
"By Godfrey suddenly calculate
the stranger, shifting his forehead in
paroxysm of grief, ito think of FAC
Taylor down there waiting for a
obelisk-a little, tiny obelisk-and h
only authorized agent snapped up by tw
quarts of bones in a borrowed suit {
clothesl | won't stay in town like thi
won't stay minute longer shall G
back of some freighthouse and brea
my heart, and be laid away with laur
and spices"
And he straightway departed. A
hour later he was sitting on plank
the lookup, waiting for freighthou