The record-union., 1894-07-05
HIS LUCKY UNCLE.
struck it kich on Corn at Two Dollars
@ BuShei.

struck 1t 1f1cn on corn at Two OOIIaFS
q Bushel.
'My uncle over in the town of Wayne
L s'pose was the luckiest man that ever
lived" said Packy Griswold TO the Fair
child House Circle. Everything he
touched brought money TO his till, but the
luckiest strike he ever made was when
John Rogers barn burned down with a
hundred bushels of corn in 1t that my
uncle had just paid Rogers 81 bushel
tor, although The biggest and hardest kind
of yaller corn was only worth ~ cents,
the best any one could DO.
John Rogers had owed my uncle a
couple hundred dollars for five years and
mora, but that didn't bother John any, as
he WAS one of those chaps who believe
thoroughly in letting the other fellow
walk. One day my uncle drove over To
Johns to see if he couldn't squeeze lit
tie something out of him.
How're you fixed, John?' said my
uncle.
Expected to have $50 to-day, sure
said John. with a twinkle in his eye, but
when l went over to Bill Mason's to bor
row it Bill wouldn't let me have it.
Beats the horses how much some people
don't seem to have confidence nova
days
but after my uncle and John had
TALKED a while, John said;
Tell you what I'll do, Abner,' said
John. I've got hundred bushels o.
corn in the barn yonder. S'pose you
take the corn, and IIl be willln' TO call
me and you square,
My uncle inquired up that with corn at
40 cents, 8 d bushel was a. tolerabiy high
figure to pay for it, but he thou ghU ne
might better pay s. bushel for corn and
GET 40 cents than to never get anything,
so he said he'd take the corn and call 1t
square. He went to the barn after
a while. There was the corn. But he
came back 10 John feeling ugly.
Here, john said he, that's nothing
but little runty popcorn
YES said John, grlnning, it's pop
corn. didn't think to say popcorn
why, said my uncle. popcorn amt
worth nothin' at all in the marketp
Yes said John. That's about the
figure for popcorn
My uncle was pretty mad. tell you,
and John Rodgers was pretty near
lickled to death. and SO he said to my
uncle:
There's going TO be circus in town
tomorrow. Better stay all night with
us, and Pll take you to the show
My uncle thought he'd get that much
out of john anyhow, SO be stayed. The
circus was expected along by JOINTS
house early III the morning on its way to
see it go by they woke their father and
my uncle with their yells.
'Jumpin' jacksnipes, popp they hol-
lered the back yards got twenty foot
o. snow in it!
John and my uncle piled out, for it
was early i'll Septem Der anu there hadn't
been any sign of snow. But there was
the back yard with white drift clear
across it and banked twenty ieet high.
Then it struck everybody all OF a sudden
that the barn was gone. You bet, it WAS
gonei 1t had burned down some time
during the night and stuffed my uncle
jainful of luck. Every blaine kernel of
that runty little popcorn had popped out
like a snapdragon, and there IL was,
banked up where the barn had been, like
staring big snow drift Pop out u
bushel OF popcorn and it will swell TO tive
bushels; so here my uncle had 500 bushels
of the choicest kind OF popcorn on his
hands. While they were all gaping at
this curious transformation along came
the circus. The proprietor was III his
wagon at the head OF the procession.
''rhuntier : said he, stopping to take
a look AT the big heap OF popcorn. 'Tharil
sell like hot cakes with my show. How
much Go you want for it?'
1.-Two dollars u bushel,' said my uncle.
"'Cheap enough = said the circus man,
and he bought tile whole 500 bushels and
planked down i'll my uncle's hands ten
nice. lat ne-hundred-doilar bills.
Lucky? | should say he was. But,
do you know. Johu Rogers never spoke
to him from that time until his dying
day.',-New York Sun.