The Indianapolis journal., 1899-12-18

known. The knot was properly tied-in
fact the squire took a couple OF extra pulls
at II so as to make II all the tighter as
requested by the new groom.
The little incident was almost forgotten
by Justice Wapole until one day Johnson
entered his office. eXclaiming:
Squire, dat woman you tied up with me
has been powerful mean to me and while
gave ycu a dollah TO tie that knot l will
give you hundred II you will unite 1t.
She used me for a football" But, alas!
the case was then out of the 'squires
hands.
Harry Decker, the walking delegate OF
the Carpenters Union, tells funny story
on an Irish painter of this city. While
Decker was making his rounds. a short
time ago. he came TO a building late In
the afternoon where some of his men were
employed. They were all doing inside
work, but he noticed the painter working
as though his life depended on IL on the
outside of the building He stepped up to
him and said: We'll John, you're certain
ly putting in a good day. What's your
rush?"
Why" replied the man. you see there's
only a schmall bit Of paint lift and Ohm
wurkin' fast SOS it'll lasht till 1 get this
side done"
The City Council chamber was we'll filled
with members of the Council gas men,
spectators and newspaper men at one of
the recent meetings of the committee on
contracts and franchises Officials Of the
Consumers Gas Trust Company had in
dulged in eloquent addresses on the gas
supply and why meters should be used.
Mr.. Shackelton stood before a big map
picturirg the gas belt OF Indiana with lit
tie red dots showing the live wells and
black marks indicating the dead ones
He went over the list and drew graphic
picture illustrating how the gas pressure
had decreased.
Here is one WELL" said he, that has
been abandoned. 1t was one of the high
pressure wells in It's day but now the now
of salt water from II Is enormous.
The statement offered an explanation 10
Councilman Higgins which no one else In
the room seemed TO grasp Mr.. Higgins
was standing back of the reporters and
he exclaimed:
.yVeIl have at last learned why my gas
goes out at times. 1t is that salt water
that gets In it."
Not long ago a young man from one of
the small country towns not far from the
city, having grown tired OF the humdrum
existence of a clerks life in country
store, concluded that ne would come to In
dianapolis and try his fortune In the larger
opportunities of city life. Through the in
1uence OF his former employer he sue
ceeded In obtaining q SITUATION III one Oh
the large retail stores on Washington
street AS time went by and the folks at
| home received word from him. the
father wrote to Mr.. Blank, the merchant,
and asked him how the boy was getting
along and where he slept nights. With a
commendable brevity the merchant replied:
''He sleeps in the store in the day time. /
don't know where he sleeps nights"
In many of the peregrinations of the ad-
vance man with the sunset hair he. Of
course had met with many peculiar situa-
! tons. and. like most men of his kind. he
revels most in a situation that is worthy Of
his skill The following story is told for
what II is worth by one who knew him in
the past: II was the custom OF this ad-
vance man. whom We will call Becross for
short, to enter the towns in which his COM
pany was to show. and. having faithfully