The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-04-08


At the PostOfHce.
Hamp Summerfeld and Oscar Benson
were standing at the door of the postof-
flee and John killed two errands with one
sentence almost. Milt Hackett came out
as the bay went In, and he asked him
for the address and got 1t. Looking over
the walls of the postoffice building, he
found that the Johnson bull was to be
sold and lot of farming tools, together
with one COW and a calf He took the
date and place and stepped forward for
the mail. The postmaster was rather
aged but red-eyed and affable man, who
made both ends meet by tending post
Office and keeping store and selling milk
and drawing a pension. The boy got
the mail for all the persons that his list
called fora county paper for three OF
them and letter and two postal cards
for the others. The postal cards were
almost illegible from having been read
by so many of the people who happened
in when the postmaster was out. When
these visitors came In and ran over the
mail without finding anything of their
own they used carelessly to skim over the
postal cards and open papers that came
from outside states. 1t was a harm
less and neighborly attention, and not
all to be considered as an impertinence.
Chase Winslow didn't ever send for his
paper till a week after 1t was due. The
folks at Comfy reckoned on looking 1t
over and getting the news before 1t went
out into the country to him. AZ least,
that was what Winslow used to say.
Doing the Errnnds.
John took the fyleaf of book that con-
tanned his directions and walked over 10
the Hank Bunker store The egg message
was given and a satisfactory account of
prices received and jotted down. Then he
went to Appleton's and got six pounds of
Goldfish, four pounds of Rio coffee and so
cents worth of coffee sugar Then he went
to the harness shop. and after spirited
verbal encounter with Nelse Morgan, he
came away with the mended bride, with
a wait Of twenty minutes as result. A
general search for Billy Esterbrook re-
yealed the fact that he was in town. and
finally. after a long search, John found
him pitching horseshoes at old man Nc
OuilIon's. The Information about the APP
preaching dance at McCoy's was duly
impaired, and Billy said: Wen all be
there, tell Tom, and I'm obliged to him,
pitching ringer" as he spoke, with the
fraceful nonchalance of an adept at the
game John turned away, feeling that
he had been very lucky in getting through
his errands so quickly. and. putting his
bundles together, mounted the buck
skin" and turned for home. He took u
slower in the return journey. and the sun
being higher, It was a warmer trip.
Home Agnin.
II was o'clock when he arrived at the
turn which led over the slope to Nc
Cows He had left the letter at Bates
a postal card at fuckers and a county
paper at both places. When he reached
McCoy's he shook his head as Oscar came
from the wood pile. He had postal
card and a county paper for the home
folk. It was not very bulky bundle,
but It was all there was. He refined in
the "buckskin" at the bars, got down
carefully with his packages OF groceries
and rode for the barn. The pony was
soon unsaddled and fed, and he took up
his burden again and started for the
house. Suddenly he recollected that he
had made fatal mistake. He set the
stun down that he was varying and
stood stricken in the path among the
grasses. Then he said to himself, re-
morsefully: Suffering Towser, I've for
got the bitters."