The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-03-12
SOME YANKEE STORIES.
The First One Astonished the Stranger
In Maine

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An old man was saving wood in, a
Maine village the other day He had
taken job and was putting in his best
ticks.
A man who was going past stopped
and looked over the palings of the fence.
Kind Of tough work, isn't it uncle?"
asked the passer.
| The old man Strengthened up and
stroked the sweat off his forehead.
WAL middln' TART he said, Sort
o. takes holt O my lumbago once in
while l don't suppose 1 should mind
it so much if it hadn't been for the
fact that ] had money once and didn't
have to do such things as this"
rs that SO? Had money"
| "Yas, that's right You remember
the time they built this branch rail-
road through here?'
Sure
| WAL, I was dom pretty we'll at that
time and I subscribed to the stock.
Kinder thought there might be chance
! to make a little something out of the
deal. But the first thing / l<nowed they
called for an assessment of the stock.
They come round to me and wanted
my assessment.
8 How much be it? says l.
" 'Sixty-four thousand, five hundred
dollars" says they
oval says I, that's rather a stiff
haul on a man, but I'll pay it. But l
give ye notice now that We better not
call on me again. For that will just
about take the last cent | got And for
a fact wi T MT ri ct
and counted out my money that was
jest what 1 had to a cent, But the
road never amounted to anything.
Never got a cent back for all that
money I put in. And here I am Gavin
wood for a Twin y
When the stranger got down to the
store and stood warming his hands at
the barrel stove he remarked upon the
sad case of the old man saving wood
up the road
THAT man never had cent ahead in
all his life" remarked the storekeeper.
He's alus sawed wood for a living"
Well what does he want to tell such
thunderin' story as that for?" asked
the stranger
"Wa-a-l," replied the storekeeper
yankees have to sorter keep in prac-
tice for what may come up. Jest hav
to do it.
when you drive along you'll prob
ably see an old fellow up here working
round in the barnyard He wears
Horace Greedy for Whiskers and a
straw hat winter or summer. You'll
know him when you see him. Stop and
talk with him little while. He's
keepin' in practice too.
The stranger did so.
The fell into talk of the corruption
of modern institutions and of the diff
Guilty of believing those who are en-
gagged in business operations.
1.-TWO weeks ago." said the old man,
81 was ehinging the Methodist pa'son-
age down the road here a ways and |
the elder came out and says he, "The's |
a big bank in Boston failed.
National bank?" says l.
National bank says he, and he
gave me the name.
wal, sir, for a while | never was so
scared in my life. / jest jumped right |
down off the roof of that pa'sonage-
bout thirty feet Was so excited l |
never felt it.
Il ran all the way home. I rushed |
into the bedroom. Wife come a-run-
min after me.
!" For the land sakes, says she be
you crazy?
Putty near it, says I. The So-and-
so naytional bank of Boston has failed
up and it's jest my luck to have a
OF of bills of that bank in the chest
lere.' And / threw the chest open and
I |
t. Wal, it didn't have a single bill on
hat bank-nor any other kind of a bill
aither. Never felt so relieved in my