Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1900-01-20

sell made man, ana ne WAS paruohaDlE
proud of his job. The material out OF
which he had fashioned himself was
patent medicines
He stood at the door of his office on
CnIEhiil waiting for some one. These
pain rr fellows don't have any idea of
ia lie to his cashier, who stood
,iJor with him. The cashier bit
..i Il cigar which he was going to
:, H., 49,
Why. | told that young Redmond to
be here at q sharp, an here tits two
minutes past, an he amt come yet. But
l believe he's the man for the job when
he does get here"
What is the job. major general" In
the remote past Woodruff had been ma
jOr general of militia in New Hampshire,
and the title still chung to him mt times
"Why, to paint couple of dozen hand
paintin's in oil for our parlorS. Marthy
says she's tired of the ChrOmoS that
we've had ever since we were married,
an ! have To please her. | never forget
that it was her grttin cured of Il broken
back through takin HazlctOns hair in
vigoratOr that started me i'll the patent
medicine business.
IN give him one minute more, an then
Iii go down to the Calcimincr's on Court
square an cit young man there to do
the job. It'll be cheaper an jest as good.
Paints paint after ais said an done"
As he spoke Il SHINY built young fellow
with beard of French cut walked up to
the door.
well. young man. you nearly lost the
job. Where's your paint?"
The young man COl0rcd. Being paint
err, ii may have come easy to him. But
he fell into the others humor and said:
I've got to make an estimate first. 1t
wouldn't be busincSSlikc for me to pitch
in without counting the cost"
Woodruff was pleased. you've got Il
long head if You amt in business"
They had walked as they talked to
Washington street, and Woodruff hailed
a horse car This was a year or two be-
fore Boston discarded horses as a mo-
tive power for its cars and fully ten
years before the slower metropolis did
the same thing.
As they entered the car very stout
woman rose and left her seat. The two
sat down in her place and Woodruff
thanked her with old fashioned courtesy.
Redmond started to speak, but was seiz-
ed with a violent fit of coughing.
Consumption" asked Woodruff with
grim kindness.
"GucSs not" said the artist with tell
tale hopcfulncsS.
sounds so to me- You must let me
send you a dozen bottles of my liver COM
pound. Over 100000 testimonials
Named it Lucille liver compound after
my youngest daughter"
Woodrutf'S crossed legs had upset n
pOrtly passenger. Ought to make these
cars WIDER said he, overlooking the fact
that Il man should not wear his crosses
in his legs.
Hiram Woodruff lived at the South end
in Union park, and ride of a half hour
brought them to his door.
The door was opened by the most beau
tiful girl that Redmond had ever seem
"Whcw" he whistlcd to himself. "and
living out" Then he remembered that il
was Thursday and knew the girl to be
the Lucille of the liver compound.
She was pretty with New England
prcttincSs-that is, her charms were
largely of the face. and yet there was
that i'll the slim grace of her figure that
was as potent in. the eyes of Redmond as
the lines of a more generous build would
have held for him.
Hello, sis. Where's ma? Oh, this is
Mr. Redmond, sis; the man that's got the
job to paint the parlor pictures"
Ma now arrived on the scene She was
Il small, faded, thin woman, pre-eminent-
ly the wife of a self made man who gen
orally fOrgcts to make his wife until it's
too late.
"Now, young man. there's eight walls
to cover in the two rooms an we'll want
three paintin's on a wall, each one SO by
"a. an four colors in each-red, white,
blue and ycller.'
"Oh, pa" said Lucille, "lct him have
green. or he cant do any landscapes"
"Wcll. green. then" 1t was plain TO
be seen that Hiram Woodruff could DENY
his daughter nothing.
"Now. what's your lowest estimate for
the job:'
"If use the same stencil for the lot, I
can do them for $1,000, but if | make
each picture different it will be 500
apiece"
"Oh, | want them different" said Mrs
Woodruff in hesitating way. She talk.
ed as if the belt that ran her tongue
needed tightening.
Woodruff looked doubtful. Eyes, each
one different" put in Lucille, pulling at Il
button of her waist as if she were nick.