Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1901-06-27
Saint Mary 5 Beacon.


farm at Portland, Me-. which 10 one
Of the show places ct the country.
Mr.. Sanborn, when he 10 there,
among his coach stations and
mares, is having the best time Of
his long and busy life. he gets
right on TO the farm, wears old
clothes, talks farmer talk and for
gets that he ever lived in the city.
Here ia the thing that has tickled
him most in ten years
Mr.. Sanborn occasionally orders
from the city little something 10
keep in the cellar for the horse
loving friends who drop around ct
his place to see him. And as he
admirers his friends he has only the
best stuff. A while ago shipment
was started to him over the Grand
Trunk. When the packages reach
ed Portland il was found that some
thirsty individuals had lifted 0
considerable portion Of the best
whisky. Mr.. Sanborn complained
to the railroads. agent ut Lewistown
junction, and the matter was re-
ported. In the course of time 0
claim agent dropped OF the train
at the junction one day. The name
James 8. Sanborn' did not convey
to him the significance it would to
some others. That 10 to say, he
wasn't looking to find j. s. San
born, Of Boston, on q farm down
in Maine.
Now, it happened that Mr.. San
bora had arrived at the station only
q few moments before to look after
some freight that he expected. He
had been assisting some Of his men
who had been ploughing. The
wind had been blowing across the
field, and the clothes Mr.. Sanborn
wore were the oldest he owned.
There was more or less CRIME on
his face. and az he had walked
across lots to the station he hadn't
bothered to wipe it off
He was sitting b3 the office stove
when the claim agent came in The
strrnger from Montreal pulled out
his papers and looked at them.
Where will | find one James s.
Ssndborn ? he asked the station
agent.
There sits Mr.. Sanhorn, right
there. replied the man whom he
questioned.
'Ah y The claim agent fixed his
eyeglasses on his nose and looked
ut the burly man in the rusty, dust
stained clothes. 'Ah So YOU arc
j. s. Sanborn p
i am said Sanborn com posed.
ly.
Il find that You have put in a
claim for loss of certain goods in
transit
Il think / remember something
about it, returned Mr.. San born.
Il see that you have listed here q
certain amount of whisky at Ss a
gallon continued the claim agent.
looking severely at San boy n.
Yes, as I rememh,r it. that's
what ! put IL iD for
What is YOUR business, Mr. San
born ? Again. the agent took a
look at the old clothes and the dirt.
"A farmer.'
Aha! a farmer! I don't
know much about the state of
Maine, but l would like to ask YOU
if most farmers down here buy
whiskey at % q gallon p The
agents tone plainly indicated his
opinion that Sanboru was asking
the railroad to pay an exorb;tant
price. The station agent started
to interrupt. but Sanborn was en-.
joying the situation too much.
I'VE won't need any assistance
from you, Mr.. Blank said San
born. Il think this gentleman
and myself can settle the matter
ali right. Now Mr.. Claim Agent.
here's the bill of that whiskey from
the firm of which l bought It. You
can see for yourself that | am only
asking to be reimbursed. 1t really
is eight-dOllar whiskey.'
The agent looked the bill over
carefully, and then, fixing Sauboru
with severe look. he said
'Mr. Sanborn, it lie evident that
what you say is true. We shall
pay the bill. But really do feel
c0mrelled to say that am Surprised
10 think that farmer in your cir
cufastahces should be throwing