Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1902-09-11

Is no longer legal tender. Judge Hem
derson must have sent the wrong bill.
Tell him if he will send coin or United
States notes we will be glad to serve
him"
The sick man awOke from a titful
slumber as he heard a step upon the
stairs. For moment he lay staring
up at the ceiling and trying to straight
en- out the tangle in his thoughts.
Jerry" he called at length impatient
ly. you lazy niger, why don't you
come on with my dinner? Didn't
tell you was hungry?"
Yes, sab. Ma'se Toll heah is. sah."
answered Jerry, coming half fearfully
into the room. "But-but. Ma Sc Toll
His lips were trembling, and the tears
We're streaming down his face
well, what is it? What do you
stand there whimpering like baby
for? What's the matter?"
ooh. Ma'se Toll" cried Jerry, falling
upon his knees beside the bed, ''he say
de Cornfede'cy done busted, an de
money amt no goodn'
"The money no good. Sam Ross said
cracked voice. Hes a liar, Jerry! I'll
go right down there and tell him so.''
He lifted himself upon his elbow and
! struggled to sit upright in bed, but the
exertion was too much for his feeble
strength, and he fell back weakly upon
his pillow.
Then he lay for an hour raving in de-
i lirium, alternately cursing the man
who had refused to take his money
and begging Jerry to bring his dinner.
The old legro remained for long
time, kneeling by the bed, moaning
and praying and begging "Ma'se Tol"
just to be quiet, and Jerry would soon
have his dinner ready. Then light
broke upon his darkness He arose
and, taking the discarded bill, went
again down the road toward the vii
lage. He would try the other store.
| No doubt Captain Bob would take the
money, and his master need never
know where the things came from.
"Evenin', Cap'n Bob" said Jerry to
the one legged man who came forward
to meet him ',
Good evening, Jerry" answered the
old soldier. How is Judge Hender.
son today?"
mighty poly, sab; mighty poly,
Cap'n Bob. CANT somehow eat muffin,
an he hongry laik, too, all de time.
Dom reck'n yo' got muffin TO- a sick
man-no bac'n er co'nmeal er coffee?"
Jerry handed the storekeeper the bill
and stood watching him closely while
he examined it. When he had looked
at it carefully and turned it over and
examined it on the other side. he turned
to the old negro with an understand
ing look. "Why, of course have, Jer-
ry; anything you want" said he.
"An'-an', Cap'n Bob, am de money
good?" asked Jerry anxiously. "Ca'se
Mistah Ross, he say de Cornfede'cy
done busted an de money amt no legal
tindah."
''Sam Ross is a liar. Jerry, and a
scoundrel too. I'll tell him so the first
time see him. The money is good for
anything in this store
He stumped about noisily on his
wooden leg. swearing softly to himself,
until he had made up dozen packages
and placed them on the counter-meat
and eggs. cornmeal and coffee and
whatever else the meager resources Of
the small store afforded.
'Jerry, tell Judge Henderson that
OF M v,1o RI ho q
he handed the parcels to the old negro,
"and say to him that will call tonight
to ask about his health and to break
with him a bottle of the old 49, I'll
wager be hasn't smacked his lips over
anything as good as that these twenty
years" j.. H.
"Gawd bless ye', Cap'n Bob.'' an.
swered Jerry, with tears of gratitude
in his eyes. "Yo am a sho' 'nun white
man." .-... ~.
"No thanks at all, Jerry-just little
matter of business. And, Jerry, wait
here's your change"
| When the old negro had gone, Cap
tain Robert Stephens, some time soldier
and gentleman, Aobbled back to the
| rear of his small store. kicked open the
stove with his wooden leg and, unfold
ing a fresh, new Confederate bill. tore
It into bits and dropped it inside.
Legal tender! Legal tender!' he
muttered. why. the brute-and the
old man starving to death!''
| Remarkable Cavern.
Santa Cruz is famous for it's caves.