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

Is no longer legal tender. Judge Hen
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." e@ .
,~ The sick man awOke from Il titful
slumber as he heard step upon the
stairs. For moment he lay staring
up at the ceiling and trying to straight
Ell 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 l was hungry?" .....
Yes, sab, Ma'se Tol, 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 a baby
for? What's the matter?''
''Oh, Ma'se Toll cried Jerry, falling
upon his knees beside the bed, she say
de Cornfede'cy doue busted, an de
money amt no GOOd.'
''The money no good! Sam Ross said
that?' cried the old man in a shrill,
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 raying in de-
lirium, alternately cursing the man
who had refused to take his money
and begging Jerry to bring his dinner
The old egro remained for long
time, kneeling by the bed, moaning
and praying and begging "Ma'se TOP
just to be quiet, and Jerry would soon
have his dinner ready. Then a 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.
Don 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 l have. Jer-
ry; anything you want" said he.
"An'-an', Cap'n Bob, am de money
good?" asked Jerry anxiously. Cease
Mistah Ross, he say de Cornfede'cy
done busted an de money amt no legal
tindah."
"Sam Ross is liar, Jerry, and
scoundrel too. I'll tell him so the first
anything in this store" ... g..
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. l.'
Jerry, tell Judge Henderson that l
am pleased to serve him." said he as
he handed the parcels to the old negro,
land say to him that will call tonight
to ask about his health and to break
with him bottle of the old '42. I'll
wager he hasn't smacled his lips over
anything as good as that these twenty
years.
"Gawd bless yo', 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 fresh, new Confederate bill. tore
it into bits and dropped it inside.
Legal tender! Legal tender" he
muttereu. why. the brute-and the
old man starving to death"
Remarkable Cavern.
Santa Cruz is famous for it's caves,
nne heinz without Doubt the most Ye-