The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1902-07-20

from a dark. narrow alley a masked man
darted in rough dress and gum shoes,
raised a piece of lead pipe in the air and
demanded her companions watch and valu-
ables. Her escort took to his heels and ran.
leaving poor Cassandra at the wintry end
of a dark alley at the mercy of an arch
villain, who thereupon dramatically re-
moved his mask and tight cap, revealing
the Identity Of the other rival.
Now. Cassandra married one Of these fel-
lows; which one did she marry?
4 x x
The morning sun beat down hard and hot
on the roof Of a West Washington-street
feed and sales stable and the shingles, old
as they were. bent and snapped under its
torrid rays. The horses in the stalls
swished their tails, trembled their shoulder
muscles and ratified their halter chains. A
rooster in a huckster's wagon crowed now
and again, a big yellow dog under a muddy
buggy painted with clocklike regularity. He
was so hot and tired that he scarcely
turned an eye when a lean. yellow, anxious
eyed cat scurried through the barn. The
high windows at infrequent intervals at the
sides of the long building made but little
impression in lighting the interior and the
strips of sunlight stealing through the
cracks of the vertically-boarded walls made
visible the atoms of dust that circulated
through the air.
Some men were in the rear pitching horse
shoes. Several brawny, sun-burned youths
were in the Office telling fabulous stories
about how much hay they could put in in a
day and a fat, genial old man sat in the
entry with his chair tilted back. head al
most between his knees, making HERO
glyphics in the dust on the floor with the
butt end Of a buggy whip, at the same time
whispering a doleful dirge, several tones
out Of pitch.
A tall, thin, sweaty man, dressed In a
Prince Albert coat, tightly buttoned up to
his high collar and white necktie. came
along the street, walking tip-toed and with
bent knees. He stopped. looked doubtfully
in the barn and started to go on, when the
fat, genial old man let down his chair, got
up. walked to the door and asked the
sweaty man very deferentially If he could
do anything for him.
II am looking for a horse" replied the
sweaty man, whistling as he pronounced
the IS" in horse.
"A hoss," returned the genial one. What
kind of a hoss?'
"Oh, just for general purposes" whistling
as he pronounced the ST. in just and
the ISIS" in purposes"
Come right this way" said the genial
man, calling a boy as he walked along and
using the whip for a cane. The three re-
paired to a stall in the rear and a horse
was backed out and led into the alley,
stumbling over one of the stakes of the
horseshoe players. The genial man cracked
his whip and said "G'lang!' the boy led
the horse up and down the alley a few
times at a lively gait and finally drew him
up in front of the prospective purchaser for
close inspection.
sixteen hands high, without a blemish
on him, sound as a dollar and pretty as a
peacock" said the genial man, in a voice
hoarse and worn from many long years of
auctioneering, at the same time stroking a
place on the horses flank, where the hair
was growing the wrong way.
What do you want for him."
"Th~ree-quarters and not a penny less.
Make you a good horse; all you have to do
is to watch him a little when the fire bells
ring and the wagons go by"
why is that?" asked the sweaty man.
He used to be in the department. said
the genial man.
He won't do for my business" said the
sweaty man, whistling the SIS in bust
ness.
why not?"
Because L am an undertaken" said the
sweaty man, whistling the s. in because.
x x X
The reason for it is not known, but there
is always something happening up at job
90. TOll-s--s- I-,-z Vt 49,
As mentioned before in this series. the
judges wife is a motherly soul and a
housekeeper of the old school. She has a
panacea for every ailment from shingles to
milk-sict.
The judge had been laid up recently with
a summer cold, and as all other remedies
had been exhausted Mrs. j. resolved on
heroic measures and decided to give him a
vapor bath. AS they had no regular APP
paratus she decided to improvise one and
thus add to her already long list of house
hold triumphs. Last Sunday, while the
family were at church Mrs. j. led the
judge, who is of immense rotundity,
wheeling and putting, into a rear room of
the house, which she had previously heated
TO the temperature of a pups nest. She
Invested him of raiment, placed him in a
large can-seated chair, spread a wet blan-
ket around him and with hammer and
tacks fastened its folds TO the seat of the
chair and the floor below. After placing a
coal oil lamp under him she carefully
closed the door, went down stairs to at
tend TO otker household duties while he
was left there to simmer.
OF course, as the burner of the lamp ex-
panded the flame burned higher and the
judge began to wriggle. The flame raised
still higher and the judge mad vain at
tempts to extricate himself, but Mrs. Jod-
kins had tackled the blanket TO the floor,
exceedingly we'll. The judge cried hoarsely
for help, and finally Mrs. Us voice was
heard at the foot of the back stairs saying
softly: Yes, Jodkins; L will be up in just
a moment, as soon as l go into the kitchen
| and see what's burning"
As n Bird.