Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1903-09-09

"Oh. come Off. don't go over that
again." said Fincher flushing.
1T was this away" said Pole, with
a broad, wholesome grin. "NIy cousin,
Bart Wilks. was runnin' the restaurant
under the cur shed about two yeer ago.
He was new hand at the business,
an one day he had awful rush. He
got telegram that n train load O. pas
sengers had missed connection at Chat
tanooga an would have to eat with
him. He was powerful ratified, run
MIN round like dog after its tail. He
knowed he'd have to have u lot q fry
restaurant, SO he axcd me eff I'd take
the money an go out in town an buy
'em fer i'm. I consented, an struck
Mr.. Fincher, who was sellin' sech truck
then. He lowed, you know, that i
Jest wanted one, or two ut the outside,
fer my own use, so when seed a fine
coop out in front an axed the price of
'em he kinder drawed on his beerd till
his mouth fell open an studied how
he could make the most out O. me.
After awhile he said. Well, Pole, I'll
make 'em 10 cents apiece eff pick 'em,
an Is Of you pick 'em.' sorter skeerd
the chickens around an seed thar was
two or three tiny ones hidin' under the
big ones, am seed what he was up to,
but was ready fer i'm. AN right
ses I, you pick EN- Thar was two
or three lnfers standin' round an
they I'LL laughed Mt me when Mr.
Nncher got down over the coop an
finally ketched one about the size of
robin an hauled 1t out Keep on
a-picktn',' SEES 1, an he made grab
fer one a little bigger an handed 1t up
to me. Then he stuck his hands down
In his pockets, dom his best to keep
from laughin'. The gang yelled then,
but wasn't done. Keep on a-pickin','
SEES l. An he got down agin. An, SIT,
I got that coop ut about cents apiece
less'n he'd paid fer 'em. He tried to
back, but the gang wouldn't let i'm,
1t was the cheapest lot o. chickens
ever seed. turned the little ones out
to fatten and made Wilks pay me the
market price all round fer the bunch"
IN be bound you made some'n' out
Of II" said Trabue. "Fincher, did you
ever heer how that scamp tuck IN ev-
cry merchant on this street about two
yeer ago2"
Meier heerd anything except his
owiT2em ALL" said Fincher, with a
laugh:
II could put i'm in the penitentiary
fer it." affirmed the lawyer. you
know about that time thar was pow
erful rivalry goin' OH among the store
keepers. They was moyin' heaven an
earth to sell Their big stocks. Well, one
of the spryest in the lot, Joe Gaylord,
noticed that Pole was powerful popu-
lar with mountain folks, an he made
i'm proposition, bindin' I'm down to
secrecy, He proposed to give Pole 10
per cent commission on all the goods
he'd hep sell by bringin' customers
In the store. Pole hesitated beca'se, he
said, they might find 1t out, an joe
finally agreed that all Pole would have
to do was to fetch EN- IN, give the
wink, an him an his clerks would do
the rest. 1t worked mighty slick fer
awhile. but Pole noticed that very Of
ten the folks he'd fetch in wouldn't be
pleased with the goods an prices an
nd go trade some'r's else. Then what
do you think the scamp did? He went
to every store in town an made a Sc
cret contract to Git 10 per cent on all
sales, an he Ind the softest snap you
ever hecrd Of. He'd simply hang on to
q Qanp from the country. whether he