The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-06-02
CIRCLE G. AND CIRCLE J.
BY ,. C. PLUMBER. (Copyright, 1904, by Daily Story Pub

| 2 l (Copyright, 1904, by Daily Story Pub 1 fishing Col
 Beth Hopkins. master of the bay ovapV ovep two boxes % on either side of him. | '.rhe one on the left to Parson George and the one on the right to Deacon
 He dipped the brush into the pot and was about to make some cabalistic fig- ures on the lid when rasping shout came down the coinpanionway.
 de dock, capting,- an she'll scrouge us
 Captain Hopkins placed the pot on prompt use of lenders and profanity, managed to keep the sides of the Alert free from injury; then he returned to c on the box to the left and circle on | the one to the right, entirely oblivious of the fact that when he arranged the boxes he faced aft and that now he Il ought to have been a sign paint er." exclaimed the skipper. gazing ad- mirihgly at his handiwork.
 on the Manunky River, the skipper called Pete. the deck hand. aft. I How are these two boxes marked.
 '"Carcie c an carele J,". replied Pete, who could read.
 Good; now borrow wheelbarrow ed circle, J to Deacon Jobe's. TeiI hin, take the other box OK to to Parson son George's @ ana g. and tell him I sent it. See you don't get 'em mixed"
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 It was about three o'clock in the af- tern4on, and the skipper was looking | drove up to the landing in his gig, and that lean and mortified looking gentle man climbing over the rail of the Alert. IDisappointment was proclaimed in ev- cry wrinkle in his face. and there were
 seth" said he. sourIy. T guess
 T hope not" said the skipper, anx-
 Thar wsrn't no bottle of his med.-
 Gls Ss hSar tS ssf sns sarss %as a the and he held up to view a somewhat Iwarmly-tinted pair. of pajamas. T the deacon had not been so sorely put out over hisshoss medicine he would have probably -"buked the cantain for his remarks when he beheId the sleep ing garment waving before his eyes. skipper. By Gum. deacon, the parson has got your box"
 The wrinkles in the deacon's face now
 T wouldn't have i'm smell that thar bottle fa.tl fer for all the county" he sroaned was snauggiing whisky to his deacon for the Alert and her cargo,' snapped the skipper. Its an awful mess
 The county was local option, and no liquors were allowed brought into ft. The chief advocate of this temperance measure was Rev. Mir. George, ably sec onded by Deacon lobe, and as Captain Hopkins had hopes of the parson con senting to his union with his daughter Annie. he felt that the discovery of his treachery must inevitably blast his hopes for ever and aye. |"
 whats to be doneY" asked the dea- cen. swaliowiho with difficulty.
 Why" said the skipper, there's only one chance, and that's a tight one You've got the box with you: put in the pattafny and nail 'er up. Then we'll drive as fast as we can to the parsons and try exchAnge boxes before he's opened his, The nigger is just about there now"
 To the shippers consternatfon the box was rightly marked.
 Its my mistake" said he. with for cible ad5ectives. T marked 'em
 The gig flew over the road. the two occupants too absorbed to talk and when the parsons house was reached, finding the porch deserted, Cantain Hopkins hid the box under a chair, preparatory to slipping it into the ,nft~e and making a quick exchange if the parson had not inspected his package.