He thought she knew him, and he sat down on a stool
and put out his hand and said, “How have you
been?” She didn’t seem to shake very much,
but asked him if there was anything she could show
him. He thought may be it was against the rules
for the clerks to speak to anybody, unless they were
buying something, so he said, “Yes, of course.
Show me corsets, stockings, anything, gaul dumbed
if I care what.” She was just beginning
to look upon him as though she thought he had escaped,
when a little blonde on the other side of the store,
as sweet as honey, shouted, “Cash, Cash, I need
thee every hour. Come a running.” To
say that Cash was astonished, is drawing it mild.
He knew that they all wanted him, but he couldn’t
make out how they seemed to know his name. He
looked at the little blonde a minute, trying to think
where he had met her, when he decided to go over and
ask her. On the way over he thought she resembled
a girl that used to live in Portage. He went
up to her, and with a smile that was childlike and
bland, he said, “Why, how are you, Samantha?”
The little blonde looked daggers at him. “Didn’t
you use to wait on tables there at the Fox House,
at Portage?” The girl picked up a roll of paper
cambric, and was about to brain him, when the floor
walker came along, and asked what was the matter.
Cash explained that since he came into the store, three
or four girls had yelled to him, and he couldn’t
place them. “There,” says he, as
another girl yelled “Cash,” “there’s
another of ’em wants me,” and he was going
to where she was, when the floor walker asked him if
his name was Cash. “You bet your liver
it is,” said Cash. It was then explained
to him that the girls were calling cash boys.
He thought it over a minute and said, “Sold,
by the great baldheaded Elijah. Won’t you
go down and take something? Invite all of them.
The girls can take soda. I’ll be gaul blasted
if I ever had such a rig played on me.”
And he went out into the glare of the sunlight, with
his hat pulled down over his eyes, and just then the
circus procession came along, and he followed off the
elephants. There are lots of worse men than Cash.
TO WHAT VILE USES MAY WE COME.
A dispatch from Chicago, says that three men were
shot on “a boat used for the vilest purposes.”
We never knew that the newspapers were printed on
boats there in Chicago.
THE ADVENT PREACHER AND THE BALLOON.
There occasionally occurs an accident in this world
that will make a person laugh though the laughing
may border on the sacrilegious. For instance,
there is not a Christian but will smile at the ignorance
of the Advent preacher up in Jackson county who, when
he saw the balloon of King, the balloonist, going
through the air, thought it was the second coming of
Christ, and got down on his knees and shouted to King,
who was throwing out a sand bag, while his companion
was opening a bottle of export beer, “O, Jesus,
do not pass me by.”