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Show WANTED TO " SAMPLE IT." A blear eyed, red-nosed disciple of alcohol, with a breath like a glue factory, and a general airof sediness, dropped into Clark's Btore, yesterday, and with a curt, business-like way, asked the price of flour per barrel. Mao. took a look at the fellow, and ciphered bim down as a tramp who would probably invest in twenty-five cents worth of crackers and cheese, but anawered very civily that it was ruling at $16. "Well, get out your order book; I want to buy a bill of goods, "responded Rummy. About 500 pounds of breadatufia will be near the mark." Mac. sharpened hia pencil and put it down, wondering, meanwhile, who this bloated millionaire in disguise could be. The fellow ran through a list of arliolei, mentioning bacon, tea, coffee, ham, etc, until the page figured fig-ured up ahout $200. Then he got down to bis work, aud wanted to know if the institution kept on hand a really good articled whisky. Mac, instead of leading the way to the barrel and asking the customer to sample it, merely mentioned over hall a dozen favorite brands, the mere allusiou to which made Rummy's Rum-my's mouth water. He anticipated an invitation to the rear ol the store, but his measure had been taken and all further etlorta in that direction we;e futile. "How about the flavor?" he inquired. in-quired. "I am a little particular about my regular bevorage." Mac. assured him it was up. "Smooth?" was the next question. "Oil ain't a. circumstance." "High prool?" "So it baa proved to be." "Got a five gallon demijohn?" "Store lull of 'em." "Can I see a Bumploof that ere liquor?" "Yes, sir. When you pay for thib bill of goods that you have ordered, 1 will throw in the whisky." The fellow looked at Mac. sadly, scratched his head and said he rather thought he could do better down at Sadler's. He bacfeed out of the door, and the boys, wbo bad been watching watch-ing his little game, smiled audibly. Mac. is a little angry over the spoil ing ol a page of his book, aud there are two tlack lines clear acrosa thai order. Rummy joined another rounder over on the corner, and said, in tre mentlous tones, "She wouldn't work, Jimmy. That clerk over there is as hard-hearted aaa Cardifi giant. Blast the luck! I'm aa dry aa a lime-burner's lime-burner's wig. Let's go sp:r Hank Kuight; I voted for him, and I think that I will fetch him." Eureka Sentinel. |