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Show THE MIUIITY FAI.I.KS l ulled on the 1'reslih'iit, lint Did Nut Call III m "Heu." ChlniKO Herald. He had returned lo hi village homo from a trip to Washington, and that same evening he appeared at tho drug store to entertain an admiring audience with his adventures. "Saw our congressman, I suppose?" queried the blacksmith. "Of course, and took dinner with him." "You did, eh? By (ieorgo but that shows we are no one-horse folks here! See the President?" "I dhl, by special appointment." "Shake hands with him?" "I did." "Ask you to sit down?" "Ycs.Vir." "Seemed glad to see you?" "He did." "Stay long?" "About fifteen minutes," "Ask you to call again?" "Ho did." "Did vou call him Ben?" "Why, no." "You didn't dare call him Ben?" "Certainly not." "Well, that's all I want to know, sir! You own the grist mill, woolen factory, three stores and the tavern, and have been to the legislature and given us to understand that you were a heap of a feller, but you hain't. You went down to Washinton and sat ou the edge of a cheer and talked to the President, and dasu'teall him Ben, and I don't follow you any further! Come on, boys, let's go up to Church's grocery and seo that feller who fit seven rounds of a prizo fight iu Buffalo last week." |