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Show A NICE MANAGER. Jeremiah Brown II WaUd Dollar sad Hie Wife lt.tr.tted It. "Why, Jeremiah Rrown!" exclaimed Mrs. lirown, as her husband returned from ft short railroad journey, "is this you alivo uad in the flesh? " "Why, o' course it's me." replied Mr, Brown, testily; "ain't this tho time when I said I'd be back?" "And you aiu't been in no accident and got killed?" "Do I look as if I was dead ? " "Ami you aiu't lost both legs or both arms?" "No, I aiu't," "Nor even one leg or one arm, or an eye-'' "No I tell ye; I'm all rilit." "And you didn't so much as pet hurt enough so von can sit in tho house and do no work for a mouth or two?" "How many times have I got to tell you there ain't nothin' happened?" "Well, you do beat all! There you went and paid a dollar for an aet ident-iusuraneo ident-iusuraneo ticket just before you left, and you haven't done any thing to pet any money out of it. A whole dollar dol-lar wasted for nothing! Ann you might jut as well have made $10,000 if you'd only got killed. Nice manager you are!" |