Democratic Sentinel, Volume 2, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 August 1878 — Mr.Troxell Gets on His Legs. [ARTICLE]

Mr.Troxell Gets on His Legs.

“ Hello, Troxell, how do you do, anyway ? ’ said one gentleman to another on Fourth street yesterday, stopping to shake hands cordially. “Oh, I’m about sc-so,” replied Troxell. “ I suppose you’ve heard the news?” “Yes; and I was mighty sorry to hear of your failure. It actually stunned me, but I hope you’ll soon pull around all right again.” .“I don’t know, Timmons; it was a clean wipe-out with me,” said the bankrupt merchant, dolefully. “ Oh, pshaw ! Troxell. You’re not an old man, and have lots of energy and hard work in you yet, besides any amount of experience to help you along.” “Perhaps so; but it takes money to make money, you know.” “Never bother; you’re bound to come out solid yet, Troxell; I know you will. You’ve got plenty of friends who will help you to a starter, and credit is as good as cash. It wasn’t your fault that you went under. It was John Sherman and the blamed uncertainty of the times that knocked you, along with thousands of others. But never mind—don’t get down in the mouth. I predict that you’ll be on your legs again before six months, and you know I’m a pretty certain sort of a prophet in business matters. ” “Yes, I know,” said Troxell; “you make some mighty close guesses once in a while. But I’ve got a little surprise for yon—l'm on my legs already.” “You don’t tell me ! But I knew it, though—a man of your grit ain’t the one to stay long in the dumps. But tell me—bow’d it come ?” said Timmons, with a manner warmer than the weather. “ Well, you see,” said Troxell, slowly, with a cross-eyed wink: “I was so completely scooped out that I had to sell my carriage, and so now, of course, I’m obliged to hoof it, you know.” Timmons said it wasn’t bad, and the mans who could joke like that over his own misfortune couldn’t be kept under. —Cincinnati Breakfast Table.