Democratic Sentinel, Volume 3, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 November 1879 — A Letter-Carrier Who Couldn’t. [ARTICLE]

A Letter-Carrier Who Couldn’t.

One of the letter-carriers, who has a district in the northern part of the city, was yesterday bustling along Woodward avenue at his best gait, when he met a portly, motherly woman, who halted him and asked: - “Be you acquainted all around town?” “ Yes’m,” was his hunied reply. “ You know where the City Hall Market is, then ?” “ Yes’m.” “ Well, I’m in a peck of trouble. This morning I sert down by my old man after tomatoes, onions, red-pepper and cauliflower, to make chow-chow. He sent up everything but the onions, and I can’t go ahead until I get ’em. Nov, you look sort o’ honest, and if you would only take 15 cents and run down for the onions I’d take it as a great favor indeed.” “•Why, ma’am, I couldn’t think of it!” he replied. “ Couldn’t do just that much to obligo a woman who has always been kind to boys ?” “ I’m a letter-carrier, you see, and—” “I’ll hold the sack while you are gone. Come, now, that’s a good boy. Remember to get the small white onions, and if there’s any chaDgeleft over yon can keep it.” He tried to convince her how utterly impossible it was, but as he hurried on slie called after him: “ I never saw such'a disobliging young man 1 I don’t believe you’d even bring in my ice if I should promise you a fried-cake \—Detroit Free Fresa. “Well, my son,” said a good-natured father to an 8 year-old son, the other night, “what have you done to-day that may be set down as a good deed V” “ Gave a poor boy 5 cents,” replied the hepeful. “Ah, ah! that was a charity, and charity is always right. He was an orphan boy, was he?” “I didn’t stop to ask,” replied the boy. “I gave him the money for licking a boy why upset my dinner-basket!”