Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 October 1883 — A Mind-Reader. [ARTICLE]

A Mind-Reader.

“You profess to be a mind-reader, do you not?” said the dude, accosting a gentleman in a crowded parlor. “I do,” quietly replied the party addressed, taking in at a glance the disciple of pointed shoes and tight pants. “Well, you have now an opportunity to test the genuineness of your profession,” came with a cynical sneer from beneath the few straggling hairs on the upper lip of the rare bird. “Let me see you read my mind?” “Oh, you forget,” said the mind-reader mildly, “I mufet have something to work on.” And then he walked to the other end of the room to allow the dude to deliberate upon which would be the better weapon for a duel —gold-headed canes or wooden toothpicks. The worthiest people are the most injured by slander, as we usually find that to be the best fruit which the birds have been peeking at. - Swift. “Come out here, and I’ll lick the whole of ye!” said the bold urchin to the big sticks of candy in the window.