Democratic Sentinel, Volume 9, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 April 1885 — A Good Story. [ARTICLE]

A Good Story.

In the village of W lived a man who had once been Judge of the county, and was known all over it by the name of Judge L. He kept a store and sawmill, and was always sure te have the best of a bargain on his side, by which means he had gained an ample competency, and some did not hesitate to call him ‘the bigent rascal in the warld.’ He was very conceited withal 1, and use to delight to brag of his business capacity whenever any one was near to listen. One rainy day, as quite a number were seated around the stove in the store, he began, as usual to tell his great bargains, and at last wound up with the expression, ‘Nobody has never cheated me, nor they can’t neither,’ ‘Judge,’ said an old man of the corpany ‘j’ve cheated you mofn you ever did me.’ ‘How so?’ asked the Judge. ‘lf you’ll promise you won’t go to law about it, B’r do nothing, I’ll tell or else I wont; you are too much of a law character for me.’ ‘Let’s hear! let’s hear." cried half a doz°n voices. .I’ll promise,’ said the Judge, ‘and treat it (he bargain.’ ‘Well, do you remember that wagon you robbed me out of?’ 'I never robbed you of any wagon,’ ‘I only got the best of a baagair.’ ‘Well I maae up my mind to have it back, and—' * rbu neyer did,’ intertupted the cute ‘Well. you see, Judge I so d you ore day a very ni e pine log, and bargained with you for a lot more. Well, that log I stole off your pile- down by your mill, the night before, and next day Isold it

to you. The next night I drew it back home, ard sold it to you the next day ; and so I kept on until you bought your own log ot me twenty-seven times.’ ‘That is false!’ exclaimed the infuriated Judge, running to his books and examining log accounts; ‘vou nevei sold us twenty seven logs of the same measurement-’ •1 know it-’ said tbe vender in logs; by darwmg it back forth tbe ends wore oft uutil it was only tea feet long—just fourteen shorter than the first time I brought it—and when it got so short I drew it home again and worked it up into shingles- and then I concluded I had got my wagon back and stowea away in my po ket-beok-’ The exclamation of the Judge was drowned in the shouts of the bystanders, and the log-drawer found the door with out the promised treat. And to see a man mad you have only to ask the Judge if he ever was robbed.—[The P owman.