Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 13, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 April 1890 — Adventures of a Country Boy. [ARTICLE]

Adventures of a Country Boy.

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To-day I lan upon a young fellow who recently came to this city from a countr/ town, says the Louisville Times. He has lots of brains, but will require some polishing before he is capable of going city gaits in the proper style. He has been taken in several times lately, and his sad recollections have converted him into something of a funny man. He had just rounded up a night with the boys when I saw him, and his disheveled hair, dingy clothes, and, above all, his keen black eyes glaring from a clear-cnt, handsome face, gave him the appearance of a telegrit m that had come over a barbed wire. He told me some of his troubles: “Not long ago,” said be, “I went to the business place of an autioneer to see the sights, and while there I lost my pocketbook, containing S2OO. I told the auctioneer about it, and requested him to announce that I would give SIOO for its return. The auctioneer stated my proposition. Then I heard a drawling \oice from away over in a corner say, ‘l’ll give $125.’ They were still bidding on it when I left. Now, that simply Droves how bad luck hangs to a fellow. “Not long after that experience,” continned the young fellow, “I went in a place to have a friendly pame of poker. A friendly game with a friend, as it were. I had SSO. I also had four aces. They will win in almost any climate. But the other fellow had five kings. He said it was a centennial hand, baing held only every hundred years. You see, it wasn’t my time. When I started to leave him—and my $50 —he kindly invited me to have some qnail on toast. I told him I was fond of bird, but I had just had a little robin’, and couldn’t go any more just then.”