Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 28, Number 15, Jasper, Dubois County, 22 January 1886 — Page 6

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IV J2jl!iIVJiX -UVJJVL.TjIi O. DOAKJH, PubliMhwr. JASrKR. - IXDIAXA THE OLOOOUPLI. H sUuds I a mi (my hwmIbw, 'Die hOUSC SO (WHMY sad brews. With IMumKou aid stone ekl-aney And tb gray toef ifriMtfwH! ' Jtfcj tWM foM tbwlr NIMH arts around N. AN . . .... am uajilim.i ..1.1 a Ami tlt wiaus so eimritiDK through t Aim i uHuria itrup ineirifOMI eawsllps spring in the nunnk. Ami th om bloom oh tlte lilll; Ami bhU toe UnuMc ta lb MKim The hrds fro ftHHilHg M will. TV UIWrH hav mm mm kft Ihsmi lhVltltttSftUaakHA4 tlM. OM Wit' Mtl ar flljHt A Hurt to the wttH-lcHown I That wen ber heart Im Klrlhood, THt HM SOOtMMl Hr H MHIHjr ft MM, AimI pral bc how for the brkktsees Mr old fae used to ww, Mm Ihlnki 4n of br WrMslMovr. il ressra m hr rob of white, Mm stood liy br say young lyr Ja the iHorninif rosy llykt, (Mil the mo mliiy roy a evwr, But the rote from her eheak has Sf: And the euiihle tttll Kold, But It fill oh it silvered beM. And the glrlkcei areems, one vankaee. Come buck In ber Winter time, Till her feet.le pulse tremble With the thrill of rlmr-tlmc prim. And looVlinf forth from the window, he thinks how the tree have utowb, Slii'-e, clad In her bridtil whitenea, She croMed the old door-stone. Though (IIwhiwI her eve's hrlvht azure, Ana dimmed her heir's young vole. The love In her trlrlhood pllwlited Hut never Kiown dim nor old, Thar Mt In their plae Id xiihMiIi. Till the dny wa almost done: Ami then, at Its olo. an hhkw Stole over the thieehoUl atone. He folded their hftiids together, He touebed their eyelid with Mm; And their Inst hreHtli Moated upward, Like the eloee of h solemn plm. Ukea bridal pair, they traversed The unseen unfile nml That leads to the beautiful olty, " Whose builder and maker Is uod". -ftwWen. JewreL FIDO'S LITTLE FRIEND. "Why He Did Not Answer Those Who Called to Him. One morning in May Fido sat o the front porch, and he was deep in thought. He ww wondering whether the people who were moving Into the next house were as cross and unfeeling as the people who had just moved out. Ho hoped they were not, for the people who had just moved out had never treated Fido with that respect and kindness which Fido believed he wm o all occasions entitled to. "The new-comers must be nice folks," said Fido to himself, "for their feather-beds look big and comfortable, and their baskets are all ample and generous and see, there goes a bright gilt cage, and there is a plump yellow oanary bird in it! Oh, how glad Mrs. Tabby will be to see it she so dotes on dear little canary birds!" Mrs. Tabby was the old brindled cat, who was the mother of the four cunning little kittens in the hav-mow. Fido had heard her remark very purringlyonly a few days ago that she longed for a canary bird, juet to amuse her little ones and give them correct musical ears. Honest old Fido! There was no guile in his heart, and he never dreamed there was in all the wide world such a sin ax hypocrisy. So when Fido saw the little canary bird in the cage he was glad for Mrs. Tabby's sake. When Fido sat on the front porch and watched the people moving into the next house another pair of eyes peeped out of the old hoUow maple over the way. This was the red-headed woodpecker, who had a warm, cozy nest far down in the hollow maple, and in the nest there were four beautiful eggs, of whioh the red-headed woodpecker was very proud. "Good morning, Mr. Fido," called the red-headed woodpecker from her high perch. "You are out bright and early to-day. And what do you think of our new neighbors?" "Upon my word, I can not tell," replied Fido, wagging his tail cheerily, "for I am not acquainted with them. But I have been watching them closely and by to-day noon I think I shall be on speaking terms with them protided, of course, they are not the cross, unkind people our old neighbors Were." "Oh, I do so hope there are no little boys in the family," sighed the redheaded woodpecker; and then she added, with muoh determination and a defiant toss of her beautiful head: "I ate little boys!" "Why soP inquired Fido. "As for ywlf, I love little boys. I have always found them the pleasanteet of companion. Why do ym dislike them?" "Because they are wicked," said the red-headed woodpecker. "They climb trees and break up the nests we have worked so hard to build, and they steal jwajr pur lovely eggs oh, I hate little "Good little boys don't steal birds' eggs," said Fido, "and I'm sure I fiver would play with a bad boy." But the red-headed woodpecker inWwl that all little boys were wicked, wu, llrm in this faith, she flew away to J" linden over yonder, where, she had heard the thrush say, there lived a (amlly of fat, white grubs. The redJiuaded woodpecker wanted her breakJast, and it would have been hard to f w a more palatable morsel for her w a white, fat grub. A tor Fklo, he sat on the front porch and watched the people movJfKim And as he watched them he thought of what the red-headett woodpecker had said, and he wondered whether it oould be possible tor little y to be so cruel a to rob birds' nests. As he brooded over thU sad possibility w train of thought was Interrupted hy o sound of a voice that foil pleaeantly his ears. 1 t,0& K01, goggle!" saM the 'Turn hers, 'Tttfe jrou ie-tum mrt fBgM, goggle, goggle F

I FUe IftOlrarf wliaunn 11, , ., I i to eoiiu iwd he saw a tiny figure on the other judeof the fauna .7utu. gure in Um yard that be longed to tJktt """7 mm new neighbor were Moving in. A second glance assured f, !. . "v oaiiing su'anger was a June boy not more than three years old, wearing a pretty dreae aiul a broad hat that .concealed kk yellow hair and shaded hie big blue eyes and dimpled face, The sight was a nleasing one and Udo vibrated his Uil-very cautiously, however, for Fido waa not quite certain that the little boy meant his greeting for him, and Fido's sad axperienee with the old neighbor had made him war)- about scraping acquaintance too hastily. ' "Turn, Utile. goggiel" pendstod the prattling stranger, and, as if to neourage Fklo, the little boy stretched bin chubby arms through the fenee, and waved them entreatingly, "Me lore 00," aaltl the little stranger, patting Fido'n honest brown baek; "me love 00, Mttle goggie!" Fido knew that, for there were caresses in every stroke of the dimpled hands. Fido loved the little boy, too yos, all at once ho loved the little boy and he licked the dimpled hand and gave three eliorl, quick bark, and wagged his tail hysterically. So then and there began the friendship of Fido and the little boy. Presently Fido crawled under the fence into the next yard, and then Die little boy pat down on the grase and Fido put hi8 fore paws in the little boy's lap and cocked up his ears and looked up into the little boy's face, as muoh as to say: "We shall be great friends, shall we not, little boy?" "Mo love 00," said the little boy; "me wan' to tiss oo, 'ittle goggie!" And the little boy did kiss Fido ye?, right on Fido's cold nose; and Fido liked to have the 'ilt! 1mv kiaM him. for it.rcminded him of another little boy who used to kinn him, but who was now SO biif thai he was almost juriiMmml to play with Fido nnv more. is 00 sit. line ;oggier" asked the little boy, opening hi blue eyes to their utmost capacity and looking very pite ous. "Oo nose be so told, oo mus' be sit, 'ittle goggie!" Hut no. Kiiln wis tint atntr. evan though his nose was cold. Oh, no; he rompeu ami piayea au mac morning m thu unnl mun iri-uui urltb 1ia lillla boy, and the red-headed woodpecker, clinging to the bark on the hickory tree, laugneu at their merry antics till her shies ached and her beautiful head turned fairly livid. Then, at last, the little boy's mamma came out of the house and told him he had slaved Ion enough and neither the ml-headt woodpecker nor xido saw him again that day. But the next morning the little boy toddled down to the fence corner brirht and early and called: "Goraie! srosreie! fpggie!'f so loudly that. Fido heard im in the woodshed, where he was holding a morninr chat with Mrs. Tabby. Fido hastened to answer the call the way he snrunr out of the woodshed and down the gravel walk and around the corner of the hettee was a marvel. "Mamma stays oo dot fees, 'ittle oggie, said the little boy. "ffmt oo dot f ens? Fido looked crestfallen, for could Fido have spoken he would have confessed that lie indeed was afflicted with fleas not with very many fleas, but just enough to interrupt his slumber ana bis meditations at the moat inopportune moments. And the little boy's guileles impeachment set Fido to feeling creepy-crawly all of a sudden, ami without any further ado Fido turned deftly in his tracks, twisted his icau back toward his tail, and by means of several well-directed bites and plunge gave the malicious bedouins thereabouts located timely warning to Iwhave themselves. The littlo boy thought this performance very funny and he laughed heartily. But Fido looked crestfallen. Oh. what nlav and hanninese thav had that day; how the green grass kissed their foet and how the smell of clover came with the springtime breeses from the meadow yonder. The red-headed wood-pecker heard them at )lay, and she clambered out of the lollow maple and dodeed hither and thither as if she, too, shared their merriment. Yes, and the yellow thistlebird, whose nost was in the blooming lilac bush, came and perched in the pear tree and sang a little song about the dear little eggs in her cunning home. And there was a flower in the fence-corner a sweet, modest flower that no human eves but the little bov's had ever seen and she sang a little song, too, a song about tlte kind old mother earth and the pretty sunbeams, the centle rain and the droninr bees. Why, the little boy had never kttown anything hair so beautiful, and Fido he, too, wae delighted beyond all telling. If the whole truth must be told, Fido had such an exciting and bewildering romp that day that when night came and he lay asleep on the kitchen floor he dreamed he was tumbling in the green grass with the little boy, and he toeeed and barked and whined so in his eleep that the hired man had to get up in the night and put him out of doors. Down in the pasture at the end of the lane lived an old woodchuck. Last year the freohet had driven him from his childhood's home in the cornfield by the brook, and now he resided in a snug hole in the pasture. During their ramble one day Fido and his little boy friend had come to the pasture and found the old woodchuck sitting upright at the entrance to hie hole. "Oh, I'm not going to hurt you, ok Mr. Woodchuck' said Fido. " 1 have too much respect for your gray hairs," "Thank you," said the woodchuck, sarcastically, "but I'm not afraid of any bench-legged floe that ever walked. It was only last week that I whipped Deacon Skinner's yellow mastiff, and I cale'latu I can trounoe you, you ridieu kme little brown cur." The little boy did not hear this badinage. When he saw the woodchuck solemnly perched at the entrance to his hole he was simply delighted. "Oh, see!" cried the little boy, stretching out his fat arms and running toward the woodchuck; "eh see nusfter 'ittle goggie! Turn here, 'title goggle me love oo!" But the old wooJehmk wm a toy

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ai not knowing what guiSo Uie mk , boy's eordfad gmrtfag might mak, thr W woodehnek d&oveelty diaiMared in kk hole, muck to the Helie boy's amaaenient. Nevertheless, the old woodehuok, the ittle boy and Fido became fast frienda In time, and almost every day they visited together in the pasture. The old woodchuek hoary and scarred veteran that he w as-had wonderful stork to toll-stories of marvelous adventures, of narrow escapes, of battles ilh cruel dogs and of thrilling exKrienees that were altogether new to i wondering listeners. Meanwhile the red-headed woodpecker's eggs in the hollow mank had hatched, and the proud mother had great tales to tell of her baby birds-of how beautiful and knowing they were, and of what good noble birds they were going to be when they grew up. The yellow bird, too, had four fuzzy little babies in her nest in the lilac bush, and every now and then she came to slug to the little boy and Fido of her darlings. Then, when the little boy and Fklo were tired with play, they would sit in the rowen near the fence-corner and hear the flower tell a story the dew had brought fresh from the stars the night before. They all loved each other the little boy, Fklo, the old woodohuck, the red-headed woodpecker, the yellow bird and the flower yes, all through the days of spring and all through the summertime they loved each other in their o;vn honest, sweet, simple way. But one morning Fido sat on the front porch and wondered why the little hoy had not come to the fence corner and called to him. The sun was high, the man had been long gone to the harvest fields and the heat of the early autumn day had driven the birds to the thickest foliage of the trees. Fido could not understand why the little boy did not come; he felt, oh! so loneiome, and he yearned for the sound of a little voice calline "ifotrrie. srosT-

gie, goggie". liie reu-heaneu woou-pcoker could not explain it, nor could the yellowbird. Fido trotted leisurely down to the fence-corner and asked the flower if she had seen the little boy that morn ing. But no, the flower had not laid eyes on the little boy, and she could only shake her head doubtfully when Fido asked hor what it all meant. At last in desperation Fido braced himself for a heroic solution of the mystery, and as loudly as ever he could he barked three times in the hope, you know, that the little boy would bear hiseall and oome. But the little boy did not come. Then Fklo trotted sadly down the lane to the pasture to talk with the old woodchuck about this strange thine. The old' woodchuek saw him coming and ambled out to meet him. "But where is our little boy?" asked the old woodchuok. "I do not know," said Fido. "I waited for him and called to him again and again, but he never eavme." Ah, those were sorry days for the little boy's friends, and sorriest for Fido. Poor, honeet Fido, how lonesome he was and how he moped about! How each sudden sound how each footfall startled him! He ho sat all those days upon the front door-stoop, with his eyes fixed on the fence-corner and his rough brown ears cocked up as if he expected each moment to see two chubby arms stretched out toward hiss and to hear a baby voice calling "goggie, goggie troraie". Once only they saw him Fido, the flower, and the others. It was one day when Fido had called louder than usual. They saw a little figure in a night-dreee come to an upper window and lean his arms out. Xiiey saw it was the little boy, and, oh! how pale and ill he looked. But his yellow hair was as glorious as ever, and the dimples came back with the smile that lighted his thin little face when he saw fido; and he leaned on the window casement and waved his baby hands feebly, and cried: "Goggie! goggle!" till Fklo, saw the little boy's mother come and take him from the window. One morning Fido came to the fencecorner hew very lonely that spot seemed now and he talked with the flower and the woodpecker; and the yellow bird cane, too, and they all talked of the little boy. And at that very moment the old woodohuck roared his hoary head by the hole of the pasture, and he looked this way and that and. wondered why the littk? boy never came any more. "Suppose," said Fido to the yellow bird, "suppose you fly to the window way up there and see what the little boy is doing. Sing him one of your preUy songs, and tell him we are lonesome without him that we are waiting for him in the old fenoe-cornor. Then the yellow bird did as Fido asked she Hew to the window where they had once seen the little boy, and, alighting upon the sill, she peered into the room. In another moment she was back on the bush at Fido's side. "He is asleep," said the yellow bird. "Asleep!" cried Fido. "Yes," said the yellow bird, "he is fast asleep, I think he must be dreaming a beaut if nl dream, for I could see a smile on hie face and his little hands were folded on hie bosom, There were ftowees all about him, and but for their sweet voices the chamber was very still." "Come, let tut wake him," said Fide; "let us all 011 to him at once. Then perhaps he will hear us and awaken and answer perhaps he will come." So they all called in chorus, Fido and the other honest friends. They called so loud that the still air of that autumn morning was strangely startled , and the old woodchuek in the pasture way off yonder heard the echoes and wondered. "Little boy! Littk boy!" they called, "why are you sleeping! Why are ym sleeping, little boyf" Call on, dear voices! but the littk boy will never hear. The dimpled hands that onressed you are indeed folded upon his breast; the lips that kissed your honest faces are baby voice that sang your playtime songs with yon is hushed, and all about him Is the fragranoe and beauty of flowers. Call on, oh, honeet friends! but he shall never hear your calling; for, aa if he were aweary of the love and piny and sunshine that were all he knew of earth, our darling is aekep ferevor. JFfeeMc- teW, tn Cftteofe

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WbslstAmw fcMHH' !i5oJ YtMmsM of Ml! 1)V Lout$ lltilippe was moan in the the AmeriosuM attack to the weed, and ! had no pereeottem of aav kind of grandeur. He out down ruthlessly, to make money of them, trees in hie parks whiek had weathered the storms of many hundred years. His meanness was the ruin of his dynasty. From St. Petersburg)! to Madrid and London to Athens thrift now reigns. There k hardly a sovereign who seek that the income allowed him by the nation over which he reigns k not for him or her, but for the dignity of the Crown, and to act as a head-waiter on national industry. The Csar and Caarlna themselves, eoloesal as their private fortune k, are intent on making it much S renter. Stinginess k traditional in te house of llohemtollern; but their civil list allowances have never been Ereat, and they shrink from no duty, oweverhard and irksome. They have public spirit in a high degree, ami command respect Tlte late King of Sweden bequeathed his only daughter the largest fortune that was ever known of in Scandinavia, and it would have been counted a great one all tlte world over. Her father was Bernadotle, the son of a Benrnais lawyer of small provincial practice. In Belgium the royal family k also a plutocratic one. Although Leopold I. was fleeced by fair harpies in his old age, bo left each of his three oh i Wren about a million sterling. Yet M. Elidine Arago remembers when he had to go in debt for some French embroidered muslin which he bought to make presents to the sisters of his (in 1816) master, the Czar. Empress Elizabeth is prodigal, and thinks she can never spend enough on her stables and dogkennels; but the Emperor is anxious to swell his investments and the Crown Prince and Princess pare cheese. In Italy the King saves to pay his father's debut, anil nobody, therefore, complains of his thrift. Ludwig, of Bavaria, is not of hk time. His brother, of Wurtemburg, is not personally extravagant, like our James I., but is profuse through favorites. The one now dominating him k an American, who succeeds an American. At Lisbon, the King Dowager has amassed so much as to be able to spend million of francs on his country house near Cfntra, and in furnishing it and the palace where bo and his amiable wife live in winter. Maria Pis, being passionately fond of drees, Don Luis pinches in the stables and wherever else he can. He, however, only saves out of hk income. Hie Minkters plunder by means of frequent loans, but he k not suspected of receiving a share of the hauls they thus periodically make. London Truth. - A CUNNING BEAST. efckMMNMal rsftVVBjM TtMst enaJokVVe Twe. a TrMc c Some years ago, whik living in Western Mysore, says Mr. Romanes, I occupied a houee surrounded by several acres of fine pasture land. The superior grass in this preserve wm a groat temptation to the village cattle, and whenever the gates were open trespass was common. My servants did their best to drive off intruders, but one day they oame to me rather troubled, stating that a Brahmin bull which they had beaten had fallen down dead. It may be remarked that these bulk are sacred and privileged animal, being allowed to roam at large and eat whatever they may fancy in the open shops of the bsaaar men. On hearing that the trespasser was dead I immediately went to view the body, and there sure enough it was lykg, exactly as if life were extinct. Being rather vexed about the occurrence in case of getting in'.o trouble with the natives, 1 did not f tay to make any minute examination, but at onoe returned to the houee with the view of reporting the affair to the dktrict authorities. I had only juet gene for a short tame when a man, with .toy in hk face, came running to tell me that the bull was on hk feet again and quietly graaing. Suffice it to say that the brute had acquired the trick of feigning death, which practically rendered its expulsion imposaible, when it found itself In a desirable situation which it did not wish to quit. he ruse was practiced frequently, with the object of enjoying my excellent grass, and although for a time amusing, it at length became troublesome, and resolving to get rid of it the sooner, I one day, when he had fallen down, sent to the kitchen for a supply of hot cinders, which we placed on hk rump. At first he did not seem to mind thk much, but as the application waxed hot he gradually raked hk head, took a steady look at the sight of the cinders, and finally getting on his legs, went off at a racing pace and oleared the fenee like a deer. Thk was the last occasion on whioh we were favored with a vkfefrom our frknd.-CfewMM Vtmn. To" Toot QeWer Shver. for testinr gold, make a liouhl eon kting of nitric acid one ounce, water two drachma and muriatic aoht one-half scruple. Mix the inrredmnk well and keep the solution in a bottle with a 1 - A. UtfAl ;iae swpiwr. TYlWI a glass rou WRtOft as been ainned In tb wlvtur twub the metal and watch the suction. If ma effect k produced on the metal, it k either gold or gokl-plated. If the gold k verylow, or less than one karat, the acid will boil grease, and base motel k a onoe ueieciea oy tnemanc left oy wo acid. To test suvar. annlv a rirnn f aoltltlr nf nltl-in bxU1 fliMa nunAAa water one ounce, and bichromate of potasn one-naif ounce, and wipe off the drop immediately with a sponge and Water. If a blood. rail ta&rlr m. aulfe, the metal k silver or the aruck vtirer-piaiea. nfisn JHtrtuu. m Beef nJnyi! Okk tin oahl. WS that k partly cooked with a little smoked pwa, im, ami season wun suit, popper and onion, mix well and tons fata small cakes. Frv them lurht brawn and Serve with a Mod mvr tnuL. nS MP stock thickened with brown flour. Jr. fsrosa. -J.Wilkoo Booth's widow and two akibiraH. maw mwi u -llv b ien in AlaboLml r.---iuh an sal mBrmmmj m

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bue ax fiisaioMMN many! A ad s fashtoiisbW mows, A fiisti (usable CariAiaa la a fNsblonabW town: A ftMMiioaaed m er hsefc Awe a fasbioMMbte ebohr; A ffttNM obsttel with m fAtetonabt idiot VfMsLfuBhia lasraml una smt bs) seiaateTra' fvvvsssiiBwpnyf wn a rawMOHSwie sfM A fesbtoaabte norwos mmdr at fiyUtUMMbl fMSbtoiMihbi waieoMMi At tb fabtoal doers A fiMbkMMbfet pmny -To tb fiMbUHMbl peer; A fasblensble HesvM Am4 a faHkabl' Hell; . tesfckNMbte Wbn er Mils fashlowable belle. A fiMaftiAMfcM kttMftliiur tttl a fsshhvtsbt sjjs, A fbkiNftb4 every this, iutjfe FmMhwMc OiMt THE " PULIERS-IN " Mw)ly4 by R44I PhIiw M Cfertavba Mr mt Xaw York Maw Mattem, aMMkw ana OWtMsr Brae Tb4r 0twwr Tb Wsats Tab rrt ht m rabbins; Mm l)w wary KpsH ws la Bbtf the OaMatMt. From Canal street to Chatham the south ids of Baxter street hi lined with many clothing stores. Kaeh establishmeat has ita "pulkw-ln" standing in front of th door, whose buaitmm it is to allow mark kok fkixcs AMcx-nohody to pass andkk. along the street without getting them kto the store. The sidewalk k narrow, and all but about four fret m blocked with a mas of hanging overoats and full suits of clothing mounted on dummies. The "puller-in" is thus abteto block the sidewalk and turn the stream of pedestrians into the store. It k the ambition of every "puller-in " to let nobodypase him. It the man has eecaped from the store above a special effort m made to grab him. At first the enterprising agent politely ask their victims to look at their stock, but it an attempt k made to get by force k used. The "puUers-ia" are big, muscular ma, and it is seldom that anyone escapee them. No matter how much resistance k made, the man k landed in the store and held there until the salesman gets hi hand on him. This sort of persuasion has recently made troubk for the "pulkra-in", aad several of them have been brought before the courts. They are no respecters of persons, aad now and then seise upon a man who eomplains of them. A short time ago Justice Duffy was hastening along Baxter street eaAnaofe thk uxwauy. when he was captured. He wm hustled ia to a store and showa several suits of clothes which he wan forced to examine. He escaped by buying some supendfsand collar-button. The next day a man named Charles Harris complain! to the Justice of having been knocked about on Baxter street and neked for a warrant for hk assailant's arrest. When the man was brought before him Justice Dtilfy recognised him as Abraham Friedman of No. S Baxter street, who had pulled him into hk store only the day before. The nersHitent clothiers on Baxter street have paid no attention to the order of Justice Duffy, and a burly "puller-in" patrolled the curb in front of every store yesterday. They pulled himI hauled as tmual ami knded the passers-by inside their respective establkhment. During the afternoon Sdward Mullen of No. 1 Mtinroe street strayed off from the Bowery and soon found himself among the "puUerx-in". He told the men that he was not in need of clothing, but agreed to go inmde and look at the stock. After lie had gone through the performance three or four times he had enough. But the "pnllers in" still Insisted on hk taking a look at th; goods. Mullen got angry andtrkd to pass, but a man in front of No. 42 grabbed him by hk arm and pushed him into the stire. Then he shut the door and put hk back against it until the clerk appeared. Mullen was led to the rear of the store. Hk overcoat was take off and half a dosen coat were put on one aftec another. He was buttoned up, and the wrinkles patted down, and a glass thrust before him. Mullen did not need an overcoat, so th persistent clerk compelled him to try on several suik of clothing. The same thing wae repeated at a number of stores. A man named Lawrence seised him and pulled him into No. 64 Baxter street. Thk was a boot and shoe etore. The proprietor toW him to sit down, took off hk old shoes and fitted him with a well polkhed second-hand pair. The shoes did not mi it, so a new pair was produced. Mullen thought that he had been bothered .enough and made up hk mind to have hk turn on the "puller-in". With a jump he snatched the new shoes and started out of the store to test the ones on hk' feet. He ran down the street with Lawrence after him, and was caught by a friendly "pulkrIn", who hetd him for a poHcetneu. Muhen was marched off to the station-hot and locked up on a charge of kreeny. As the reporter kit tb crowd ia treat ot the shoe store, be wae seked by a "putterin" for a hat etore. The man took him by hk arms and pushed him kto the store. A ekrk closed the door, and, standing between it and the reporter, politely took off th hitter's hat and saM "Burke", ash looked at the name inside. "What kind of a hat do you want?" the man asked, still holding the bat. "I don't want anything to-day." "You don't mean that"' "I tM you I don't want any thiag here." "Don't you want a ten dollar cold ee?" inquired the clerk, a he took down M a dosen hate from a sheM. "That's a different thing." "Well, you'd take that, wouldn't your Then how do I know but you want a hat? You don't know what you want." The man laid out an aeeo'tment ot hate ami named the prices, finally making a reduction on all ol them. He tried on one hat after another and called attention to the great barrtia offered. During thk time he hehl the reporter's hat in hk hand and refused to give it up. At hurt tffe reporter mad kaown hk erjiwid, when the man expkined he was forced to keep a "milkv-k" on account of the eempetitlen. He said it eeet him seventy-five eeak a

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made by th ntn oa tb sidewaMr, bet H at their duty to se that ae oa k allowed te' ssiaps horn th stor. Qasoverel oseaeknOi aerstiwa were caught k the doorway and feeeed back again into th atom. Vow mm! then a fight occurt, iu the stores, whea the "pulkr-M'' k suMmoaed to takear of the wan. In tb ess of Michael Whm, who bad aa encounter with tb man ia frost af Xe. lftyf Monday, b received aeratehes aad had hk cost torn, t k a frequent oea buttonsof hk eoattora off whikatiiigsMajr to avoid trying oa clothing. Th who basin sen k carried on bypsrounsioa at first aad then by fore, Th trader rely apen bap run big their victim with the ohsapnsss of the good, aad after putting th elethea on them refuae to give back the old Mttt, aad in thk way frighten a great many pepk into buying what they Hevsr nesdid er wanted. The custom of "puMing-ia" k net an! to saxtwr sliver- nor to Th same business method are praetked with great sue in Division trt, ealy here the pkyera k the game are women, ami they work for milliners. Th whelo set side of the loner block between Catharine street aad Market k give up almost entirely to boatmakrs, and every deer ha its "puller-in" before it, greedily seeking what she may devour. They are a curious-looking set, these female "pelknt-in". They represent almeet every age aad nationality under the sua. The woman who walk alone through Division street must have a strong mind and a stronger arm to resist the prowes of tbes "pulhrs-in". Very few pas through the gauntlet without tearing some of their money ia the shop. Thk bueineeo has heea so long eatablkliwl that it has beee reduced to a science. Many of th women have grown gray in the service, bet there are always on hand a aum1er of Kttte girl k training, teaming the tricks of the trade. a MttieKsnuTon or MttxtNanr. Ia front of one deer, heat way up the street, a child, who eoeld hardly have been mere than twelve years oht, stood oat ha. theeoM all day yesterday aad attested? the passers-by k a meaner which sad ucdtt te her teachers. At a deer er two further, ap another llt'k girl steed eMverkg be-; ekkher etmj'aaton, who was giving her lflMMHMl Se ttWf bMtmMNs Before another door aa old woatea, who. had resisted the mtkentent of half a dosen solicitors below, was loudly wrang- ' hag with a lively Itehaa, who would ofc take "No" for an answer. The eolicHor argued aad the weataa swore. The "puller-in" gained the day, however, aad,, almost before the vktha knew it, she wae nettled into tb shop and left to the mercies ot those insiee. These "body-caten-ers", so the Bowery deaises eal them, are very wary, however, and know the moment they look oa a paitsor-by whether she k "game" or not Although every person' who walks through the street k approached in Home form or other, there k only a certain clam of women who are rudely treated. Experience has made them cautious about tekHr a weMdressed woman, but th ordinary Bewerr .! l f A , .... iwrnem n fcrcateu witn nisee i a MVMtoK sramrr "ro.uw-m The "body-catchers" oeeesioaally make a mistake, however. Oa day last week a modest Mttk woman, pkhriy dress ad m bkek, passed the Milliners' row en her way to the Chatham Square Station. The first "puller-in" she eaate acres approached her a Mttk eautiouely, aad met with no response. The second, emboldened by the other's failure, teeetne a trine mete attentive, white No. S graeped her by the am and nearly forced her iaeide the deer. The woman became frightened, and ran baek dewa the street. Meeting aa ofileer a few Mocks away, she complained to him, and had the " puller-in arretted. The next moraine the straasrer ameared agakt her, and the "body-catcher'' wae fined ten doners for disturb: the neaee. Thk wae a rare exception, However, m, ht meet eases, persons will net take the troubk to go to court. The officer oa beat yesterday oa Divkion street said that thk unwillingness on th part of the people ksalted to eompkk of the women k the reason teat te nuataaee eaa r.ft be abated. j. neve wmshii nvoerat e act vmH the pohee can ae teeek them while standing within the KmBs of their deere9t"9gM snVtM WlepMi UNI OmfK'OwT aW Wl ftidFslti tfotT are very eerefel to not go bey end bounds. But they have a system of "spotting" bka, aad the moment be has turned the eotner word k sk-aalted all aloac the haessrdtkew Indulge ia their trade again with the great t freedom. Besides the arrest mentionid above, only one other ha been made fee several weeks. A young rki hsonened te be strolling down the street, looking kto the shon-wiadows. when aba bsris aba bone of contention between two rival bedy-cakhera" and Vas nearlv tern te pieee ia th struggk. One of the woeaen hi the excitement of the moment ekpaed the other in the face. The young; girl who wan the eause of the quarrel eeeaped and an officer arrested the "pulters-m'' aad put an end to the fight. Generally, however, they work with the greatest harmony, aad a warmer rana m gantlet front one to tee other without caueiae; kalouey. From eight o'clock in the morning MN eight at night they stand at their poete aM the year round, bair-headed and seen My clothed. 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