Rensselaer Republican, Volume 13, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 August 1881 — The Prevailing Topic. [ARTICLE]

The Prevailing Topic.

Brooklyn Eagle. ... “I fell you,” said a tall tbin man, seating himself on a horse-block before a Fulloh street. clothing store, last Thursday afternoon, ams oonteiunlating the show bills -in the window, while addressing no Cue iu particular, “Ffellyou this Iran awful thing about Garfield. If I’d been fired'through a brick wall I wouldn’t have been so broke up.” . .*‘Yoh?re rigttt, sir,” conceded another tall, thin man, drawing near. “I wouldn’t believe it at first.' Friend of mine; told me about it, and l said ‘Pshflfe!’ Right out that wav, ’nsbaw’ faidl.” * ’ * “Yes, sir, and you hit : it,” replied the first thin man. “I’Ve been out since mofuing looking for news about the matter. My wife told me to get her some icecream, and I’ve got it here in the box, but I haven’t felt Ukef going home till I found out bow it' would turn out about the wound. Seen -any bulletic s latelyf” * - . “Yer, ’bout an houf ago. ’iVmeraUue lily, pulse Jus r auU respiration S” “Good enough! lie's getting better Did you notice about the tyropan+tee?” ee, that was 16. Did you knot* that man Guiteau?” “Well I should smile! He made these ..clothes. I patronized him for thirty years, and only quit him when he got to.borrowing money from the charity patients in tbe hospitals. Did . you know him?”. . \T should think I did! Him and me fished all one winter for shad up in Maine.. He used to take the scales off the flsh to weigh ’em with, ’cause he was too mean to buy steelyards. Aint you ’fraid your ice cream ’V melt there in the sun?”

‘iNo. 1 reckon not. You must have known tioibeau when he was i-reach-iugout-li#*e In Busbwick, and I threw him ovei;a red-hot stove for spending tlie AusiioDary money in cut-steel but tone'to H 96 as pokar chips?” “I wasn’t here then, but I knew him in Florida when he was publishing ali gator’s tails- as original stories iu a San Francisco paper. Which vay was you going?” “Bight out Fulton street,” replied the first tall.(thin man, picking up nis icw-cfwim l box, “I’ll walk along with you,” , ■ 'llly wife gave me this dollar to buy some thread with, but I don't believe I nan match what she wants, dome and bare a little something?” * ’T don’t mind, I’m-leeiiug better about the President’s prospects, and it may h*]p me to brace up a* bit.” “Certainly. , Id a time like this stranger? and we can’t do better than stand iu against a national calamity. Here’s a good place.” .And one woman went without her tliread, and another got a sodden paper box in lieu of her ice? cream, and both mourned dismally 'while their husbands rejoiced oyer the happy tarn of affairs, and lied like thieves about their experiences with Qniteau.