Rensselaer Republican, Volume 17, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 November 1884 — Deacon and Dude. [ARTICLE]

Deacon and Dude.

But the deacon was uneasy. Near him sat a dude from New York, with loudly checkered suit, a silver-headed cane, and a pronounced odor of patchouly. The deacop eyed the dude, shifted uneasily in his seat, and at length arose and said: “I guess I’ll get to wind’ard.” “I tell ye,” said he, suddenly addressing the,dude, “I know what’ll take that air smell outer your clothes. You must bury ’em—bury ’em a month, an’ then they’ll be all right. Naow when I was a boy, I lived in the country, an’ one day I was goin’ to school, an’ I threw a stone at a little black kitten by the roadside. Jerusalem! but I’ve never stoned a black kitten since. I reckon you run across one o’ them critters this mornin’, by the smell " Good gracious, where’s the feller gone ? Don’t see what there was to get huffy about,” he remarked, turning to the smiling crowd that had gathered round. “Guess he must ha’ gone to bury his clothes.” —Boston Globe.