Rensselaer Union, Volume 3, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 March 1871 — Sister Brown Gratifies her Cariosity. [ARTICLE]

Sister Brown Gratifies her Cariosity.

Wk suppose everybody who lives in a city fai sometimes wondered what those curiously painted images are made of, that stand by certain shop doors, with a bunch of cigars in one hand, while they invite the customers to enter with the other. Some of them are as hideous as they are disgusting, and we often wonder why such leering, vulgar images are used to attiact customers. Sister Brown was one of the primest and most correct maiden ladies, but she was very curious, and prone to gratify her inquiring mind to the utmost, and that was why we were all glad when she met with the followiug contretemps: She was going home from an evening j lecture, rather late nt night for a single lady to be upon the street alone, when it occurred to her that it would be a favorable opportunity for her to examine the new Indian image that had been set up on the street, and which had puzzled her a good deal. She had often asked of what was it made, hut had received no satisfactory answer, and hail determined, when an op- ! portunity did present itself, to examine the | curious figure. ! The opportune moment had arrived. ! Sister Brown looked in every direction, j and feeling certain she was not observed, advanced toward what she supposed to be the image, standing in the shadow of a deep recess, but, unfortunately, was a policeman. Sister Brown gave him a punch, pinched him, tljen gjive another punch, all of which the policeman bore in silence. Then she attempted to take his hand to feel for the cigars, when, to herffforror, he returned her pressure with right good will. The astonishment of the maiden lady can be imagined but not described, when a gruni voice cried out — .“Sister Brown, what do you want of me!” The policeman said he had seen a good many folks travel, hut he never saw a woman measure the ground as Sister B. did when she went round the corner. She was cured of her ivestigating spirit, greatly to the relief of the neighborhood where she resided, for the policeman described her examination of Lis portly person in a manner that turned the poor woman to great ridicule. Sister B. says when she looks at shop windows now, if there is anything she hates it’s Injins and the perlice.— Youth's Companion.