An Uneasy Plaster

"I want an nneasy piaster, sahl" The coiored woman, whose head was aone up in a bandanna handkerchief, turban fashion, offered a silver quarter of a dollar to the apothecary as she spoke. "I - er- don't think I understand you, " replied the man behind the counter. "It's an nneasy piaster I want, " repeated the woman. "What's that?" "Uneasy piaster, sah. " "I don't know what you mean. " "The missus said I was ter git au nneasy piaster. Here's the money for it. " The apothecary reflected for a moment and scratched his head. Theu an idea seemed to break upon him. "A porous piaster is the most uneasy kind of piaster I know of, " he said. 'Til give you one of those. If it's not right, yon can bring it back. " The coiored woman did bring it back about 15 minutes later. She also had a note from her mistress explaining that adhesive piaster, for a cut flnger, was the article wanted. This, by the way, is a true story. -