Troubling A Postmaster

A lantern-jawcd young man stopped at the post-office recently, and yellod out : " Anything for the Wattses?" George Poteet, our polite postmaster, replied : " No, tliere is not." " Anything for Jane Watts ?" "No." " Anything for Bill Watts?" " No, sir." " Anything for Tom Watts ?" "No, nothiog. " " Anything for Ace Watts?" "Nothing." "Anything for "FoolJoe' Watts?" "No, nor Dick Watts, nor Jim Watts, nor Sweet Watts, nor any other Watts, doad, living, unborn, nalive foreign, civilized, or uncivilized, savage or barbarous, male or female, white or black, frauchised or disfranchised, naturalized or otherwise. No, there is positively nolhing for any of the Wattses, either individually, severally, jointly, now and forever, one and inseparable." . The boy looked at the postmaster ín astonishment, and said : " I'I.miu Innlr if' t.horn i nnvthinir for .riease iuuh 11 ui John Thomas Watts.'