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r rom the Fayetteville, Tenn., Express. A long-legged country rustic, sufferng with thirst, sauntered into Wilson fc Allen's ice depot the other day, and see-. ng a pitcher containing sulphur water tanding on the counter helped himself ;o a glass of that odoriferous fluid without going through the unnecessary formula 'f asking anybody's consent. TJpon ieflection, however, he didn't appear to Tdo satisfied with the drink, for an indescribible expression of alarm swept over his features ; his nose curled upward and 8nuffed the air ferociously ; while his mouth assumed such a protuberant puck. er that it threatened to run away with the rest of his face. Charlie Wilson, who lovea a joke better than a feast, happened to be standing near, and he castaninquiring look at the agitated rustic, who responded to it by unscrowing his mouth and blurting out : " Take me up for a skunk, if that water ain't spiled !" " Good Heavens !" cxclaimod Mr. Wilson with well s imulated horror, "you didn't drink any of the water in that pitcher, did you ?" " I'm busted if I didn't, though !" gasped the horrified rustic, turning as white as a baby's night-gown. " What's in it ?" "Well," replied Mr. Wilson, with great gravity, " there's a difference of opinión on that subject ; but between you and I, to go no further you know, it's all that was léft of a rat that died here about two weeks ago." "Is that all?" quickly retorted the gentleman from the rural distriets, now thoroughly relieved, " well I'U be cussed if I wasn't afeard you'd been blowing your breath on it !"
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