What He Wanted

A rusty appearing fellow drlfted into a broker's office not long since, and approaching the manager said that he wished to make an investment, and that he wanted to buy somethiug good. "How does silver strike you?" queried the broker. "Too gol darn high," said the farmer. "Well," said the broker, "if you want something cheap buy lead." "I don't thiuk lead's eny good," replied the farmer. "Have ye some good tin?" he conti nued. "No, tin was busted some months ago. Why don't you try Consolidated gas?" continued the broker. "Consolidated gas!" exclaimed the strani?er. "I've hem teil on pails made of papers (I spoze they use oíd ones they kin buy cheap), but I'U be dinged if they air now makin on 'em of gas." "What do you want in here, anyhow?" roared the broker. "I carne in to bny some milkpails," replied thestranger; "a feller down here savs