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About Weekly Gwinnett herald. (Lawrenceville, Ga.) 1871-1885 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 23, 1881)
M Th* 1 vA’7' T H mrilf ’ 4 1 1 ~AT BT Kpl*ibowlm. |. B s(itn >~oN ,lA ‘ , ' KS * ! »" a;i 50 in advance. |ptl- ~u ’ s " *75 in advance, ■pf f’ ro .50 in advance. ter*!' for Everybody B p, )! ’IH Y. ■ sl Mak j M 5 President. Ihtbstl w *• President, ■ . f or spoil or so : ■“ketl.e people all content, KunO by wo, yon know. BL no whiskey sessions there B \f(ig!iiiu : ton each night ; B!iltcf we in the nation * chair Iffiiriilthen go right Bund *H carpet badgers to K F«g*« islands-— !<nre ; Be ,11 the fat test offices B, Goal dw«»ing poor! ■ ive to women all their rights ■To vote in t” w n. or state ; . ■ { m ]f C e» h liusbmd quiet, |wh?wif« stop* out quite late. ■ set the dram shops *dl auo it, Hind drive them up Ha t Ltiver ; faed the keepers—every one ■On water an 1 sheep's liver. ■ive me your votes —111 make it ■ Ancfthank von —this is true ; ■ouhave mv platform, ponder— ■ »'>■ ■And now I b d a lieu. I misckm-vny. I )Vait Forever. HOn-eipon a time there lived Hetide the Rhine * beautiful yoiig ■; T She bad a lover who loved ftj, und whom she loved in re H r n. Hut, after he had wooed Bir-not one year, but threo—he Bsted her to marry him ; and she, jßirr anxious to show her power, Hiertly answered ■ Wait.' ■'! have waited three years. Ire Hiid. ‘but at your bidding, I will ■'icmore—just one more.’ H fhen lie went away and became ■isoldier,"and praise of his brave- Hv filled the land ; but the lady Hsu piqued bv the thought that H. tu ifcavo her H™«J«r, and when he return H s ® e determined to punish him. H «ifh a 1 the ti no she lovod him Hrci. ■ He knelt at her feet, took her ■ > d in his, nnd sa d : ■ ‘h* It, I have come back to ■h-'inysu for my own.’ ■ but all she answered was : ■ 'lVait longer ; a patient waiter Hi not a loier.’ ■ 1 will wait two years longer,’ He Mid, calmly. ‘lf Ido not lose, is well' ■ Then he left again. She had Hoped that he would plead with »nd that she would not be Bowed ta change her mind : but ■'ow he was gone—gone for two i oo ?years. How she lived thro' she could not tell ; but they ■passed, and again her lover was Before her. I bare waited patiently, ’ waa »11 lit saij. Theialy yearned to cant b»r *®lf in his arm>t, but priile was •ti-ougr within her. lcuge.i,‘ ahe said. * u > he answered. “This is the a *t time. If i W ait now, I will *«tt forever. ’ At thia she drew back haughti wait forever, kind sir,’ coldly. He left l)« r w thout a ward.— i 1 Dow her heart wank within r ‘^ Je we pt bitter tears, and pentad in diut and ashes. When h*d tfonw by, she could * W °* Uo u i» ei > ft nd *«nt page to her lover, ln t him hear this message : ]] Com *b*ck to me’ «t the message the boy bjougt * Wag lust this : Wait' she was left to her «or C' 1 two y«»rs glided by ; hj» llPe m ° ro ** ie hade her pago low' 6 * l^e m °unt*ins to her r •‘•astle. I ‘Tell him i Kuj 11 1 a| u waiting, she liaclt u^ 6 r ° awil * v ’ an ‘l rCR Ae i o( i , 9 H b>od before his lady C®* 1 U. 0n,,, .„d BHa ge that ha I been given Weekly Gwinnett Herald. t TV I,KIt M. I’KKI’UvS.j huirox and I’kockiktor. ( him: “The patient waiter is not i s loser.' ‘He is pnnisliing mo,’ thought | the lady, fcftd fur two years long er s’.ie remaine 1 in her castle.— Her heart was breaking—her health failed—she knew that death was near. Again she sent her cruel lover a message. ‘Tell she said, ‘that I am near my end, and that if I wait longer before I see him, I shall wait forever.’ The page returned and stood beside his lady’s chair. His eyes were full of tears ; his head was bent upon his breast ; he sighed and hell his face in his plumed cap. The lady lifted her wan face. ‘Speak !' she said. ‘The mes sage !’ ‘Alas ! sighed the page, ‘I would that it were a more tender one.' •Whatever it may be, spfeftk !' I gasped the lady. ‘The only message that I have,' replied the page, ‘is—‘Wait forev ever.’ ‘I am well pai 1 in my own coin' said the lady ‘At last I have rs ceived all my own an-swera b ,ck. In a little while she died, and they buried her in the old church yard, with a stone at her head and a stone at her feet. When the spring came, there was grass upon the grave, and there was also a new plant strange to those who looked upon it; a plant with dark, glossy leaves, that crept slowly but surely along, clutching fast to every rough sur face it met. ’Siaukee Impudence, There were f.i* «■" mg east in the car with me, winch was calculated to hold fifty. Else where, under similar circumstan ces, a down east yankee. lean and tall, was traveling, and seated be hind a widow. After several es forts he ‘caught her eye’ and ad dressed her: ‘ln affliction ?’ ‘Yes, sir,' she replied. ‘Parents—fa' her or mother V ‘No, sir. ‘Child, p’raps—a boy or girl ?’ ‘No, sir, not a child,’ sh# answer ed. ‘I have no children.’ ‘Husband, then, ’expect.’ ‘Yes,’ was the short reply. ‘Hum !—cholera ? A tradin’man mebbe t ‘My husband was a seafaring man, the captain of a vessel ; he didn’t die of cholera, he wait drowned.’ ‘Oh, drowned, eh V cried the other, and after a moment’s con ; rideratiou, he continued: ‘Savedj ilis cliist ?’ ‘Yes, the vessel was saved ami iny husband s effects.’ •Was they V said the interroga tor, his eyes brightening ; ‘pious man V ‘He was a member es the Meth odist Church.’ ‘Don’t yoa think you have great causo to be thankful that lie was a pious man, and saved his chist T ‘I do,’ said the widow abruptly, and looked ont of the window For the last time the yankee returned to the attack ; and, 'e.m ing over the back of the seat he lie said : ‘Was you culc’latin to get mai ded again V ‘Sir,’ said the widow, ‘you are impertinent !’ and moved to the other side of the car. ‘ Pears to be a little huffy ! said the bore, turning to a passenger behind him ; ‘she neednt be mad, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. IPdiat did they make yon pay for that umbrella you got in your hand ?’ Lost time is forever lost. Ab senee from school i! often caused by a cough, cold or hoarseness, and can easily be prevented by giving Dr. .Bulls Cough Syrup to the children. 25 cents How to develop the imagination —f/et the delirium tremens. Two ways for Sunday : The way te church and the way back again. No man ever looked on the dark side of life without finding it True. L iwrenceville, Ga., Wednesday, February 23, 1831. Nicotic in Dodge When I was a hoy in a printing office in Miss uri, a loos*-jointed, long-legged, tow headed, jeans clad, coiliitryfied cub of about six teeu, lounged in one day. and with out removing his hands from the depths of his trouser s p ickets, or taking off his faded ruin of a slouch hat, whose broken brim, hung limp and ragged about his ears, like a bug eaten cabbage l*af, stared indifferently around, then leaning his hip against the ‘o lit or * table, crossed his brogans, aimed at a distant fiy from a erev ice in hrs upper teeth, laid him l low, an l tiieu said with compos ure : ‘Wlia’s the boss *' ‘l'm the boss,’ said the editor, following the enrious bit of archi tecture wonderingly along up to his clock face, with his eye. ‘Don’t want anybody far to learn the business, taint like |‘y r ‘ HV.I, I don t know ; would you like te learn it ?’ ‘Pap's so porr he c m’t run me no more, so I want to get a show someres, if I can—’taint no differ ence what—l’m strong and hearty, and I don’t turn my back on no kind of work, hard uoreoft.' Do you think you would like to | learn tho printing business ?' ‘lf all, 1 don't re’ly keer a dtirn what I do learn, so’s I git a chance | fur to make my way. I’d just as ; soon prlnt’n’s anyway.’ ‘Cun yon read V ‘Yas middlin'.’ ‘Write ?’ ‘Wall, I’ve seed people could lay over me thar.’ I ‘Cipher V i “Not good nuff to keep store, I don t reckon; but as fur as twelvo time twelve, I'm no slouch. T oth er side of that is what gits me.’ ‘Where is your heme ?’ ‘l’m from old Shelby.’ ‘What is your father’s religious denomination ?’ ‘Him? Oh—he's a biacksmith.’ ‘No, no ; I don’t mean his trade ; <ix7i—*, i 0 uio a ©riorum* j tion ?’ j ‘Oh— I didn’t understand you l befor ; He's a Freemason.’ ‘No—no : yon don t get at my j meaning yet What I mean is. , dues he belong to any church ?’ ‘Now you’re tslkin.’ I’onldn’t | make ont what yon was trying to 1 git through your head, no way.— ii'long to a church! Why, boss, he« been the pizinist kind of a Freewill Baptis’, fur forty years. Mightn good man, pap is Every body says that. If they said any differunt, they wouldn't said it where I wuz—not much, they wouldn’t.’ ‘What is your own religion ?’ ‘Wall, boss, yeuve kind o’ got, me thar—and yit you ain’t got me so mighty much, nnt’nei. j think ’t if a feller he ps another when lie’s in trouble, and don’t, cuss, aud don’t do any mean things, nor untilin’, and don't spell the Sa vior's name with a little g. he uin t runuin’ no resks—he's about as saift as if he b'longed to a church. ‘But suppose he did spell it with a little g—what then ?’ ‘Wall, if lie done it a purpose, I reckon lie wouldn't stand no chance—he oughtn't to have any ohnnee, noway—l'm most rotten certain ’bout that.’ ‘What is your name V ‘Nicodemns Dodge,’ ‘I think maybe you’ll do, Nico demns. We’ll give you a trial, anyway.’ ‘All right.’ ‘When w mid you like to be gin T ‘New. So. within twenty minutes after we had first glimpsed this nonde ecript, he was one of us, and with his coat off, hard at it. Beyond the end of our establish ment, which was farthest from the street, was a deserted garden, pathless, and thickly grown with the gleomy and villainous ‘-jimp son’ weed, and its common friend, the stately sunflower. Iu the midst of this mournful spot was a decayed and ancient little frame house, with but one room, one window, and no ceiling—it bad been a smoke house an age before Nicodemus was given this lonely and ghostly den as a be.l cham her The village srnarties recognized a treasure in Nicodemus. right away —a butt to play jokes on. It was easy to see tbit he was incon ceivably green and confiding.— George Jones had the glory of per petrating the first joke on him.— He gave him a cigar with a fire cracker iD it, and winked to the crowd to come. The thing explo ded presently, and swept away the bulk of Nicodemus’ eyebrows and eyelaKhe*. He simply said : ‘I consider them kind of seo gyars dangersomc,’ and seemed to siispeck nothing. The next even ing NieoJeinus waylaid George and p »red a bucket of ice water over him. One day. while Nicolemus was in swimming, Tom McEiroy ‘tied’ his clothes. Nieodouivs made a bonfire oi Tom’s by way of retalia tion. A third joke was played ap >n Nicodemus a day or two later. Ho walked up the middle aisle of the church, Sunday night, with a stal ing handbill pinned upon his shoulders. The joker spent the rest of the night, after church in the cellar of a deserted house, and NicodemHs sat on the cellar door till toward breakfast time, to make snre that the prisoner remember ed that if any noise was made, some rough treatment weuld bo the consequence. The cellar had two feet of stagnant water in it, and was bottome l with six inches of soft mud. But I wander from tiir point. It was the subject of skeletons that brought this boy back to my rocol lection. Before a long time had elapsed, the villagesinarties began to feel an uncomfortableconscious ness of not having made a very shining success of their first at tempts on the simpleton of “Old Shelby.’ Experiments grew scaice and chary. Now the young doc tor came to the rescue. There was delight and applause when he , proposed to them the plan of frightening Nicodemus to death, and explained how lie was go ng to do it. Ho had a nob la new skeleton—the ekeleton of tho la‘e and only local celebrity, Jimmy Finn, the village drunkard —a gris ly piece of property he Lad bought of Jimmy Finn, himself, at auc tion, for tiftj dollars, under great competition, when 'innnj lay very sick in the tan yard, a fortnight before his ilasqh. The fifty d>l ! l«rn had gone promptly for wliis key, and had considerably hurried j up the change of ownership of the skeleton. Toe doctor would put j Jimmy Finn’s skelet >n in Nicode j inns’ bed. Th's was dime, about ten o'clock in the evening. About Nicode inns’ bedt me—midnig t—the vil fiigejoke. s came stealthily thro the jmison weeds and sunflowers, toward the lonely frame den.— They reached tli# window and peepel in. There sat the long iegged pauper on his bed in a very shoit shirt, and nothing more. He was dangling his legs contentedly back and forth, and wliiezing the music of “Camptown Races ’ out of a paper ovcrlri l comb, which lie was pressing ag iinstliis in > uli bv him iay a new jowsharp, a new top a solid in lia rubber bad a handful es painted marbles, five pounds of ‘store’candy,and a well gnawed slab of gingerbread, as big and thick as a volume of sheet music. He had sold the skeleton to a traveling quack for three dol lars. and was enjoying tbe result. Murk Twain. Please Stop my—Wliat ! ; ‘Times are hard, money scarce, bssiness is dull, retrenchment is a i duty ; please stop my— Whiskey ? ‘Oh, no; times are not hard enough for that, yet; but there is something else that casts me a large amount of money every year, which I wish to save ; please stop my— Tobacco, cigars and snuff ? ‘No, no—not these ; but I must retrench somewhere ; please stop my— Ribbons, jewels, ornaments and trinkets ? •Not at all ; pride must be sos tered, if times are ever so hard ; but I believe 1 can see awny to es feet quite a saving in another di lection; if you please, you may stop nay— Tea, eoflee, and needless and unhealthy luxuries ? ‘No. no, no—not these ; I can not think of a sacrifice; but I must think of something else. All ! I have ic nowj: My paper costs eight cents a month ; one dollar a year. I mutt save that. Please stop my paper. That will carry me thro’ the panic easily ! I believ# in re treuchment and economy, especi ally in brains To trifle with a severe cough or ©old is certainlo trifling with ones | health. We advise all to take Dr. [Bulls Cough Syrup. Price 25 cell ts. Tin; lipwilclied ('lock About half past eleven o'clock on Sunday night, a human leg, en veloped in blue broad cloth, might have boeu seen entering Cephas Burberry’s window. The leg was followed finally by the entire per son of a lively ynnkeo, attired in his Snnday-go-to meetin’ clothes. It* was, in short, Joe Mayweed, who thus burglariously, in the dead of the night, won iiis way in to the deacon's kitchen. ‘Wonder how much the old deu con made by orderin’ me not to darken his deor again V solilo quized the young man. ‘Promis ed him I wouldn't, bat didn't sny nothin’ ab ut winders. Winders is just as good as door“, if there ain’t no nails to tear your trow sera onto. Wonder if Sal ’ll come down ? The critter promised me. I m afraid to move here, cause I might brake my shins over some thin'or other, and wake up the old folks. Cold enough te freeze a polar bear here. Oh, here cemes Sally !' Tiie beautiful maiden descended with n pleasant smile, a tallow can die, and a box of matches. After receiving a rapturous greeting, she made up a roaring fire in the cooking stove, and the happy cou pie sat down to enjoy the sweet interchange of views and hopes.— But the course of true love ran no smoother in old Barberry's kitch en than it did elsewhere, and Joe, who was making up his mind to treat himself to a kiHS, was star tied by the voice wf the dea on, her father, shouting from his chain ber door ; •Sally, what are you getting up in the middle of the night for ?’ ‘Tell him it’s mist morn n,’ whis pered Joe. T can’t tell a fib,’ said Sal. ‘l’ll make it a iruth tuen,’ said J~e, and running to the huge old fashioned clock that stood in the corner, he set it at 5. ‘Look at that clock and tell me what time it is,’ cried tho old gen tleman up stairs. ‘lt’s five by the clock,’ answered Sally, an 1 corroborating the word# the clock Birin L. u,c. The lovers set down again and resumed the cosv«.rs lion. Sud denly uie staircase began to creak ‘Croud gntci us ! It's father !' ‘The deacon, by thunder !' cried Joe. ‘Hide me, Sal !’ ‘Where can I hide you V replied tho distracted girl. ‘Oh, I know,'said he; ‘i’llsqueze into the clock case.’ And without another word he he concealed himself in th« clock case, and drew the door behind him. The deacon was dressed, and seating himself beside the cooking stove, pulled out his pipe, lighted it, and commenced smoking very deliberately and calmly. •Five o’clock, eh V said he.— ‘Well I shall have time to smoke three or four pipes, then I’ll ge and feed the critters.’ •Hadn’t yon better ge and fee l the critters, sir, and smoke after wards ?' suggested the bemtiful Sally. •No; smokin’ clears my head aid wakes me up. - responded the deacon, who seemed not a bit dis posed to hurry his enjoyment. Bnr-r r-r whiz-z ding ! went the clock. •Tormenting lightning !’ eriod the old deacon, etaiting up and dropping his pipe on the stove.— •Wbutin creation’s that ?’ •It’s only the clock striking 5,’ said Saliy. tremulously. Whiz! ding! ding! ding! went the old clock, furiously. ‘Powers of mercy !’ cried *the old deacon. ‘Striking five ! It's struck a hundred already.’ ‘Deacon Barberry,' cried the deacon’s better half, who had has tily robed herself, and now came plunging dowa the stair case in the wildest state of alarm, ‘What is the matter with the clock V ‘Goodness only knows,’ replied the cld man “It's been in the family these hundred years, and never did I know it to carry on so before.’ ‘VThiz ! bang ! bang ! bang !’ went the clock. •It’ll burst itself,' cried the old lady, shedding a floo 1 of tears, ‘and there won't be nothing left of it.’ ‘lt's bewitched.’ sail the deacon who retained a leiven of New Eng land superstition in h>s nature. — •Anyhow,’ he said after a pause, ad vancing resolutely toward the clock, T'l! see what’s got into it.' ‘Ob, den t!’ cried the daughter, affectionately seizing one of his jVol. X.—No. 4g. coat tails, while his faithful wife clung to the other. ‘Don’t !’ chorused both the wo men together. ‘Let go my raiment !’ shouted the deacon ; ‘I ain't afraid of the powers of darkness !' But the women would not let go, so tho deacon slipped off his coat, ami while, from the aud Jen cessation of resistance, they fell heavily to the floor, he darted for ward and laid his hand on the door of the clock case. Blit no human power could open it. Joe was holding it inside with a death grasp. The deacon began to be dreadfully frightened. He gave olc more tug. An unearthly yell, as of a fiend in distress, came from the insido, and then the clock case pitched headforemost ou the floor, smashed its face and wrecked its proportions. The current of air oxtinguishe 1 the light—the deacon, th# old la dy, and Sally tied up stairs ; and Joe Mayweed, extricating himself from the clock, effected his retreat is the same way that lie had enter el. The next day all Appletown was alive with the story of how Deacon Barberry's clock had been bewitched ; and thongh many be lieved its version, some, and eepe cially Joe Maywood, affected to disci'odit the whole affair, hinting that the deacon had been trying tho experiment of taeting frozen cidor, and that the vagaries of the clock case existed only in hie dis tempered imagination. Seen.) iu a Detroit Cou rt There was a hush in the police court room, as the red nose judge took Ins sent upon the bench, and in a pompous tone of authority, shouted : Bring the prisoner into court ! Here I am, bound to blaze, as the spirits of turpentine said when it was all afire, said the prisoner. We ll take a little tire out of you. ilow do you live 1 asked the judge. I ain’t particular, as the oyster said, wlicu they asked him wheth er he would bo roastel or fried. We don’t want to know what the oyste- said, or the turpentine, either. What do yon follow ? ‘Anything ti a" comes in my way, as tho locum itive said when it run over the little nigger. ‘Don’t care anything about the locomotive. What's your buui nes. ‘That's various, as the cat said when she stole the chicken off the tab'e. ‘lf I hear any more absurd com parinons, I will give you twelve months. ‘l'm done, as the beef said to the cook. * ‘Now, sir, your punishment shal depend ou the shortness and cor rectnees of yonr answers. I sup pose you live by going round the dockst ‘No, sir : I can’t go around the docks withent a coat, and I ain’t got non® ‘Answer me, sir ; how do you get yonr bread ? ‘Sometimes at the bakers, and sometimes I eat taters. ‘No more of your stupid non sense. How do you support yonr self? ‘Sometimes on my logs, and sometimes on a chair. ‘How do you keep yonrself al ive ? ‘By breathing air, sir. ‘I order yon to answer this qnss tion correctly. How do you do 7 ‘Pretty well, thank you, judge. How do you do ? ‘I i-ball have to commit you. ‘Well, you've committed your self first, that's some consolation. The prisoner went out of court with a and was hastened to jail. Here are twe reasons given by a man who talks to himself : Firs"t because I like to talk to a sensi ble man ; and second, because 1 like to hear a sensible mail talk. An Irishman, recommending a cow, said she would give good milk year after year, withont hav ing a calf, because it ran in the breed, as she came from a cow that never had a calf. All the good things of this world are no farther giod to us than as they are of use ; and what ever we may fieipup to give oth ers, we enjoy only as much as we can use, and no more. The boy who will ride around all day on a velocipede, considers h rnself terribly imposed upon, if he has to wheel his baby sister two or three blocks. AS An A<lvert4miny Medium The HERALD it line t/veiled Ay rrriKon of iln extensive circu/uli’ n cit’d nnmrkaliljt loxt ra>et. Ruttnett men •thould Ttmember I hit. BLANKS ! BLANKS f El/M S (ai.i. rind* skati.t priktfd) FORSALE ATTHE UK 11A LI)JO ft O I'l K E WIT AND HUMOR. A green grocer : One Who trusts Long division i .Separation for life. A final report: The cra-'k i f doom. The original lady of Lyons was a lioness. The great composer : The hypo dermic syringe. An expensive wife makes a pen sive husband. An honest milkman is the scar - cest work of God. Can au honest meal be made f a‘boned’ turkey ? The fellow who tolled the bell for a falso alarm of fire, tolled a lie. If a row of columns is a colon a le. isn t a row of lemons a lelU m nde ? Look not upon the newspaper when it is read. Go and buy a fresh one. After all, the most beautiful heir is that of your baby—which hasn't any at all. Tho fellow who was treated with contempt, says it isn’t half so pleasant as Burgundy. Aspiration of husbands ;G, that the fashions would last as long a< the bonnets. It is a good season to practice tho almost lost art of shutting the door after you. A Texas man has been born without a brai i. He would make a good doctor. Ballooning must bo lotfi of fun, for sernauts enjoy it above all car tbly things. An exchange remarks that it is a good d®nl easier to catch a sold than t® let one go. A fellow down east is writing up a very interesting article on ag ricnltur® with a (pig) pen. Why is a billiard marker like a stage prompter ? Because he givd the playsrs the cue. Young man, if you don’t liko tbe pagoda of a bonnet in front of you there is always the gallery. The man who was frig'-tened at the bark of a tre®, is supposed to have been of a nervous tempera ment. ‘Massa. one ob vour oxen is dead ; toiler, too. Fraid to tell you oh boss at one®, for fear you couldn’t bore it.’ In tho remarks of a country min ister, we learn that the devil is fath or of tobacco. ll® must be old Niokotine. When you say that a girl’s hair is black as coal, it is just as well to specify that you do not mean a red hot coal. Ha ! A party who bought a picture of a dead duck at a recent sale, is now anxious to have the seller take his canvus-back. Hon It win Host. To loss by one’s own ignorance or carelessness, is more mortify* ing than to lose by another’s dis honesty. It is certainly aggrava ting euough to lose by b*tli. T* ibustrate now little the law will help a person who does not know now to do business, and to show the importance of small details, a New lork journal cites an actual case : ‘A man draw a note promising to pay cue hundred dollars. He used a primed form, and did not close up the hi* ik devoted to dol lars, and alter passing it as uego tiab.e i aper, somebody inserti d ‘and fifty after one hundred, and before the printed dollars. Ihe note, thus altered, got into the hands of an innocent party, who presented it to the draper, and the Supreme Court decided the maker of the note was liable for its face, because through negli genee he did not draw a line be tween the word ‘hundred’ and the printed word ‘dollars.’ Any testimony that the drawer might offer to establish the fact that he gave the note for one hun dred dollars, must go for nothing, as there was nothing on the face of the note showing it had been alter ed Evidence of any alteration on the face of the note, would have changed the case. Let this be a lesson to all drawers of promisso ry notes. No onecan be too care ful in b%. li matters.
