The Man who Carried his Point.

Cromwell Argus, Volume V, Issue 217, 6 January 1874, Page 7

The Man who Carried his Point.

(Danbury Newsman.) The following ridiculous story is told of a neighbouring committee man. The evening before the day on which he was to pay an off]cal visit to the school, his wife put a new ceiling in his pants, and accidentally left the needle where she did the work. Arriving at the school he stiffly returned the salutation of the polite teacher, and majestically settled into the “company chair.” It d’dnt seem to the most acute observer that he Had but just touched the chair, when he at once began to ascend. A wave of perplexed pain passed over his face, as his hand soothingly parted his coat tails. The look of blank surprise of the teacher, drew from him the blushing explanation that he never could sit on a “cane seat.” A wooden chair was at once offered him, into which he dropped almost as quickly MS he got out of it again. The instant he struck on his feet, he shook his fiat angrily in the face of the astounded tutoi, and hoarsely shouting,—“l kin whip the pewserlancrmns man what stuck the pin in them cheers,” he caught up his hat ani fled homo. * “ Lord, Eben !” exclaimed his wife, as he tore into the house. “What’s the matter with you 1” “Matter!” shouted the infuriated man, as he snatched off his coat and flung it out of the window, “ I have been made the fool of the entire district by that sneaking teacher,” and his Sunday hat flow through another window. “ Pins stuck into my cheer as I was asettin down as onsuspishus like as 1 am asettin down in my own ” “ Lucretia !” he ominously howled, as he sprang out of that chair, and spasmodically went for the wounded parts with both hands', “you’re foolin’ with your best friend now, and he ain’t in the humour to stand the triflin.”

In an instant it flashed into the good lady’s mind what the trouble really was. In the next instant Eben’s nether garment was over her arm, and there— there, in the midst of the repairs glistened the source of all the annoyance. The unfortunate man gave one brief stare at the evil thing, and falteringly remarked as he thought iff the future, “ I’d agin twenty dollars, Lucretia, if you hadn't found it,”