A Harrowing Tale of What Bofel a Buffalo Man After His Demise. SEQUAL TO A CREMATION.

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 222, 1 October 1887, Page 2

A Harrowing Tale of What Bofel a Buffalo Man After His Demise.

SEQUAL TO A CREMATION.

James Potter, of 77 * Sycamore street, died last winter, and was, in accordance to hia wishes, cremated. His lachrymose relict placed tho terra-cotta urn containing bis asheJs on the parlour mantel, betweon a couple of soap, lithographs. Last Friday morning tho new domestic, while dusting, knocked both pot and Potter to the floor. The ashes, in their wild desire to get[a sniff of fresh air, forced off the cover and spread out like the genii in the Arabia-i tale, till they tiJJed every corner of the room, and (lying up the servant's nose, caused her a tremendous lit of sneezing. " Sure, and its a quaro place to kapo the pepper," she icmarked to herself, and restoiod the urn with the remaining dust, to tho mantel. When preparing dinner she found the pepper-caster needed replenishing, and, ha\ ing none of the condiment in the spicocloset, bethought her of the peppcr-i>ot in the parlour, which furnished hci a sufficient quantity. After dinner _ had reached the second coarse the widow with a plaintive sniff, declared that "suthin" in tho air reminds me o' James. T can rally smell his breath. Jest an it used to be when he came home from the lodfcc." A young man who boards with Mrs Potter finally observed that " This here pepper's pretty white, and I can't fice it seasons up much.'' The servant, on being questioned, explained that " the popper was all out, and there was some in the shtone crock in the parlour." " What do you mean," inquired Ihe widow ; " there's no crock in the parlour." "Troth an' there is, mum, jist on the mantel shelf wid the black shtripes around it." Tho widow, who had partaken of her husband sprinkled on a dish of succotash, hero shucked, and fainted, whilu tke young man who had eaten about an ounce of Mr Potter in connection with his beefsteak, turned pale and rushed away to his physician. The widowno sooner came to than she faintly but fiimly ordered the domestic to pack up her trunk and go, and Mr Potter now reposes at the bottom of a chest in a garret.