Down on his Luck.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume X, Issue 3342, 23 October 1889, Page 3

Down on his Luck.

"There arc some districts out West where some folks imagine tliey own tho earth," said tho tramp as ho stretched himself out on the bench and covered his faco with his old hat. " I struck such a district a i'cw ' weeks ago down in Indianna. I got into ft county where signs were as plentiful as thistles, and everyone of lliem read:' Tramps, beware! Six months in gaol for tramping " Thoso signs are often put up for a bluff, and I determined to hoof it / right along, I hadn't gone five miles after seeing the first sign when I was overhauled by a constable and suvoral farmers and rushed to gaol in the nearest village. Tliey left me over night to bo examined next day. Thero were two other prisoners, one for stealing, and the other for assault and battery. They were down on the law of course, and we had timo

to fix up a little plain By trading clothes around I got to look quite respectable, aud as both men had money they chipped in and made me up eix dollars. Next morning, when taken before the magistrate, I claimed to be on my to Indianapolis, and as I had money to pay my way ho discharged me. Then I went for the parties who had arrested me. The constable was scared into fits, and he gave me a silver watch and 15dol to settle. 1 got 20dol each out of threo of the farmers, and 15dol apiece from the two others, making more money than I had ever had at any one time before in my life. I ought to have had sense enough to leave with my boodle, but I hadn't. I got drunk, was locked up again, and I'll be hanged if the two

prisoners who had helped me out of the first scrape didn't steal and divide 7 my money, change all the old duds back, and chuckle with satisfaction ■when I got thirty days for my offence! Can't depend on Western human nature, nohow. I had a farmer invite ( Ifjne to eat ice cream and blackberry ■r pie, and then set three dogs on me as I thanked him and backed out. I prefer the East, An eastern man is always up and down with you, and a farmer's wilo will either give you the grand bounce on sight or do up your sorn fingers, and get out a whole currant pie,"—New York Sun. A New England inventor, saya tlio Ironmonger, lias perfected a machine that ia warrautep io make 12,000 nails a minute, or three tuna per day.