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holy poker. I've got cart here at the door. Here you whipper-snapper, bring in that are large trunk

 But | repeat sir, that you have no moe ney to receive am sorry to say it.'

 : So am I bloody sorry you should say is. But tell me, Mister, will you count out that are money or nOtr

 T cannoi.'

 Do you see this sledge hammer ? Eais- ing his brawny fist.

 T see it.'

 Do you calculate to pay it in gold, or silver or bank bills 2

 Here is some strange mistake sir; and if you will allow me to explain, can con- vince you-'

 Very well-but if you don't convince me, you see this death maul,' again eleva- ting his fist.

 The lottery man entered into an expla- nation of the freaks of dame fortune, and at length succeeded in convincing his cus- toner that his expected prize was actually blank, still the disappointment was so great, that he could not bear it with calm mind, and he exclaimed Well, if that doesn't beat all my great grandfather's relations, then there's no snakes-to pay the sum of ten dollars for the highest prize, and not get cent at last ?

 'Such things will happen sometimes

 'It's jofred hard though, I'll be hanged if it ain't. At least, Mister, you ought to circumfund the money.'

 ! can't afford that

 We'll, just pay the cartman, then.'

 Pm sorry to say can't do it, but if you will purchase another ticket think I can promise you better luck next time, the highest prize is thirty thousand dollars

 'Thirty thousand dogs tails don't tell me none of your pelaver-I've been cheat ed once't and that's enoug gh for me-Ill never get catched second time. Here, you cartman, you may load up this ere trunk again. J'll never trust these lotte- ry-sellers any more, if do, hang my gig gard, that's all.' Then giving the brokera look of irreconcilable hatred, he left the of- fee. He however, pretty soon accommo- dated his mind again to his humble pros- poets, declared that houses, horses, and those sort of things were only plague to a man-and as to Tabitha Tallboy, she might go to the old Nick for all him-he'd d never think of her again as long as he lived -never.-C Constellation.