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The Yankee in Main Street.-"l calculate
couldn't drive trade with you to-day" said q
true specimen of tho Yankee pedlar, as he stood
at the door of a merchant in Main street.


81 calculate you calculate about right, for you
cannot" was the sneering reply.


"War guess you needn't got hufTy about it.
Now here's a dozen real genuine razor strops,
worth two dollars and half-you may have 'em
for two dollars"


"l tell you, don't want any Of your trash 50
you had better be going.''


"Wap now, | declare! I'll bet YOU five dollar,
you make mo an offer for them are strops,
we'll havea trade yet.''


"Done!" replied the merchant, placing the mo.
ney IN the hands of bystander. The Yankee
deposited the like sum-when the merchant offer.
cd him picayune for the strops.


They're yourn," said the Yankee, a. he oui.
city fobbed the stakes. "Rut,' he added, with
great apparent honesty-"I calculate joke's a
Joke, and if you don't want them strops, rlr
trade back" ~


The merchants countenance brigh,ened.-
"You are not so bad chap, after ali here are
your strops, give me the money!"


''There it is," said the Yankee, as ne received
the strops and passed over the picayune, "a
trades trade-and now you're wide awake in
earnest, guess the next time you trade with that
are pic, you'll do Ieetls better than buy razor
strops.''


And away walked the 2edIar with his strops
and wager, amid the shouts of tho laughing
crowd.-St. Louis Ariel.