fernal old frog-eating, soap and lather, you--you--you
smoke-dried, one-eyed,* poor old wretch, you, if it wasn't for pity's
sake, I'd have you taken up and put in the county jail, for vagrancy, I
would, you poverty-stricken old rascal!"

[*] Girard, it will be remembered, had but one eye. With that,
however, he saw as much as many do with a full pair of eyes.

"Jacob!" bawled the landlord, to his sub., "bring out der ole hoss
again, pefore he die mit de crows, in mine stable; now, you ole fool,
you shall go vay pout your bishenish mit nossin to eat, mit yer hoss
too!" said the landlord, with an evident rush of blood and beer to his
head!

"Oh, veri well," patiently answered the old Frenchman, "veri well, sair,
I sal go--but,"--shaking his finger very significantly at the landlord
and lawyer, "I com' back to-morrow morning, I buy dis prop-er-tee; you,
sir, sal make de deed in my name--I kick you out, sair, (to the
landlord,) and to you (the lawyer), I sal like de goose. Booh!"

With this, the poor old Frenchman started for his gig, amid the "Haw!
haw! haw! and ha! ha! he! he!" of the landlord and lawyer. "That for
you," said the Frenchman, as he gave the surly Dutchman-hostler a real
half-dollar, took the dirty "ribbons" and drove off. Now, the farmer,
one of the three spectators present, had quietly watched the
proceedings, and being _gifted_ with enough insight into human nature to
see something more than "an old French barber" in the person and manner
of the traveller; and, moreover, being interested in the Tavern
property, followed the Frenchman; overtaking him, he at once offered him
the hospitalities of his domicile, not far distant, where the traveller
passed a most comfortable night, and where his host found out that he
was entertaining no less a pecuniary miracle of his time--_than Stephen
Girard_.

Early next morning, old Stephy, in his old and _shady_ gig, accompanied
by his entertainer, rode over to the two owners of the Tavern property,
and with them sought the _lawyer_, the deeds were made out, the old
Frenchman _drew_ on his own Bank for the $13,000, gave the farmer a ten
years' _lease_ upon the place, paid the lawyer for his trouble, and as
that worthy accompanied the millionaire to the door, and was very
obsequiously bowing him out, old Stephy turned around on the steps, and
looking sharp--with his one eye upon the lawyer, says he--

"Sair! Pooh! pooh!--_Booh!_" off he rode for the Tavern,