November 15, 1882

DAILY REVEILLE

AUSTIN, NEVADA

Wednesday....November 15, 1882

BLOSSOM'S FRIEND.

He Meets Blossom's Twin Brother, and They Connubiate by Proxy.

There is a fine-looking, respectable, portly young man residing here in Austin who has been mistaken for Jerry Blossom, our worthy County Commissioner, of Battle Mountain. One evening about three months ago this good-looking, portly young man was in a butcher shop buying some meat, when a very pleasant old gent also came in after meat. He soon scraped acquaintance thusly:

"Vell now, Mister Plossom, I know you don't know me, but I's know'd you, pet your life, more'n fifteen years. My name's Dinkelspiel. I'm a Democrat, but that makes no difference, I always woted for you, 'cause I like you. You didn't know me, but I know'd you all der time und woted for you. Let's shake hands;" and the pair shook.

"But," expostulated the young man, "my name is -- "

"Dot's so, Mister Plossom, dot's so; your name's know'd all over der gountry. Everypody knows Yerry Plossom. Now, bein' dis is der first ve got oguainted, you must go out und have a glass of beer mit me."

"But I don't think -"

"Yes, you do drink, Mister Blossom; I've seed you lots of times mit your friends. If you don't drink beer, take someding else."

"Well, now, really, Mr. -- "

"Nefer you mind oxkooses, Plossom, but yoost you come along."

The handsome young man gave up trying to say his name wasn't Blossom, and yielded to the rather amusing circumstance. They drank. Then the young man's conscience hit him again.

"See here now, Dinkey, old boy, who the devil told you my name was Blossom?"

"Who der tuyfel told me? Vell, I shall schmile. Don't I told you I know'd you myself? I woted for you more as twenty year. Py Shorge, I's your friend, Mister Plossum, und don't you forgot it."

Blossom's friend stayed by that young man two hours, and filled him up with beer, and they parted on the most affectionately amicable terms, and the young man invited him to come down to Battle Mountain sometime, and make his house his home, and stay six months, and anything the Board of County Commissioners could do for him he had only to ask, and it would be done with the most cheerful alacrity.

Yes, and now that fine-looking, portly young man, who strongly resembles Jerry Blossom, very cautiously and judiciously keeps out of the way of Blossom's friend for reasons of his own.