The Stutterer
An old woman received a letter from the post-office at New York. Not knowing how to read and being anxious to know the contents, supposing it to be from one of her absent sons, she called on a person near to read it to her. He accordingly began and read: “Charleston, June 23rd. Dear Mother”—then making a stop to find out what followed (as the writing was rather bad), the old lady exclaimed: “Oh, ’tis my poor Jerry, he always stuttered!”