. Wit, humor and pathos . onest friend, for a Centre Street restau-rant, where the thief or finder was supposed to be. ; Now, you just wait outsidein the front room a moment,Mr. Stout, and Ill go into theback room and see the manjj who has the money and valu-able papers, said the goodman as he went into the back1 room. In a moment Mr. Stouts! friend returned with the mes-sage that his friend wouldntgive up the valuable papersin the pocket-book for $25. He wants $50 now, sir. But I only advertised to give $25 for the papers,said Mr. Stout, with an eye to business. This is anextortion. Well, sai
. Wit, humor and pathos . onest friend, for a Centre Street restau-rant, where the thief or finder was supposed to be. ; Now, you just wait outsidein the front room a moment,Mr. Stout, and Ill go into theback room and see the manjj who has the money and valu-able papers, said the goodman as he went into the back1 room. In a moment Mr. Stouts! friend returned with the mes-sage that his friend wouldntgive up the valuable papersin the pocket-book for $25. He wants $50 now, sir. But I only advertised to give $25 for the papers,said Mr. Stout, with an eye to business. This is anextortion. Well, said the kindly-lookingstranger, Ill go back and reasonj with the gentleman, and try and getj the papers for $25. And he dis-; appeared in the back room a moment he returned, smil-ing. Well, Mr. Stout, he said, myfriend will take $25, but he wantsthe money before he gives up the pocket-book. All right, said Mr. Stout, blandly, here is $ it to him, my good man, take it to him, and bringback the papers—quick!. HIS GENTLEMAN FRIEND. 236 One word, Mr. Stout, said the man, confidentially, this thing, you know, is to be strictly between our-selves. Yes, yes; Ive said it. And you will never ask any questions, tell anything,or seek further knowledge, wTill you? No, never, I give you my word, as President of theShoe and Leather Bank, my good man, not to say any-thing about it, not a single syllable—not even to mywife. All right, then—mum is the word, said Mr. Stoutsfriend, as he put his finger to his lips and passed intothe back room with the money. Mr. Stout waited patiently for his return—waited five,ten, fifteen minutes, but alas! his friend never cameback, and the shrewd President returned to the bank,a sad and a ruined man. He says his friend is wel-come to the $25, but he told Daniel Drew that hewouldnt have the story get into print or around amonghis friends for $10,000. No, sir, it wouldnt be fair, Daniel, would it? saidMr. Stout, when I promised—solemnly
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