North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1870-01-05

blush, "we do not csarge ministers any
thing"
1t was not bad joke, but I suppressed
the laugh that rose to my lips, and thank
ing her for the consideration shown to the
clergy, turned about and retraced my
steps to the hotel, not without some Sigh,
twinges of conscience for allowing the
mistake to pass, and taking advantage o.
it. The remainder Of the day was spent
very quietly, as was also the eveninQ
which followed.
My drst duty Of the next morning was
to seek some knight of the razor. had
noticed pleasant little shop at no grea,
distance from the hotel, in my walk the
previous day, and thinking that should
do no better by looking further, I repair.
ed to that. There was in attendance only
. boy Of about twelve years old, who sta
ted that his father, the proprietor of the
shop, had gone to neighboring city and
would not return before noon. Without
any hesitation ! requested the loan of q
rasor, and proceeded to operate upon my
self. While thus occupied, the customers
began to present themselves, expressing
great dissatisfaction upon learning how
matters stood. Now, although I am q
proud man, ! am not, thank God, cursed
with that species Of vanity which prevents
man from doing certain kinds of homes,
labor simply because they are "not gen.
teel." Here was an opportunity offered
for me to, at least, earn the price of my
breakfast. l took advantage of it. Told
the first man who entered after l had
completed shaving myself that l would
shave him. l did so. Others coming in,
| shaved them also. In fact, l did quite a
brisk business for couple of hours; and
it the unfortunate individuals who came
under my hand had no doubts about my
fitness for the business, they certainly ex-
pressed none. At the expiration of this
time, l began to think that l had done
sufficient, and feeling rather hungry, hav-
ing had no breakfast, l divided the pro-
ceeds with the boy, and prepared to re-
turn to my hotel. But I was not done
yet. As was brushing my hat, young
dandified specimen of humanity came in,
and resolving that he should be the last, l
went to work upon him. When he came
to pay me, was, to say the least, sone>
what surprised to see him deliberately
produce my own pocket 'book-the one
had lost Standing upon no ceremony, /
snatched it from his hands, and demanded
in no gentle tones, how it came in his
possession? Without stopping to reply
other than by volley Of imprecations
as he reached the door, he tumbled rather
than ran down the stairs into the street.
Waiting ror neither hat nor coat, follow
ed; the pocket-book in my hand. We
measured of considerable ground in a
short space of time. On, on. 1t was an
exciting chase. Men, boys, and dogs,
Joined in the persuit; the cries of "stop
thief" and the like, growing loud and in.
creasing. What an uproar there was
Suddenly there came flash Of light,
sharp and vivid for an instant, then utter
darkness. A policeman, mistaking me
for the thief, had gently tapped me upon
the head, as their custom is, and with the
usual result; the thief escaped, and l, the
victim, was apprehended. My appear
ance told heavily against me; but my
story being fully corroborated by the boy
at the barber-shop, l was released.
Upon examining the wallet, found my
own money intact, and about hundred
and thirty dollars beside. This is all Of
the story.
"Not bad speculation, after all y said
I, as he concluded
swell, perhaps not. No, it was not !;
but still, my advice holds good. Never
place railway ticket in your wallet"
could not but acknowledge the wis.
dom Of the caution, and resolved to profit
by it.