The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1876-11-05
TURNING THE TABLES.
How a Book Agent wa. beaten Mt His Own
Weapons.


lie came in briskly aud sat down with a
jerk: one end Of his paper collar reared over
his left ear; qualmy smell of last weeks
eyes upon Us, aud loosenng his india rubber
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Stop. my friend Restrain the Intellectual
now dam up that torrent Of eloquence. Listen
10 me do YOU know what has come to me since
.aw you last 1t was IN Octo-"
nut, Sir, Interrupted the book agent, you
Never saw you. lmpossiblei Could any one
VINO had once gazed on those noble lineaments
ever forget them Could that coy wart on the
nose ever be forgotten-or that eloquent mole
on your iron Jaw. Never, never, II was in Octo-
Der tnat met YOU last. Blessed October that
month Of ripeness and sober passlonl DO you
knCw Of all the months In the year October
Pardon me, sir" exclaimed the book agent.
rolling his brass cyeids in desperation; you
pardon me- sir: cannot allow any man 10
mold the rclns Of conN crsation over mel will
not be interrupted to resume; my great grand
YOU ever saw. She was III years old. and yet was
"a clipper IA the best VI IA. My brother. who
wheels and il would have done you good to have
seen her scoot around; ! suppose ours was the
only family who could boast Of a grandmother
ON wheels aud yet
but sir, ! am In great hurry. and"
You NUT positively not interrupt me, my
a family growing up around him. II Is hard to
say which one he loves best. And yet that hoy
Of mine, with that strawberry mark on his left
ear There's queer story connected with that
strawberry marx that would please you-haye
you childf'
81 am the father Of thirteen miserable chill
drcn,' he replied.
"Ah. then, YOU can Eympathze with my story.
You have been mother YOURSELF All, who can
sound the depth Of a mothers lOVcl II Ia as
deep "A an Artesian WELL as high AS n liberty
pole. II scars like Chinese Kite, IL grovcls like
"a ground hog. II II sweet To lie mother. II
gives us n new llfc and Ills US with broad,
deep. sweet "
Really. sir. haven't time" broke out the
perpleNed aud desperate agent.
Now here you 10 again. You throw me out
every time. hut to get back To orr CONVERSE
ton. | do think he was the sweetest dog ever
saw. Although he was quite young when he was
born, he seemed to take To learning naturally.
When would send him to drive tho pigs out ~
the yard, he would take the pigs patrOni1ingly
10y the ear.
" liza. ha.' laughed the book agent dolefully,
you like this univ"
lntcrrupting me again there hut II don't
matter. To resume as said before the boat
Was very small and quite cranky II rocked
hard To control her You have doubtless been
ON the water, and understand"
just here the book agent rose. his steel Joints
swapping Niciuuslv. He cast one wild. scared
look around him and made for the door Having
reached the door, he turned and looked back
hungrily. He frightened UP. as II he were going
To- open the conversation again. but he gulped
his sorrow down hastily and fed
tonne back aud see us again" we called
hlHndlN over tile stairs. You are such a good
listener IL "A pleasure to talk you. Yes come
again. Come during the next Centennial 80