Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1889-11-20
JUDGED BY HIS CLOTHES.

How q Dude Floor walker Insulted One
OF 4. r. Stewards Friends.
One Of the leading citizens of Wilmington,
n. c., was John Dawson, says the Wash
ington Post. AS banker he accumulated
large fortune, which was so securely In.
vested that even the ravages OF the war
left 1t unimpaired. Mr.. Dawson arose from
humble origin. He had come over from
ireland when q lad in the steerage Of the
same ship which brought Alexander 7.
Stewart. The two boys formed warm
friendship, which lasted through life. They
maintained correspondence and grew pros
porous, each in his own locality, though the
New Yorker's wealth expanded with mar
velous rapidity.
Immediately at the close of the war Daw-
son hurried to New York. The strangled
commerce of the South had left her markets
bare, and, though wealthy, Mr.. Dawson
could only command shockingly bad suit
Of butternut nankeen. His wife was hardly
better clothed. Entering the huge dry
goods palace Of the merchant prince Mr..
Dawson gazed around for his old friend. A
| dapper foor-walker stepped up brusquely
''Well, sir" said he, 'what can we do for
youl"
81 want to see Mr.. Stewart" said Mr.
Dawson.
"He is busy, sir, and has no time to see
you."
"Oh, didn't know. I'll just look around
then, ii you have no objection"
The clerk thought he was some country
man who wanted to see Mr.. Stewart out of
| curiosity. The old fellow stared around
aud attracted considerable attention from
| the gayly-dressed ladies who thronged the
store. The underling concluded 1t was
| about time to interfere, so he walked up
| and said:
sI told you il was no use to wait for Mr..
Stewart. He is very busy and has no time
for any one like you Now, unless you
wish to buy something, you had better be
| going"
| "Mr. Stewart doesn't want to see me, you
| say, young mani" asked Mr.. Dawson,
| dreamilY.
81 don't need to repeat it a third time,,'
replied the clerk "You had better go at
once. We don't want you around the store.
| You will drive away custom"
| Just then the proprietor himself came
walking down from the counting-room.
''Hello, Aleckl'' shouted Mr.. Dawson.
The dry goods millionaire stopped and
stared Then he rushed up and threw his
| arms around the rough old fellow in the
butternut suit.
'Why, John, where did you come from
| Ny dear fellow, am perfectly delighted to
see you. Why didn't you let me know You
| were herein
81 tried to, but that young man"
But the oficious clerk mad disappeared al
| the first greeting.
Where did you get that suita'' asked
Stewart Ny carriage is right al the door
Get right in and come to the tailor's. You
must have some decent clothes right away.
Where 10 Mrs. Dawsons You must both
come right to my house and stay"
80 he ran on, as he actually dragged bis
| old friend to his carriage
The ofHcious clerk tried to keep out ei
| sight every time he saw Mr. Aawson COM
ins, hut the latter took malicious pleas
ure IN running across him every time be
came into the store and bowling to him
Finally the clerk came one day and, ab
jectly apolcgizing, begged that Mr.. Dawson
would not carry the story Of his rudeness
70 the proprietor. Mr.. Dawson gave him q
good d-humored tongue-lashing and let him
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