The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1889-09-26
thursday, SEPTEMBER 26. 1889.
JUDGED HIM BY HIS CLOTHES,
And as Matter of Course Mistook the
Man.
[From the Washington Post.]

One of the leading citizens of Will
mington, N. c.. was John Dawson.
AS banker he accumulated large
fortune, which was so securely invest
ed that even the ravages of war left it
nninapaired. Mr.. Dawson rose from
humble origin, He had come over
from Ireland when lad in the steer
age of the same ship which brought
Alexander T. Stewart. The two boys
formed a warm friendship, which
lasted through life They maintained
correspondence and became prosper
Gus. each in his own locality, though
the New Workers. wealth expanded
with marvellous rapidity.
Immediately at the close of the war
Dawson hurried to New York. The
strangled commerce of the South had
left her markets bare, and though
wealthy, Mr.. Dawson could only com
mand a shockingly bad suit of butter
nut 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 floor walker
stepped up brusquely.
well sir" said he, "what can we
do for you p
81 want to see Mr.. Stewart" said
Mr.. Dawson.
He is busy, sir, and has no time to
see you"
"Oh, 1 didn't know. I'll just look
around, then, if you have no objec-
tion.'
The c'erk thought he was some
countryman who wanted to see Mr..
Stewart out of curiosity. The old
fellow stared around and attracted
considerable attention from the gaily-
dressed ladies who thronged the store
The underling concluded it was about
time to interfere, so he walked up
and said
"I told you it 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 snme-
thing, you had better be DING"
"Mr. Stewart doesn't want to see
me, you say, young man ?" asked Mr..
Dawson dreamily.
II don't need to repeat it third
time,". replied the clerk. you had
better 60 at once We don't want YOU
around the store You drive away
CUSTOM"
just then the proprietor himself
came walking down IRON the cs;ini
ing room.
"Hello, A'eck," shouted Mr.. Daw-
son.
The dry goods millionaire stopped
and stared Then he rushed up ana
threw his arms around the rough old
fellow in the butternut suit.
why, John, where did you come
from? My dear fellow, am perfectly
delighted to see you. Why didn't
you let me know you were here p
Il tried to. bnt that v"nrg man"
But the officinus clerk had .lisnp-
peared at the first greeting.
"Where did you get that suit?"
asked Stewart "My carriage is right
at the door Get right in and come to
the tailor's. You must have some de
cent clothes right away. Where is
Mrs. Dawson You must both come
right to my house and stay"
So he ran on as he actually dragge d
his old friend to his carriage.
The officious clerk tried to keep out
Of sight every time he saw Mr.. Daw-
son coming, but the latter took a
malicious pleasure in running acr..ss
him every time he came int" the ,t.,re
and bowing to him. Finally, the
clerk came one day and, abjectly
apoiogizing. begged that Mr.. Dawson
would not carry the story of his rude
ness to the proprietor. MIR. Dawson
gave him a good humo-ed tongue
lashing and let him 60.