Morning journal and courier., 1889-06-18
Her Bonnet built for tho wrong Aisle.
 From the Buffalo Courier.l
SECONDHAND BOOKS.
M9manees and wIndfalls Incident to
 she uslnesS.

From the Brooklyn Times.l
 "Yes said Montague street dealer in se- cond hand books, "my trade is more or less of queer one as you say. Money in tta Now you ought to know that there is money in any business, provided one can obtain enough custom. l suppose man might make fortune out of gorilla skins if the demand existed and he could obtain the wherewithal to supply the want"
 "But you often make very lucky bar- gains or 'ands,' don't you2" said the rspor- ! ter
 ! life, :" replied the book dealer, philosophical \ ly, "and the fortunate happenings of my busi- ness show no deviation from the rule Still ! have had slices of good fortune; undeniably so. Want to hear about some of themf We'll, | here's one of recent date. Three weeks back bought some 200 or 300 odd books from a ! resident on Remsen street who was clearing out his library preparatory to shutting up his house for the summer. On looking over the lot after the purchase found small volume of 'Thompson's Seasons It was an edition published by New York firm in 1856 and was bound in faded pink cloth and gold. Casually running my eye over it's pages I noted the fact that number of the words had underneath them tiny brownish red spsck. Half instinctively l strung into 8 | sentence some half dozen of the marked | words, and found that they formed portion ' curiosity.wss excited, and I picked up the
 rest of the distinguished words. Altogether | they made lengthy and particularly eHu- l sive tale of affection emsnating from the do ! nor of the book, whose name appeared on the ! hyleaf. Throwing the book on upper shelf,
 I thought no more of the matter, and went ! to New York to fulfill an engagement. On | my return later in the day note was handed \ to me from the whilom owner of the book. | It was to the effect that the Thompson's
 Seasons had been given with the rest of the ! books by mistake, that 1t was 8 valued relic
 and that in the event of its having been sold \ I was commissioned to repurchsse 1t at any price. The 'any price' was undersoored.
 need not say that the book was return
 ed. My boy, who took the book back, cam' home to me with note of thanks, in whici
 was enclosed $20 bill. afterwards learn
 ed that the book was portion of an ex
 ceedingly pathetic romance, the shadow O.
 which had cast a gloom over the entire Tiff I of the gentleman in question.
 s'Nearly year back the library of de
 ceased collector who had resided on tn
 Heights came under the hammer. It wa
 sold by the heir of the property. who, whil
 he inherited his fathers money, did no
 share in the old gentlemsn's literary tastes
 Some fifty or sixty of the more valuabl
 | books came to my hands, among them bein;
 large and profusely illustrated Saints Rest . On the broad margin on top of the first pag , was written in bold characters, Who use
 this book will 6nd his reward Glsncin
 over the volume I noted the fact that one o the fly leaves was missing and that the inne l side of the first cover was of the same pape in as the remaing fyleaf, and that it was muc
 softer to the touch than mere cardboard. T . | one who is accustomed to books as I am, was not hard to instantly divine that the fly , leaf had been pasted down on the cover, an , over some foreign body. A close examinatio
 confirmed my suspicion. Well, to shorte , the story, used steam; the fyleaf was raii ed, and there carefully and snugly arrange } underneath were five $50 bills. The mea1 , ing of the inscription on the interior f1yles was now plain. notified the heir, but h, in the first flush of the enjoyment of bi ] | fortune, replied that the book was my pun chase, and consequently the money was mine didn't attempt to dispute the point.