The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1889-11-14
Anaersuts gatelIigenter.
Judged By His Clothes.

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One of the leading citizens of vii.
mington, N. G., was John Dawson. As
banker he had accumulated large for.
tune, which was 80 securely invested that
even the ravages of the var left it unira-
paired. Mr.. Dawson rose ffoth humble
origin. He had Come over from Ireland
when lad in the s.eerage of the same
ship which brought Alexander T. Stew.
art. The two boys formed firm friend.
ship, which lasted through life. They
maintained correspondence and grew
prosperous, each in his own locality,
though the New Workers. wealth
expanded with a marvellous rap!dity.
Immediately after 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 shockingly bad suit Of butternut
naukeen. His wife was hardly better
clothed. Entering the huge dry goods
palace of the merchant prince, M.. Daw-
son gazed around for his old friend. A
dapper floor walker stepped up brusque-
ly:
"Well, sir" said be, "what can we do
for you2"
II want to see Mr.. Stewart" said Mr..
Dawson.
Gle is busy, sir, and has no time to
see you."
80, I didn't know. I'll just look
around, then, If you have no objection"
The clerk thought he was some coun-
try.man who wanted to see Mr.. Stewart
through curiosity. The old fellow stared
around and attracted considerable atten,
tion from the gaily dressed ladies who
thronged the store. The underling con.
cluded it was about time to interfere, so
he walked up and said:
"I told you it was no use to wait fer
Mr.. Stewart. He is very busy and has
no time for any Que like you. Now,
unless you wish to buy something you
had better be going."
"Mr. Stewart doesn't want to see me,
YOU saw. Young man ?" asked Mr.. Daw-
son, dreamily.
"I don't need to repeatit third time, !"
replied the clerk. "You had better 60
al 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, Aleck," shouted Mr.. Dawson.
The dry goods millionaire stopped and
started. Then he rushed up and threw
lis arms around the rough old fellow in
the butternut suit.
"Why, John, where did you come
from? Ny dear fellow, I am perfectly
delighted to see you. Why didn't you
let me know you were here7"
-"I tried to, but that young man"
But the officious clerk had disappeared
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 tail
or's. You must have some decent
clothes right away. Where is Mrs. Daw.
SON? You must both come right to my
house and stay"
So he ran on as he actually dragged
his old friend to his carriage.
The oficious clerk tried to keep out of
sight every time he cav Mr.. Dawson
coming, but the latter took malicious
pleasure in running across him every
time he came into the store and bowling
to him. Finally, the clerk came one
day and, abjectly apologiziug, begged
that Mr.. Dawson would not carry the
story of his rudeness to the proprietor.
Mr.. Dawson gave him good humored
tongue lashing and let him 60.