Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1890-03-12
JUDGED BY HIS CLOTHES.
How Dude Floor Walker Insulted ON
of a. Il. Stewards Frfenda

How Dude Floor Walker Insulted One
of A. T. Stewards Frienda
One OF the leading citizens OF Wilmin gton,
N. Z, was John Dawson, says the Wash
lnRton Post As a banker he accumulated q
large fortune, which was so securely In
vested that even the rsvages OF the war
left 1t unimpaired. Mr.. Dawson arose from
humble origin. He had come over from
Ireland when a lad in the steerage Of the
same ship which brought Alexander I.
Stewart The two boys formed a warm
friendship, which lasted through life they
maint lined correspondence and grew pros
porous, each IN his own locality, though the
New Workers. 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 a 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 floor-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, l 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
and attracted considerable attention from
the gayly-dressed ladies who thronged the
store. The underling concluded it was
about time to interfere, so he walked up
and said:
II told you II 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 manw asked MIR. Dawson,
dreamily.
~ don't need to repeat it a third time,n
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, Aleck!" 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 front
My dear fellow, L am perfectly delighted to
see you. Why didn't you let me know you
were herer'
II tried to, but that young man"
But the oficious clerk Lad disappeared at
the first greeting.
Where did you get that suiti" asked
Stewart. my carriage is right at the door.
Get right in and come to the tailor's. You
must have some decent clothes right away
Where is Mrs. Dawsons 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 of1cious clerk tried to keep out Of
sight every time he saw Mr.. Dawson COM
ing, but the latter took malicious pleas
ure in running across him every time he
came into the store and bowling to him.
Finally the clerk came one day and, alb
jectly apologizing, begged that Mr.. Dawson
would not carry the story of his rudeness
to the proprietor. MIR Dawson gave him a
good-humored tongue-lashing and let him
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