The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1890-04-05

to tho lobby of the R Hotel he sent
up his card to a celebrated politician.
A few moments later his paper bore a
name of National reputation. Tho
politician had not even looked at the
bank president at the first glance.
Frothington's task was now an easy
one. Before business hours were over
his document bore twenty-seven sigma
lures, each one of them name known
to all men from Maine to Texas. No
body had read his scroll in such a way
as to gather its full meaning. He had
smiling countenance had treasured all
doubters, and the first name on hispaper
was magnet not to be resisted.
And now horrible thought entered
his mind as he turned homeward. Had
he enough stamps to complete his de-
sign? For the first time since he set out
the confident smile left his face, and his
features grew set and stern as he quick
ened his pace. Rushing to his room he
nervously unlocked his door, threw open
his desk and found-O, joy!-fifty two
cent stamps and pile of writing-paper
and envelopes. Seating himself as
though for long effort he drafted the
following letter:
Mr.. NGyOr: Will you kindly inform your ad.
visers that 1, Richard Frothington, pronounced
by Messrs.-(here he inserted his list of names)
to be the meanest man in New York City, in
tend to take up my abode in your town at once
unless 1 receive by the next mail the sum of
fifty dollars. I inclose the full text of my Gre
dentials. am a blight to any community.
Positively no reduction for cash.
He worked away for hours writing let
ters, addressing envelopes and cudgeling
his brains for the names of growing
towns in the West and Southwest. Final
ly his task was completed to his salts
faction. He mailed his letters, pawned
his cane and sleove-buttons and ate u
hearty dinner. When his cigar was
smoked out he returned to his room, sat
in meditation for awhile, and then,
weary with the sustained effort of the
day, went to bed and was soon sound
asleep.
How he existed for the next few days
it is hard to tell. 81 lived on my uncle"
he would have said himself, and it is
fact that even his oTercoat fell sacri-
flee to his vulgar craving for food-and
cigars. He told his landlady that he
expected remittance from the West,
and from the eager way in which he
watched the postman she was inclined
to believe him. A week went by and
he began to fear that his syndicate was
failure. Collapse in the Richard
Frothington Trust he imagined as
headline in the newspapers, and wan
smile overspread his pale face at the
thought.
One day, as he had just arisen and
was wondering where he could obtain
credit for a breakfast, a rap came to his
door and servant handed him three
letters. One was from town in Ala
bama, another from an ambitious city
in Nebraska and tho third from Big
town, Mont. His heart beat rapidly
and his hands trembled as he opened
the epistle from the South. TWAS very
short:
Mr.. Frothington.
Sir: Your communication received. Go to the
devil. Per order of the Common Council
"Whew" exclaimed Frothington. SIS
this Southern courtesy? But I'll have
my revenge. I'll disobey the order of
the common council"
Then he opened the letter from Ne
braska. 1t was not quite as harsh as the
preceding:
Dear Str: Thanks for your favor Of the til.
Can not entertain your proposition, as our
funds are completely exhausted by our effort
to obtain the Worlds Fair of 1892. Might
make you feature OF the show, II we get it.
Keep us informed Of your future movements.
This was not so bad, but could not be
turned into cash.
.Heartsick, Frothington opened the
communication from Bigtown, Mont.
To his delight and astonishment-fo
ae had lost faith in his scheme-a check
for fifty dollars fell into his hand. The
letter read;
Mr.. Frothington.
Dear Sir: AS our town now holds the near.
est man in the West we feel that your preH-
ence would be ru!nous. Please send us at once
a sworn affidavit to the effect that you will
never visit Bigtown.
Frothington jumped about the room
in ecstacy. He had sent out forty-fve
letters. If he obtained fifty dollars
apiece from one-third of them he would
have seven hundred and fifty dollars at
his command, enough to last him until
again inspired.
That afternoon, however, his delight
was somewhat dashed by the receipt of
two letters threatening him with prose-
cution for blacllmail. But with them
was another epistle containing a fifty
dollar check, so he cast dull care away
and spent the evening at the theater.
Ten letters reached him in tho morn
ing. Only three of them contained
money. One town in South Dakota
sent him twenty-five dollars. "Not,"
said the mayor, "because we recognize
your claim, but as reward for origin.
atty"
1t was not until two days later that
ne was handed the communication
which decided his fate. 1t was dated
from Slashington, Kan, and ran as fol-
lows:
Richard Frothington.
Honored SIR: You have doubtless heard of