Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-04-30
suNco.MAN sAMBoozLED.


All Is Not Green That Looks So, and It's
Never Too Late to.Learn.
A rather green-l looking young fellow
sauntered into a bar-room uptown the
other evening and looked around the
walls and up Mt the ceiling and at the
ornaments behind the bar in a way that
betokened stranger seeing the sights
of the metropolis. He sat down at one
of the little tables and ordered drink,
which he slipped in a lonely way.
A keen-eyed, quietly-dressed, elderly
man had followed the stranger In, and
now he sat down at the other side of
the same table. He too ordered drink,
but seemed to take no notice whatever
of his neighbour. As he set down his
glass, however, he awkwardly knocked
IL over and little of the dregs of the
liquor it had in IL ran across the table.
Hastily apologizing, the awkward man
called the waiter to wipe of the table,
and at the same time he expressed a
| hope that the accident had not annoyed
| any body. This remark he addressed
SO pointedly to the man opposite, that
the latter could not but reply.
Don't mention il" he said, looking
for the first time straight into the face
his neighbour. Accidents will happen"
| "By Jove," exclaimed the other: "If
you're not young Harold Smith, I'll eat
my hat"
THAT'S my name," replied the stran-
ger, in a surprised voice, but don't rec
ognizeyou."
Don't remember James Wilson,"
"No."
''of Wilson & Bangs9"
| No"
Hardware merchants?'
"No."
t'Of ScrantonP"
"No."
Scranton. PAP"
'sNo."
"You're son of Harold Smith, real.
estate agent, of Scranton, aren't you?'
eyes"
Sand yet you don't remember me9"
'No."
"Why, was the senior member of
Wilson & Bangs in 1875, and was close
friend and n good customer of your
worthy father, young fellow, and,
though you don't remember me, re-
member seeing you many's the time in
the old Office there near the court house,
before left Scranton some, years ago"
SIS that sop
"Yes, indeed; that's so. And if there
is anything can do for the son of my
old friend, I'd like to know it."
'"That's kind of you, Mr.. Wilson, ~
said the young fellow. PAS struck II
rich since you left Scranton and have
come up to New York for the first time
TO see the town. The old gentleman is
generous with me, you know, and
have plenty of money to do the thing
in style, but I don't know anyone here
and I'm afraid to make friends with
strangers for fear should meet dishon.
est people; but now that I have found
an old friend of my fathers, why its
all right. You'll show me around, won't
your" and he pulled out big roll Of
bills to pay for his drink.
''That I will, my boy, right gladly
for my old friends sake, as well as
your own" said the elder man as his
eyes snapped at the sight of the money
'Now that come to think of it, I re
member hearing my father speak O.
you, Mr.. Wilson"
''No doubt
"Your firm got into temporary EN-
barrassment and made an assignment
Eyes"
'There's an unpaid balance on oul
books OF eleven dollars against 20,
yet"
ST don't remember it,
''I'm my fathers boolskeeper ant
there's no doubt about it. Now, i
you're an honest man, Mr.. Wilson
you'll pay me that eleven dollars riEA
here and I'll give you a receipt for it
If you won't I don't want to have any
thing more to say to you"
Mr.. Wilson looked the green youns
man over slowly from top to toe. H,
saw nothing but innocent honesty ant
he thought of that big roll of bills
"Here's the eleven dollars" he said
drawing ten and a one out of his wal
let and handing them over. ''Neve
mind the receipt, but let's go for stroll
up Broadway"
} The young fellow took the clever
dollars, folded them with his own roll
and remarked: ''Good night, Mr.. VIII
son. have no further use for you.'
The older man jumped up. almos
livid in the face with rage. He opene,
his mouth as if to yell shower of ex
pletives, but the young fellow with
quiet smile raised his finger warningl,
and said: Don't make a bigger foo
of yourself than you have already, MI
Wilson. Bunco works both ways. Yo,
can't expect to win every time. Ira
Ia, now. Trot along"
| The older bunco-steerer hung hi
head and walked off without saying
word, dazed by the preternatura
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