The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-03-12
JUDGED BY HIS CLOTHES
How Dude Floor-Wafker Insulted
One Of A. T. Stewards Friends.

How a Dude Floor-Wafker Insulted
One OF At. Stewards Friends.
One Of the leading citizens of Will
mington, N. G., was John Dawson,
says the Washington Post. AS a
banker he accumulated large for
tune, which was so securely Invested
that even the ravages Of the war left
1T unlmpaired. Mr.. Dawson arose
from humble origin. He had come
over from Ireland when lad in the
Storage of the same ship which
brought Alexander T. Stewart. The
two boys formed warm friendship,
which lasted through life. They
maintained correspondence and
grew prosperous, each in his own
locality, though the New Workers.
wealth explained with marvellous
rapidity.
Immediately at the close of the
war Dawson hurried to New
York. The strangled commerce
of the South had left her mar,
cts bare, and, though wealthy
Mr.. Dawson could only command a
shockingly bad suit ofbutternut nan
keen. 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 foor-walker STEP
ped up brusquely:
10 ~M We a sir" said he, "what can We
III want to see Mr.. Stewart" said
Mr.. Dawson.
"He is busy, sir, and has no timeto
see YOU"
'sOh, I didn't know. I'll just look
arouud then, if you have no objec-
tion."
The clerk thought he was some
country-man who wanted to see Mr..
Stewart out Of curiosity. The old
fellow started around and attracted
considerable attention from the gay
addressed ladies who thronged the
store. The underling concluded 1t
was about time to interfere, so he
walked up and said:
II told you it was no use to wait
for MIR. Stewart. He is very busy
and has no time for any one like you.
Now, unless you wish to buy some
thing, you had better be going"
S'Mr. Stewart doesn't want to see
me, you say, young MANI" asked Mr..
Dawson, dreamily.
II don't need to repeat it third
time 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 count
ing room.
''Hello, Aleck!' shouted Mr.. Daw-
son.
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
from? My dear fellow, am perfect
ly delighted to see you. Why didn't
you let me know you we're here?"
III tried to, out thatyoung man.
But the officious clerk had disap-
peared 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 tailor's. must have
some decent clothes right away.
Where is Mrs. Dawson? 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 officious clerk tried to keep out
of sight every time he saw Mr.. Daw-
son coming, but the latter took a
malicious pleasure in running across
him every time he came into the store
and bowling to him. Finally the
clerk came one day and, abiectly
apologizing, begged that Mr.. Dawson
would not carry the story of mis-
rudeness to the proprietor. Mr..
Dawson gave him a good-humored
tongue-lashing and let him go.