Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-10-18

publishing house of the Scribners, looking
at new books in the salesroom and especi-
ally admiring a beautiful volume of "Hia-
watha," illustrated by Remington, who
makes such truthful frontier horses and-I
had almost said such truthful Indians.
While was thus engaged 1 saw at dis
tance a Chicago gentleman who published a
book for me once. 1 met him when we made
the contract, about five years ago, and ex-
pected to see him every go days after that
at which time l was to receive statement
and check, but instead of all this he began to
build and also bought team. Well, for
those reasons I did not see him any more,
and so was not quite sure that it was he
in fact it was not, but felt sure it must be.
However, was we'll dressed and wished to
let the Chicago man know that we New
Workers are courteous and kindly race of
people, so as looked well and had my new
fall hat, I thought would ask him up to my
club, blow him off, as it were, have dinner
with cake and preserves and practically
have time of it, allowing bygones to be by
cones.
TAKEN FOR A BUNKo MAN.
1 sailed gladly up to him and assumed q
well-bred attitude which my coachman has
taught me on rainy days this summer
"Good morning, Mr.. Skeezix,"I said
Skeezix was not the name of the man
knew, but it ought to be. ''Good morning,
Mr.. Skeesix. When did you leave Chi
cago?"
He looked at me as one does who has been
bunkoed only a week or so before and whose
fostering wound is torn open afresh by a
new bunko man. He turned a little pale and
and put his hand to the pocket which con-
tanned his pass With the other hand he
felt for the bright, new and massive watch
chain with the gold horse hanging from it
as charm.
''That is not my name, sir" he said, with
dry lips and husky voice '"The man you
want is coming this evening. He has car
load of watermelons.
'sNo,"I said, "he is not in the watermelon
line. He is publisher. Are you not Mr..
Skeezix?"
mo, sir; I am not Mr. skeezix, and I am
not going to tell you who 1 am so that you
can go around the corner and tell your part
ner either"
Just then Mr.. Scribner came along and
said "good morning." as he called me by
name, and we chatted on pleasantly about
books, of which 1 am passionately fond, buy
ing almost everything of value that has
pretty binding, so that now have one of
the prettiest little Libraries in the East.
EFFECT OF A STRAIGHT TIP.
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humanity who had done me the cruel wrong
to take me for bunko man. He was evil
IDENTIFY asking the salesman something.
When he had gorged his curiosity for eight
or nine seconds he went out of the door
hurriedly, leaving large S18 Bible which
he had paid for but forgot to take with
him.
The above is substantially true. Once 1 |
met a gentleman at dinner in st. Louis
and we talked for half an hour, being
neighbors at the table. A year afterward |
was in New York and did not know a single |
human being; and, may add, only one |
married one.
Suddenly on the street one day when I |
was walking-walking in imitation of |
man who is walking toward some place |
which he has in his mind and not succeed |
ing very we'll with the imitation-all at |
once, when 1 would have given 500 for the |
sight Of familiar face, no matter whose, 1 |
saw my dinner acquaintance coming.
need not say that 1 was glad. 1 hailed |
him with welcome that was no doubt a |
little too boisterous for New York. 1t was
too unstudied and glad But you must re-
member that measly landlady who was
constantly borrowing money of me and /
weeping on my vest was the only one in the
citv whom I knew, and L wanted to meet
some one who was healthy and normal and
who could talk with me.
HE LIED ABOUT HIS NAME.
He drew himself up to his full height,
which made his little tan colored box coat
look like Garibaldi waist on him, and said
in deep chest notes-ice chest notes: 81 beg
your pardon, sir, but you are mistaken. L
do not know you, sir.
1 can still remember how nice and white
his teeth were as he said it, and how he
looked like man who is having a three
quarter picture taken to send to one he
loves. He was good-looking man, and as
I stood there fell unconsciously into COM