The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-29
A Trying Time for Cyrus Higgins.

A small mas, In O snur celorsd suit aud q
straw hat walked into az Office on Liberty
street one day last week, says the New York
Tribune, set down q satchel and q flour bag,
from which protruded pair Of yellow chicken
legs, wiped his heated brow and said:
"nn Iookin' for Cyrus Higgins"
You see him?" responded the man at the
drss deal, briefly.
"Well. I'm glad TO see you," remarked the
| stranger. I'm a Higgins myself Same name
and same front name Fact is. Cyrus we kinder
oouldn't agree to put In different middle names
or get trade marks or something"
Where do you live?" asked the man at the
desk, with some interest
Jersey" said the visitor, CHANGING APOLOGIZE,
| cally at the yellow legs. DO business on Bar
clay street"
Where we're you raisedr'
"Connecticut. guess we're not related, " re-
marked ths man at the desk. coldly.
"Meobe not, Cyrus. l didn't come In here
ohasn' strawberry marks and long-lost broth
ers. l am here for business"
What do you mean"
well. you and go to the same laundry, and
IN tired drawing Cyrus Higgins clothes, and,
instead OF getting my own, getting some of the
man frame.
Something wrong" protested the Office Hig-
gins;
There's nothing wrong, )" reioined the other
holly. Pm here TO settle this Look at that
collar, he continued, extracting huge affair.
with ragged flaps, from the satcheL. That
dreadful thing was passed off on me in place
OF handsome new collar"
1T isn't mine" protested the other Higgins.
ut is yours" said the visitor, raising his voice,
sternly. ITS got your name on the inside" he
added, exhibiting the plain lettering wiChin.
A litter went around the office. The confer
ence was so exciting that work had been gen
orally suspended.
"A man that wears the linen you do contln-
ued the avenging Higgins. with growing intig-
nation, ought to be showed up. Look at
that he added, fishing up enormous cotton
sock of coarsest make and fairly perforated
with holes Another and another followed rap
idly, of varying colors and equal dilapida-
ton. Upon each appeared the telltale name
Cyrus Higgins, and each was greeted with a
shout The unfortunate Cyrus looked ready TO
faint. He turned almost purple fidgeted
about and kept up constant but feeble and in
coherent denials. The socks were followed by
three or four cheap and ragged cotton hand
kerchlefs, some with loud polka dots and some
without, on each Of which appeared the same
bold Cyrus Higgins.
20 that isn't all, you--reprobate. exclaimed
the wrathtul stranger, diving deeper into the
satchel-a ragged and extraordinary garment
began TO appear. The unhappy Higgins looked
at the pile Of grotesque and tattered stuff on
his desk, rapidly growing larger, gave fright
ened glance a. the eager crowd Of clerks and
at the two pretty typewriters, who seemed
equally interested, and then he grabbed the Wis
iting Higgins by the arm, dragged him to the
door and said hoarsey, "How much do you
want to get out of here?"
We'll call it ten. Cyrus I've lost about $40
worth of clothes -
We'll, here's the money. Get out of here
and never let me see you again. you miserable
fraud"
You're a square man, Cyrus" commented
the visitor. as he gathered up the satchel and
the -four bag, and disappeared. A moment
later he joined short man who was waiting at
the corner
What luck!"
Fair"
All muchY"
Ten, Move along Jake. The chicken might
SPOIL"