St. Landry democrat., 1892-04-16

bowed respectfully, an amenity which
they had neglected upon his entrance.
When he was enclosed within the hand
some private office Campbell grasped him
cordially by the hand.
"Hallo, Sam!" he cried. "Glad to see
you. This is something like old times at
Harvard! Why have you kept away so
long?"
Now Sam did not care to give his
reason-which had been q careless
acquiescence with the popular Judgment
so he feebly said that he didn't know.
"Well, l can guess" replied Camp
bell. "You always float with the tide.
You've gotten among the breakers, too,
hear, and no life-boat has put out for
you"
"No," said Sam, with a faint smile.
"My friends are oil too busy. One has
married wife, another has purchased q
yoke of oxen, don't you know"
"Oh, yes, know l could have weighed
them all for you long ago in two-penny
balance. Now, l needn't ask you what
you want. You are hard up. How much,
old fellow, how much?
II am hungry"
"Now, look here, Sam. This sort OF
thing won't do. You did mo many q
favor at harvard with your aptitude for
Greek and Calculus, though you've for
gotten oil about it by this tine, | sup
pose; but l don't forget. l would give
you half my income willingly, but ii
wouldn't benefit you, you are so deucedly
impraticable; besides, you don't want to
be dependent, do your"
"Indeed, I don't. tell you I'm
hungry" r.
"You want to >rehabilitate yourself
now don't you? You want to be respected
in this blessed burgh, and have your
fellows citizens speak of you as oul
promising young townsman?"
81 want something to eat worst OF oil
but of course do
"Well, look here. I'm philosopher
and have my theories OF life. la LIKE
to exploit one, if you've no objection
Follow my advice and I'll make an or
thodox model of you. Here's five hun
dred dollars lend this to you for three
months, on interest, mind. Go and ap
pease that yearning stomach. Buy new
clothes and shoes first of all, hire you
old apartments and offices, then come #
me tomorrow morning. BY this time
my theory will be formulated and read,
for practice. Good-day."
Sam rushed from top to bottom of
neighboring restaurants bill-of-fare
The next morning he called upon tn
young millionaire, and was ushered
once into his presence.
"Just look over this package" sal
Campbell, carelessly.
Sam gingerly fingered the crisp con
Fifty one-thousand-dollar billsl" h
gasped.
II thought so. That's right. Nov
I'll explain what you are to do. Have yo
q bank account"
II had one."
"Well, 20 to the bank and deposi
these bills to your credit. Do it in tn
most matter-of-fact way. Make no eS
plantations, answer no impertinent ques
tions. Let it stay there. Live on tn
five hundred dollars, stick conscientiousl
| 10 your OtllCS, OLA WALL oSsIA
the business, l wager"
"But-" began Sam.
"Thereis no but. Idon't give you on
cent of it; | expect it back when | as
for it. You are trustworthy, aren't you
Why, of course Now do as Isay."
And Sam, nervously buttoning hi
coat over the precious bundle, hastene
away as if each shadow were lurkin
robber.
He went straightway to the Lock
Bank. AS he entered, the bookkeepe
called sharply to him:
"Mr. Slickens, your account is over
drawn sixty-nino cents. The presider
wished me to direct your particular a
tention to it. y
VERY WE'LL" replied Sam. I'm ju:
going to make deposit
The clerk rolled his tongue in HI
cheek and winked toward his admirin
associates.
Sam made out his deposit slip with tn
elaboration Of q capitalist, and the
handed the book and the money to til
teller.
"Well, I'll be blanked!" muttered til
surprised official as he wet his finger
thrice in his count.
"Did you speak?" questioned Sam, 81
verely.
"Oh, no, sir; not at ALL"
care you quite sure?'
II be e pardon, sir, but l just rubbe
my favorite corn; it's enough to make
cherub swear. Will YOU draw again
this to-day, sir?'
"Oh, no; it's not necessary"
every good, sir. Good morning, si1
But, beg pardon, by the way, wouldn
you like to step behind and see our ne
tlme-lock? It's really wonderful"
"Not now, young nun, I'm busy" sa
Sam, grandly, as he walked toward II
! door.
On the porch he met Mr.. Cashleig1
) the bank president, entering. That di
nitary looked upon him with an III
friendly eye.
Morning" he grunted in reply
Sans polite salutation.
"Old Bricks and Mortar will new
weaken" unused Sam, as be sauntert
toward the office. "Poor Agnes! POI
me! There is 10 hope in that quarter
} Now the Agnes to whom he referr'
was the only daughter of Mr.. Cashleig
| He had formed her acquaintance thr'
) years before through these somewhat u
, usual circumstances. It was one blu
tering day that Sam had strutted l
, Main street with all the important
, that weighty legal business demand
} He was, in fact, going to get shaved, b
) why advertise it? He gazed upon hous
and wayfarers, and seemed to see Il
homes and the persons of future client
, But little distance ahead of him the
tripped dainty figure that soon co
centrated wandering eyes and thought
} Surely, if outlines told the truth, tn