Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1893-08-25
NOT WON BY WAITING.
Rogers Wanted That $50, but He Didn't

GetIt.
Calcraft, who used to act in the Dog
STAR owed John R. Rogers $50, and the
latter had Judgment for the amount.
"Now, am tired of waiting" said Rog-
ers as he met Calcraft some time ago on
upper Broadway, land you've got to pay
the money right away or something will
happen"
"Why, really" said Calcraft, with bland
smile, II haven't got the money on me,
my boy, but las if struck with sudden
inspiration) I'll tell you what III do. I'll
get it for you if you'll come with me-"
"Where to and how far'"
ITO the drug store about three blocks
from here. The owner is a friend Of mine
and will lend me the money, but We'll have
to hurry, as want to catch that 4:50 New
Haven train"
Conciliated with prospect of getting his
money, the creditor readily accompanied
Calcraft to the drug store, which they
found on their entrance to be fairly filled
with customers "Confound it," said Cal
craft, "just my luck. and am in hurry
too. I must see Mr.. Smith and explain
my Grand" Hestepped forward and went
behind tho prescription desk, where the
proprietor received him with cordial
smile. Calcraft held whispered CONVEX
sation with Mr.. Smith, frequently indicat-
ing the patient creditor by motion Of his
hand. Then he called Rogers up to the
desk as he hurriedly glanced at his watch.
"Mr. Smith will fix that for you," he
said. II must run to catch my train now.
By BY" and off he went.
"That's all right. SIR" said the druggist
In kindly tone to the creditor, lust sit
down few minutes, and will settle that
affair of yours"
John R. Rogers sat down with a sigh of
relief and waited TO- Is, 20, minutes At the
end Of that time the druggist Joined him
and motioned him to follow him into pri-
vate room, where, after closing the door, he
told him to be seated.
"Now, SIR" he said cheerily, "how long
has this affair been going on9"
"Oh, T guess it's over year now"
"Over a Year,"
why, yes, it's good deal over year"
"Well, for heavens sake, why didn't you
come to me before? could have fixed you
mighty quick"
How the deuce did l know you could fix
it?"
But you might have gone to somebody
else Anybody in the business could have
given you advice"
advice be hanged want money. |
am tired of advice"
But haven't you got money to pay for
adviceS" asked the druggist cautiously.
Certainly have. But what's the use Of
throwing good money after bad? Ihave a
Judgment against him, and that's enough"
Against whom?"
Against Calcraft, of course"
What forS"
what for? Why, for the $50 you are to
pay me-"
me to pay your" calculated the aston.
ished druggist rising from his chair. "See
here, what are you talking about, manW
VI am talking about my $780," thundered
the now wrathful Rogers, land heard you
distinctly say that you would settle that
affair Of mine"
Listen" gasped the druggist, ARE you
mad or am /? don't know the man from
Adam. He confided to me that you were
suffering from sleeplessness and hypochon-
dria and needed advice and medicine He
never said word about money, but l UNI
derstood from him that you would pay well
for treatment"
Johnnie Rogers crawled out into the
street, went home and kicked himself, and
the druggist has vowed never to listen to
patients by proxy again.. Armory Knox
in Mount Vernon News.