Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1893-12-16
A TERRIBLE REvENGS.
4 D..sias s-vonged Cheese Gets Even witt
Tsich Banker.

4 D.sP,. ,--~onged Cheese Gets Even With
Eich Banker.
robert Bullion, the wealthy end luxu-
rious banker, sat in his rich EoD Hill dia-
ing room alone. We say alone bccauss
finished sumptuous repast and now re.
clined in his cushioned chair, reading the
latest, fifth edition, extra, evening paper.
Anon he slipped the small black coffee in
which he thopghtlessly, carelessly dangled
Golden Gate souvenir spoon. Presently
without stirring, he raised his eyes.
James" he called in the voice of one &C
customed to a great command of language.
The functionary appeared.
''Cheese, said Robert Bullion. His voice
was large and resonant.
Presently the door opened again and some
thing came in and sat upon the table.
Silence reigned again. Robert Bullion
had found something new in the silver
question in the paper. Ere long, still with
out any movement, Mr.. Bullion said slowly:
lis that you, cheese?
Yves, sir" said Limberger in a rich,
creamy tone of voice. Linn always speaks
for himself.
Come Closer" said the banker.
The cheese obeyed.
Continuing without any upward glance,
the rich man took the cheese in his right
hand with some tongs.
Il just sent for you to say that you have
been especially invited to be present at this
elmer" the banker said. Then he bit a
large crescent in the cheese and shuckled
ct the dryness of his own humer.
It was late at night. Robert Bullion had
attended to all his lodge duties and now re-
tired. He sank slowly into the soft en-
brace of his couch 1t was very expensive
feather and cider down couch.
He was very drowsy. He fancied that he
was just about to sleep, but he was mis-
taken. He awoke with troubled start
He was not in his own room. No, he was
not in bedroom at ALL He was In some
pantry. It looked familiar. In fact, it was
familiar. 1t was his own pantry, and he
was curled up in horribly cramped posi-
ton in dish on one of the big, high shelves.
This was simply awful. He was totally
unable to move or help himself.
Outside in the dining room he heard tho
rattle of dishes. Some one was eating an
cNculllS ulcdl. 1uCIO W dS u lOAH, IdIIOh
ing silence. Then he heard a voice-strong,
rich, creamy-say James"
He then heard his flunky go into the din
ing room.
Bullion" was all the voice said.
The butler came, took him down, dish
and all, and permitted him to walk over
and get upon the table in the dining room.
Resistance to these details seemed impossi-
BILE.
In his accustomed cushioned chair, read
ing the latest, fifth edition, extra, evening
paper, sat large, sleek we'll to do Linn
berger cheese. Anon Linn slipped a small
black Coffee which he gently agitated with
Golden Gate souvenir spoon.
Ere long the rich cheese spoke
''Is dot you, Bullys"
Eyes, sir" said Mr.. Bullion.
"Come closer, Bobby"
Robert obeyed.
II yoost send fur you to inform you dat
you huff been elected to be present at desa
high junks," said the cheese, with slight
German accent. Thereupon the cheese bit
large crescent out of Mr.. Bullion's stom.
ach and chuckled over the joke which it
had cracked.
Mr.. Bullion tainted with the pain IN his
abdomen. When he recovered, what there
was left of him was again upon the shelf
in the pantry awaiting the next meal. He
was weak and exhausted. His stomach
still panied him intensely. He rolled over
in his anguish and fell headlong over the
edge of the shelf.
When he came to himself, which he did
when be struck bottom, he was upon the
Aoor of his own bedroom again.
He staggered to his feet and dragged him.
self hurriedly to where he could get bran
dy toddy.
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The daily papers said one day:
Robert Bullion, the wealthy banker who
has been suffering from severe attack OF
govt, is recovering as rapidly as can be ex
pected. "-Brooklyn Life.