The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-10-01
AT THE FAIR,

book that he got just before he left there.
He says that no bank will ever get him
again. He is tolerable hot about it and
says that all bank is for is to take the
deposits Of honest men and loan them
to "men Of push and enterprise" that
have good time at other folks expense
and then take paris green, saying, "Adoo,
kind friends, Pm going home"
Pole Muzzy says he's about decided to
go on prolonged debauch when he goes
home, where it won't cost so much. For
20 years he has sort of yearned for an al
coholic outing, but did not have real
good excuse. Now he feels like "letting
the tail go with the hide" as he tersely
puts it. You know Pole was always
terse.
He's the man that wrote home from
the war that he was just going to ton
serial artist to get his tonsils removed.
I've known many of a man in my life,
Henry, but Pole Muzzy rather oversizes
anybody ever knew in his easy flow of
language.
For the word finally, for instance, he
always said financially. When dug my
celebrated Hoosick well, he said would
financially get it done, and did. got
1T in the nose-fnancially.
He's the man that rides around in the
set down chairs, as he calls them here at
the fair-meaning sedan chairs.
Speaking Of bank failures reminds me
OF Jim Kelley-Black Jim, we called
him. He failed in the lumber business
in the fifties up on the Nimmycoggin,
but in 10 years he had managed to pay
up everything but claim of $1S due to
Lo Bartlett. One day he met Lo on the
street and gave him check for the
amount, for he had deposited it for that
very purpose, Lo being out on the Trim
belle buying stove bolts.
The bank is long since sunk in oblivion,
having gone into that business about
half an hour after Black Jim put his
money in there. Running across Lo O
little while after, he gave him check
for the amount.
why, that won't co." says Lo. "The
bank has closed its DOORS"
"What! says Jim, getting a shade or
two darker.
"Why, she's wreck" says Lo. "No-
tice on the door says she may go into
liquidation, but at present it is deemed
advisable, owing to stringency of the
panic, to close"
Jim went over to the presidents room
and knocked sort of gentle as he could,
considering that he had fist that could
have knocked down O. week'sreceiptsh here
at the fair if he'd of been that kind of n
man.
"Who's there?" was the statement Of a
voice inside.
Its me-" says Jim, "Jim Kelley
Black Jim Kelley of the Nimmycoggin--
and I'm in something of hurry"
"Well, we're very busy now. Kelley.
Can't you come again this EVENING"" ex-
claimed the demonetized but silvery
voice.
"That will be too remote; 1 am very
busy myself" said James the brunette,
jerking an iron hitching post out of the
sidewalk and sanding his hands, like the
man at the bat. Now is the accepted
time. Will you open the door, or shall
open it?"
The president with the bullion voice
opened it, for it was q good door and be-
longed to him personally. 1t was not
bank assets. e49
Black Jim turned the key in the door
after he came in and began killing flies
on the counter with his iron hitching
post.
"What DO you want of me!' exclaimed
the president, taking II large sight draft
out of II tall bottle marked .'Mucilage,"
but smelling more like tile matriculating
room of hichloride institute. What
are You iltruding here forf''
Il wanted to see you with regards to
a certificate of deposit I've got here call
ing for SIS"
1--WE cannot pay it. Everything is
gone. We have taken cash on deposit
and loaned on approved security. but we
cannot realize at once upon our securi-
ties. All we want is confidence"
$50 you are one Of these here conf
dence men I've heard tell of, are youg"
No, no; not that; not that! Oh, me
Gawd, that should be called a conf
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