The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1895-08-30

Evening Intelligence. "Have you seer
the paper tonight?"
"No," replied George, whose back
was turned, ''nor want to. I'm sick of
the whole thing. You knew, for told
you, couldn't risk anything under the
circumstances unless it was absolutely
certain -
"And that what you call 'risk?'"
"Oh, hang! I know it's my own
fault-only don't bother me with any
more of these fine tales. "
"Now, I call this very unkind of you,
George" said Scherer, injured. II do
indeed" And so saying Mr.. Scherer
cast an eye down the money column.
When it reached "Gold Bugs" that
particular eye fared up like a fusee.
"Now, what should you say if Gold
Bugs went up again to %, eh?"
"Rot''
"Right you are, dear boy. Rot, is
it? Well, well, you think misled you
about that little deal, eh?'
"Well, if you want plain speaking,
Mr.. Scherer, think you did P"
anu Oou 1lIC1uSS SSOlSO!
This is what comes of trying to do
man a good turn! Now, what do you
say if 1 offer to take those shares off
your hands again, since you're so cut
up over 'em?"
cat shilling apiece, suppose. Ha,
hal"
ga shilling apiece? No, sir; not at
"a shilling apiece I'll give you what
you gave for 'em and "a shilling apiece
over to soothe your injured feelings.
What dye think of that?"
Mr. Scherer found his magnanimity so
exhilarating that he drew himself up,
threw open his coat and slipped Georges
Evening Intelligence into his own
pocket.
"You doubt my honesty and my good
faith, eh, my dear SIR" he said, pull
ing out his checkbook and roll of
notes. Last week you paid me $780, If
you will be SO good as to hand me back
the scrip, I shall have much pleasure in
handing you my check for e362 1Os., Or
Perhaps he added, with cutting sar-
casm, "since you doubt my honesty you
would prefer Bank of England notes?''
George, who had risen, half dazed,
had just enough presence of mind to
gasp in his astonishment:
eff it's all the same toyou, I should. "
Certainly, my dear sir. -
hI'm only delighted to hand it back
to you," said George fervently as he
passed over the scrip and received the
crisp notes and cleaning gold in ex-
change.
"And yet, strange to say" laughed
Scherer, II can assure you I'm no less
delighted to take it back. Ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, hal" for some moments the
cachination prevented speech. When
Scherer found breath, he remarked to
his bewildered friend: My dear George,
let me give you q word of advice-in
fact, two words. Don't doubt your
friends honesty again, and when you
hold active shares keep a sharp eye on
the papers. Ha, ha, ha!"
"The papers?" echoed Littlecash
Why, no, haven't seen tonight's s paper
yet," and he struck a bell.
eyes, sir?" said the office boy.
"Where's tonight's evening paper,
Tippetts?'
"Ain't come in yet, sir"
"Oh, yes, it has," corrected Mr..
Scherer, choking with laughter as he
produced The Evening Intelligence. ~
just-iust mechanically picked it up for
moment myself "a
But the office boy triumphed.
"That's hold one, sir. Tonight's
amt come in not yet, sir. -
mot come imp shrieked Scherer,
turning to the date, "Why, good Lord!
The d-zd papers month oldv"
Mr.. Scherer's exclamations as he sank
into Georges chair We're so shockingly
profane that even the office boy turned
pale and expected a flash of lightning.
George got his friend out Of the office
at last, but made a point of handing
him back the odd e12 lotto soothe
his feelings" The wedding took place,
and Uncle Piper will never know the
particulars of Georges tirst~=and last
little adventure on the Stock Exchange.
st. James Budget,