The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-08-27

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sent paper-bound, absolutely fiSe on receipt
of II one-cent stamps to pay cost Of mailing
only, by the Worlds DispenSary, Buffalo, NY
even if terrapin We're high at that season
of the year. Butler had once been very
prosperous and had lived like gentleman
when he had the money to pay his wav
The terrapin was placed before Butler.
and on tasting it, he called to the waiter:
There is not enough sherry in this Bring
me chatting dish and pint of your best
sherry"
The waiter explained the situation to
Chamberlin. Let him have them re-
sponded Chamberlin, meanwhile watch
ing Butler from a protected position. No
sooner had he procured the sherry than he
proceeded to orders a cold quart bottle Of
the best champagne I'm the house.
Now Chambern had an American brand
Of the wine, and it was there on proba-
ton He instructed the waiter to get a
bottle of it, wash the label off and work
it off on Butler Chamberlin had misgiv-
ings, for he knew Butler was a fine judge
Of wine. However, he wanted to make the
test right there. Butler drank it with an
apparent relish, and not once did he com
plain.
On top of all that he had the unblushing
nerve to tell the waiter to bring a fifty
cent cigar. give him that, too" direct
ed Chamberlin.
Much to the surprise Of the proprietor,
when Butler had finished his repast he
quietly pulled from his pockets a twenty
dollar bill, and as he puffed away al the
fragrant cigar he in the most nonchalant
manner handed the waiter a dollar tip.
Chamberlin said he was never before
in his life so badly knocked out. There
was a man." said he, "who in his pros
porous days was one of the best judges
of viands and liquors / ever met. l ina
gined it was impossible to deceive him.
1t made me think afterward that I was
really as good a Judge of wines and IL
quors as any man who ever tasted them.
for no matter at what stage of the game
you caught me- the same trick could not
possibly have been worked on me-"
on another occasion George Butler went
to Chamberlin's establishment at Long
Branch and asked him to loan him s..
Chamberln, who had let him have so
much money, felt compelled to decline.
Generous as he was, there was a limit to
human endurance. you cannot get an
other cent from me, said Chamberlin.
There was a French ormulu clock on
the mantel. Picking up the timepiece,
Butler put 1t under one of his arms, and
as he rapidly left the house called out,
"Ta-ta, John; time is money" Chamber
lin enjoyed it very much and so fond was
he of jokes. he has repeatedly said he
was perfectly willing to have his fine clock
taken after hearing the witty expression
of Butler. Willingly he went to a pawn
shop later and paid IS to redeem the
French clock.
Louis N. Megargee, writing in the New
York Herald, relates the following story
of Chamberlin and the late Robert Car
rett:
John Chamberlin, to refer to another
phase of his many-sided character, while
one of the gentlest of men, has often
shown himself a man of indOmitable
courage. Pictures of him when he was in
the flush of early manhood present him
as of very athletic figure, of command
ing mien and of remarkable handsome
visage. That he had not lost the physical
prowress of his youth, even in recent
years, was demonstrated during a nota-
BILE occurrence in Delmonico's within the
last decade. At the time referred to Rob-
ert Garrett had given the first indications
of the aHment that subsequently clOuded
his life. He was in the famous restau-
rant, seemingly under the influence Of
liquor, when two men took hold Of him
on either side as if they were taking
friendly charge of him and endeavored to
lead him from the room, to which he
made no strenuous objections.
Chamberlin was seated in the same
apartment and, recognizing in one of the
men a notorious crook, instantly OWNED
that something was wrong. Knowing
Robert Garrett well, he FASTENED to his
side and inquired of his two volunteer
custodians what their business was. The
reply was curse and a suggestion that
he should not interfere with what did not
concern him. In less time than it takes
10 tell it both men were PROSTATE upon
the floor. where they had been sent by
two quick blows from Chamberlin's fists.
One escaped into the street and one was
arrested. 1t was subsequently developed
that they were a part of a body of thugs
who had conspired to abduct Robert Gar
rett and hold him for a ransom.
He was usually one of the last to go to
bed at night, says the Philadelphia Press,
and when people used to ask him when he
slept he told them, with a merry twinkle
in his black eye, that those who had bust
ness with him in Washington used to grow
weary in calling on him. They would go
to his place as early as and o'clock in
the morning, only to be informed that the
proprietor was not out of bed and would
not be for some hours. Finally one day,
a fidgety man who had called dozen times
through the day without seeing him, said
to him along about s p. m:
Mr.. Chamberlin,. Will you be kind
enough to tell me exactly what are your
hours?"
Come here any time between O'Clock
ing and you viii be quite apt 10 see me,
when / am in town. They are my hours.
] am at my best at 2 a. m. That Is what
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