The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-09-27

was similar to that of a confidence man.
He was in quest of a stranger who would
cultivate his acquaintance only to rob him
of his hornets and regret it to his dying
day. Occasionally Farmer Tatman would
look down at his carpet bag. AS he did
so nc shook with glee.
The Bunkum farmer had not been seat
cd five minutes when he was approached
by fellow with a sharp, inQuisitive nose
ard a checked suit. "Ah, hal" thought
Tatman, as the stranger extended his
hand, I've got you"
IL believe l know you," said the sharp
nosed individual. Let me see, you are
from"
"Bunkum," replied Tatman.
"To be sure; Bunkum. And your name
is"
"Tatman."
''Why, of course. How are you, Mr.. Tat
man?"
"Tolerable," and Tatman looked down
at his hornets and chuckled.
My names Cunningham" went on the
stranger, grasping one of Silas hands in
both his own. you remember l was
visiting in Bunkum few years ago with
Banker-a--. oh, I never can remember
names. You know who / mean, though,
He's the principal banker in your town.
There never was a banker within twent-
ty miles of Bunkum, but Farmer Tat
Know i'm? Woll should say do. You
mean old Squire Jones"
Jones, of course. Ha, ha, ha! Strange
1 couldn't remember the name"
"Ha, ha, ha! Twas kinder funny" and
Silas fairly danced with joy Il reckon
thar hain't a nice quiet little place some
where where a Teller can talk with q
friend what he amt seen for nigh on to
two year" This was just what Cunning
ham wanted
"Oh, yes" said he in his softest tone. II
know just the place. It's not over a block
from here"
Then, l reckon we might as well go il
you're sure it's safe walking through the
streets with as much money as I've gor
in this here satchel'
At the word money Silas detected an
expression of eagerness and pleasure on
the scoundrels face, and the fellows fin
gers seemed to itch as the two walked
along.
"Arnt you afraid" said he, "of being
robbed?"
"Woll, you just bet your sweet life the
fellow who opens old silas Tatman's va
llse will be sorry" and the Bunkum
farmer smiled inwardy.
Here Cunningham turned en- a little side
street, leading his. friend by the arm.
About half way down the block they turn
ed into dark and dingy-looking saloon.
cunningham spoke Idmlllafly TO the Dar-
keeper, who directed them to wine room
in the back of the place. The two sat
down at the table and were Joined pres.
entity by three other men. One of them
was a fat man. who tried to get Tatman
to play cards Gust for fun"
Another one of the men wore a white
vest and a polka dot necktie. He did
all the talking, and after Cunningham
had whispered a few words in the follows
ear he could hardly keep his eyes off the
carpetbag. He was introduced to Tat
man as Thomas w. Bloomfield. the board
Of trade man.
1T seems, Mr.. Tatman." said Bloom
field, that you are very careless with
your money. Mr.. Cunningham tells me
that you carry It in your satchel"
You bet l have got lot of money in
that ere old carpet-bag. / was kinder
thinkin' OF speculatin' with IT,"
Perhaps you would like to have me in
YES It in wheat. 1 think you could make
a big stake"
I'm kinder 'fraid OF losin' it."
"Oh, not at all; not II it's well invested.
People only lose their money through
carelessness. But of>course some one has
to lose money TO keep the stuff properly
In circulation"
We'll, / hain't got much money to lose.
ana I'm feared II l was to open that ere
bag that mine would get to circulatin',