The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1903-10-04
pASTELs IN PORK


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The Deacon judged from Bits ex-
preston that he had got nipped and
was going to try to unload the loss on
him, so he changed his face TO the one
which he used when attending the
funeral of any one who hadn't been a
professor, and came back quick and
hard:
m surprised, William. that YOU
Should think L would accept money
made in gambling. Let this be a les
son TO you. How much did YOU lose p,
That's the worst of i'll didn't lose;
made two hundred dollars and Bill
hove another sigh
Made two hundred dollars!" echoed
the Deacon. and he changed his face
again for the one which he used when
he found a lead quarter in his till and
eoulon remember who had passed i'll
on him.
Yes" Bill went on, land I'm asham-
ed OF 1t, for you've made me see things
In new light. OF course, after what
you've said, l know it would be an in
suit to offer you the money. And r.
feel now that it wouldn't be right to
Keep 1t myself. I must sleep on it
- ~ A1AAo lIiS SlidlSHl lninS
do"
I guess it really didn't interfere with
Bits sleep but the Deacon sat up with
the corpse of that two hundred dol
lars, you bet. In the morning at
I breakfast he asked Brother Bill to ex-
plain all about this specializing bust
ness, what made the market go up and
down, and whether real corn or wheat
or pork figured in any stage of the
deal. Bill looked sort of sad and
dreamy-eyed, as if his conscience had
MT digested that two hundred yet but
he was mighty obliging about explain
ing everything to Zeke. He had
changed his face for the one which he
Wore when he sold an easy customer
ground reas and chicory for o. G.
Java, and every now and then he
gulped as if he was going to start a
| hymn. When Bill told him how good
and bad weather sent the market up
and down he nodded and said that
that part of it was all right, because
the weather was of the Lord.
Not on the Board of Trade it isn't
Bill answered back: cat least not to
any marked extent; it's from the
weather man or some liar in the corn
belt. and, as the weather man usually
ASNiACiH9 WI oiiSs ICShOli tIltIc 1911 ally
special inspiration about it. The
game is to guess what's going to hap
pen. not what has happened, and by
the time the real weather comes along
everybody has guessed wrong and
knocked the market off cent or two"
That made the Deacon's chin whis-
kers droop a little, but he began to
ask questions again, and by and by he
| discovered that away behind-about a
! hundred miles behind, but that was
close enough for the Deacon-a deal in
| futures there were real wheat and
! pork. Said then that he'd been mis-
| informed and misled; that speculation
! was a legitimate business. involving
! skill and eagacity; that his last scru-
| pie was removed, and that he would
| accept the two hundred.
Bill frightened up at that and
thanked him for putting it so clear and
removing the doubts that had been
worrying him. Said that he could
speculate with a clear conscience after
listening to the Deacon's able eXposi-
ton of the subject. Was only sorry
he hadn't seen him to talk it over be-
fore breakfast, as the two hundred had
been laying so heavy on his mind all
night that he'd got up early and mailed
check for 1t TO the DeaconS pastor
and told him to spend it on his poor.
Zeke took the evening train home in
order to pry that check out of the
elder, but old Doc. Hoover was a pref
: ty quick stopper himself and he'd
blown the whole two hundred as soon
as he got it, buying winter coal for
poor people.
(F'rom Letters From a Self-Made
Merchant to His Son by George HOr-
ace Lorimer. BY permission of Small
MAYNARD & Co, Publishers, Boston
Mass.)