The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1904-05-06
FARMvILLE, VA FRIDAY, MAY 6, 1904
WAYLER'S NEW SUIT.

Wayler was another Of those young
men who came in out Of the quiet coun-
try to achieve wealth in Chicago. He
was rather a nice boy when he came.
He has deteriorated in some respects
Since.
Then he had the bloom of youth and
health upon his cheek, innocence IN his
heart. and. I'm the familiar phrase, hay
seed in his hair When Mr Ellington
engaged him he wore strangely cut
garments Of some brown material
which somebody said was "butternuL
II may have been; but the fit was GER
tainly calculated to promote the gay
ETY. OF Canal street, and did. Then he
wore a gingham shirt (the gingham was
unmistakable) and a white turned
down collar, to which was attached, IN
a bowline knot, a plaid ribbon, sucn as
little girls are wont to use to tie the
ends of their pigtails,
To appreciate this description the
Wayler Of the present day should DC
seen in all his glory. How he manages
to dress in the way be does is a marvel
He must get up an hour earlier every
morning to press his trousers on MS
landladys ironing board, for they are
never seen out Of crease and 10 cents
is about as cheap as any tailor VIII
do the work. lie was the first and' IN
deed, the only man in the office who had
the nerve to wear the peg-top variety Dy
the way. He ties his own Ascots, does
Wayler and some Of these days ne
will be wearing shirts with collars and
cuffs attaehed-there's no telling.
Wayler is an orphan, but he has an
uncle in the country who takes an IN
terest in him. This uncle is farmer
but he is one Of the sort that owns realty
in town and is a large stakeholder IN
and director of the electric branch
road that now runs through the coun-
ty. He is childless himself. and 1t
ought to be a good thing for Wayler'
even If uncle does look like a character
in "The Old Homestead" and is cranky
to boot. He was in the city just about
three weeks ago, and the moment that
the men in the Office saw him they un-
derstood about Wayler's primitive dress
Of a year before.
OF course Wayler went to meet him
at the station. He felt rather ashamed
Of the old gentleman when he saw him
because Of the deterioration before
mentioned. Uncle was an undeniaDle
"Reub," and Wayler by this time was
an irreproachably groomed and got
up young man Of the city. He had an
idea that the porters were making high
sport Of Uncle Benjamins carpet bag
and lunch basket, and that they were
as particularly shocked as he was by
the large newspaper-covered parcel that
he carried, whereas. the porters were
merely snickering at his own peg-top
trousers.
He called a cab. Uncle Benjamin pro-
tested against the extravaganza, but
Wayler had no idea OF sitting in a street
car with that parcel the cynosure OF
all eyes. So he insisted on the cab,
and Uncle Benjamin waived the point.
"Wen," said Uncle Benjamin, as they
started. what do you think I've got
here?" He patted the dlsreputable par
eel. "Why," he continued, its brand
new spick an span suit O. clothes fol
We. Alb Pastin jest started in the tailorin'
trade for himself. an he wanted to make
me a suit, but got enough to last me
a lifetime SO | callated I'd let him
make you a good, everyday business
suit"
Wayler was hypocrite enough to ex-
press unbounded delight, but he groaned
in torment Of spirit He knew that
Uncle BENJAMIN would insist on his
wearing the suit. that he could not re-
fuse without offending him, and that he
could not afford to offend him.
Finally Wayler had a happy thought
He allowed Uncle Benjamin to get out
OF the cab first. and handed him the
lunch basket. "1'll bring the other traps,
uncle" he said, briskly. Then he fol-
lowed with the carpetbag and handed
the cabman a dollar. Uncle Benjamin
was surveying the exterior Of his
nephew's abode with a critical air at
the moment, and the cabman was driv-
ing rapidly away before he turned his
head, to find Wayler standing beside
him with the carpetbag in his hand.
"Where's that psckage?" he de-
manded
"Er what package?" stammered
Wayler.
"Them clothes, you chucklehead," ,"
said uncle, impatiently. did you leave
'em in the hack? Heyi" He lifted his
voice and shouted at the cabman, who
at that moment had turned the corner
of the block. Then he turned to Way
Ter. Run after him." he command
ed. "You kin ketch him, II you're lively.
Run, dun ye!"
Wayler ran. He ran pretty crsditably
until he, too, had turned the corner.
Then he slipped into a drug store. He
returned in about five minutes to re-
port to Uncle Benjamin that the chase
had been unavailing. Uncle Banjamin
stormed.
After rating Wayler for his careless
ness he wanted to know If the police
would do nothing. Wayler replied with
an air Of deep regret that he had failed
to notice the mans number, and that the
police would be powerless. I've can ad-
vertlse It, uncle" he said. ITS quite
likely that the man will return IT, any
way, when he finds it."
He was sincere in this belief, although
Il had not occurred to him before he
spoke.
Not II he goes through the pockets,
said Uncle Benjamin. Il put a $50 bill
in one Of them pockets to sort O. sur
prise you. same as used to put pen
nies in vour new clothes when you was