The Savannah morning news., 1904-01-10

clergyman.
The Rev. Robert Collyer. venerable
pastor emeritus of the Church of the
Messiah, never had a stronger hold
upon the people of New York than now,
despite the fact that his age and grad
ually decreasing strength make 1t i'm
possible for him to appear often in
public.
DR.. Collver is still one of the most
wholesome looking men to be met any
where. His skin still shows the fine,
rudy glow that suggests vigorous
physical, moral and mental health to
all who behold him. His eyes still
sparkle with the same shrewd, humor-
Gus, yet ingenious light that was such
a factor in the uphill fight which he, a
young blacksmith from Wales, had to
put up in order to win out as a clergy
man in the great republic of the West.
Most readers will remember that be-
fore coming here he devoted some of
his best years to pastoral work in Chi
cago. He has never lost interest in
the big Western city by the lake, and
he has been much affected during the
past fortnight by the appalling loss of
life suffered there in the theater fire.
He keeps himself busy constantly, his
chief occupation being the composition
of his autobiography, which is being
published piecemeal in a denomina-
tional weekly. Later it will probably
be put into a book. and it ought to
make mighty good reading.
Here's the story of a druggist OF for
eign extraction who keeps his shop on a
cross street not many blocks west OF
Broadway.
Like most druggists he sells cigars
s1oadfnfnaa and
scriptions, and like most druggists he
extends credit to some of his custo-
mers. One OF these, whose cigar ac-
count had mounted up higher than he
wished it to, asked the druggist for a
bill the other day.
II tell you how much 1t is" said the
druggist, land, If you please, you pay
now"
The customer paid and then asked
for a receipt.
You come and see me mark 1t OF
in the book" said the druggist.
The customer stepped into the little
back room and was surprised to see
that instead of being charged to his
name, the account stood under the
name "Mazeppa." His curiosity
prompted him to ask why.
WELL" said the druggist, you see
1 do not know your name, and I DONE
| because / saw you once in the park or
horseback. Maybe you don't like the
name; that's why I don't like to give
receipts. Most of my accounts
| charge same way. Look!"
The customer looked and saw &C
counts charged to Long Legs,
General Jackson" Christopher Co.
lumbus,' "Rienzi," and half a dozer
| other fanciful names, mysteriously
| suggested to the druggist by some
personal popularity of each customer
| who craved credit.
II have much trouble with my
books" said the druggist confden,
TALLY, all his reserve gone once tht
ice was broken. "See, l have tive
ledgers; in one I keep the accounts
of the customers who will pay som,
time; in the other keep the accounts
of those who never will, l think-th,
deadheads. See?"
OF this same druggist they tell
story that, being asked for a certain
brand Of cigars he declared he didn'
keep them and never would.
II bought two thousand of then
cigars only last month";" he said, "ant
they were all gone In a week. / cam
keep Them so 1 cut 'em out. can
be ordering them all the time"
Some who hear this story told witt
this particular druggist as the hero
declare it has a reminiscent sound
that it is a relic of the table talk cur
rent in the days of the old Ramesis
It's sure thing though that hi
mental processes fit it to perfection.
Duane.