Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-10-11

lOl WdIu WllH ITOm one to two OOl- lars, and were lined up where they belonged.
 Suddenly the grafter, as if hearing some one in the crowd making re- marks, said:
 Whats that? Was that meant for me?"
 And looking intently in one direc- tion, as though greatly wrought up: So you are going to cut out my heart, are you? We'll, now, we'll see about that"
 Reaching in his valise, he brought out an ugly looking corn cutter, with blade fully IS inches long, and care fully feeling its edge, he recited the Razor poem, as follows:
 You know a gun shoots fast and
 loud, ... .. But a razor is the real thing in a
 crowd.
 l could have used it better than a A. If they had only fought with razors
 in the war"
 Then, corn cutter in hand, he coolly crawled down from the buggy. and be- gan walking slowly through the crowd, carefully scrutinizing every face as if trying to locate the man who had threatened to take his hearts blood. The glitter of the corn cutter, and the terrible look of vengeance on his face had the desired effect, and when he climbed back into the car riage. every man stood as if paralyzed. They seemed to have forgotten what had happened, or what was expected to happen.
 Immediately the grafter slgnaled the driver to start, he himself remaining standing in the carriage as if terribly agitated and repeating:
 T would like to see some man cut my heart out; would just like to have him try it." at the same time feeling the edge of the big knife, as if to see that it was sufficiently sharp.
 The team went off at a trot. The grafter's hotel and livery bills had been paid in advance, and no stop was made until they had reached a small town 20 miles away.
 The grafter was s400 or $500 to the good. AS the carriage moved away the dupes still stood in line, staring sheepishly at one another, with ten cent belts dangling from their hands. The old darky who had been so obe- dient was the only man who had the courage to protest.
 See yher," he yelled, you gener- ous white man, what my fambly gwine to do fer sumpin to eat? Gim me back ma ten dollars, or I top you buggy over, you schoundrel!"
 So saying, he and his two colored companions rushed toward the car. riage, when an officer who stood con. veniently near said:
 What you niggers lettering around here for? Go on home, or I'll run you in." a...
 Eventually, of course, this clever grafter landed in states prison.
 
 A Chicago man once made a great deal of money out of the sugar graft
 With an old horse and a covered peddler's wagon, he started out with load of sugar, put up in tin cans each holding sl.S0 worth at retail The wholesale price was about $125
 After remaining in some county seat long enough to "get line on the town" he would start out and cal upon the farmers of that county, with proposition to sell one of his 3C pound cans of white sugar for SIP; in cash. He would represent that hC had recently moved to their county seat, where he expected to reside ir the future, and would make regular 90 day trips, enabling them to re, plenisn their supply of sugar at tht lowest possible price.
 Sugar, being a staple article, and there being an actual saving of 5( cents on every purchase, he had nc difficulty whatever in making a sale at the house of almost every thrifty, well-to-do farmer. Many a farmer who wondered how this man could af ford to sell sugar so much cheaper ! than the cheapest grocers in many in ! stances paid for 1t several times over
 The graft was more like thieyinl than grating When selling a car of sugar for SIPS. the grafter woult almost invariably be handed a five ten, or even a twenty dollar bill
 Having become very skillful fl palming. he would always keel palmed in one hand a one dollar bill nicely folded in such a way that thi I figures would not show on either side Should a farmer hand him a large bill. he would begin folding 1t as h' had the one dollar bill, and ther would suddenly say:
 Well. here I am. short of change so just let this go. and pay me on ml next trip. in % days-"
 He would then shift the large bil for the one dollar bill and. hsndinl | the latter tO the farmer. you'd say Put it in your pocket and pay ml | next time"
 There vas not one chance in | thOGsand that the farmer zOuld un fold the bIll. but he would lay it care fully sEzy Ia his purss. just as 1t la. 5ssn handed him
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