The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-09-10
There, Atop Thief Man. Presumably
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prise, but explained that the use of my
name was as good s the cash. They
didn't care to mortgage their holdings
or to sell a large amount of stock at a
sacrifice. They said they had a sure
thing and wanted to keep it. They
didn't need much capital. they declar-
ed, to start it going. So they suggested
that / indorse their paper for $50, 600
then to take it up from the sale of a
small block of stock. And I was to be
literally treated for the accommoda-
ton.
'tOf course. I laughed at them. The
proposition was SO obviously unbusi-
nesslike that it gave me an excellent
opportunity of dismissing them. Well,
heard nothing from them for week
or so, and had almost forgotten about
the entire matter, when one afternoon
Hiram MacDigbie called at my home
and found me in the garden. I have
quite a fad for roses, you know, and
| walk there every afternoon. He hand
ed me four promissory notes, filed out
for $4,000 each, payable six months
apart, and asked me as last favor to
| look them over carefully before refus-
ing to indorse.
Il was annoyed by his insistence, but
as had originally encouraged him, and
wishing now to end it once for all, I
took the notes into my library, where
1 keep a certain pair of spectacles with
out which I can not read. He refused
to accompany me, but waited outside.
rapidly looked the notes over, folded
them and stepped from the window.
And sir, I had no more than set my
foot on the lawn when a strange dog
jumped from behind a clump of Amer
lean Beauty bushes, and, snatching the
slim parcel from my hand, dashed away
to the rear of the premises. I pursued,
of course exceedingly angry. You'll
observe I'm not cut out for sprinter,
and it was some minutes before L
reached the boundary wall. And there,
atop, was the thief, and beside him a
man, presumably his master.
1.-The man, as I've observed before,
possessed but one leg, and was now
holding a pink parasol over his head.
Mr.. Butterworth, do I fancy you are
smiling at that parasol?" Mr.. Mackle
broke off to. demand in some heat.
.Oh, my dear Mr.. Mackle,'' protested
the attorney, mot at all. The case is
perfectly plain. Only I do smile when
I picture my precise, in-the-rut breth-
rem, as they must have looked when
you reached the sunshade. Go on
His suspicious allayed, Mr.. Mackle
continued: THE man looked coodly
down at me and produced a mouth
harp. Great Scott! I forgot that in
my bird s-eye view. Do / understand
that you halt at the harp?"
Not bit, not a bit I should De
disappointed if something like that
hadn't been forthcoming. 1t simply
completes the equation" Modified the
now beaming attorney.
Nor when 1 say he softly played
few bars from John Browns Body?''
insisted Mr.. Mackle, his voice trem-
bling with apprehension.
Naturally he would play something;
else, why produce the harp?" smiled
Mr.. Butterworth. "And you'll observe
he selected an air an old fellow like
you or me would recognize, Ell? Per-
fectly simple. Go on
Mr.. Mackle was obviously relieved and
took up his story anew by prefacing:
1T sounds so idiotic / hardly believe
it myself. II believe L mentioned the
dog wore a green shade, or patch, over
his eye. Yes? Only one lawyer in the
whole lot would listen until that point
was reached All the others insisted