Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1909-05-20
WHEN HE xEJIJlN,EU
CLEAN SLATE PROVIDED FOR
MONDAY MORNING.
Temporary Inconvenience Of Saturday
Night More Than Made Up BY
the Rustic Of the Money
Unspent.

They sat at table. with couple
of bottles of beer before them, Martin
was angry. Wilson was serene and
smiling.
Are you going to slip me a fve-
spot or not?" Martin demanded as he
glared fercely at Wilson.
"I-am-not- going-t slip yOu-a-f1ve-spot,"
remarked Wilson with provoking calm
aess. ..-s, .-~ s.' $500. =.
Then that settles it; you are no
friend of mine," said Martin in re-
signed manner as he took up bottle
and poured himself another drink.
ANY man." he continued "who will
persuade another to put. all his money
in letter and mail it to himself and
then see him go around without cent
in his clothes the balance of the night
and not loan him cent is not fit
associate for anybody, and I'm going
home" He lit a cigar, and showed
no move toward carrying out his
threat.
Wilson drew a roll of bills from his
pocket and held them just out of
Martins reach and laughed at him.
Martin finished his beer at one gulp.
The truth of the matter was that
Wilson had persuaded Martin to try
system of which he claimed to be
the originator-that of putting his
weeks pay in an envelope addressed
to himself and dropping it in mail
box, and finding it on the breakfast
table awaiting him when he came
down the next day broke. Wilson
claimed that it was the most delightful
sensation in the world, and he wanted
Martin to experience it. Martin, to
humor his whim, had consented and
dropped two 20-dollar bills, carefully
sealed, in letter to his own address.
Wilson knew Martins weakness of
throwing away his money when the
white lights shone In his eyes, and as
it is long time from pay day to pay
day, even If only week, he wished to
save Martin from Martin. But Martin
regretted his action before the letter
had struck the bottom of the mail
box. Wilson now had him where he
wanted him.
What are you beefng about?" he
said to Martin severely. "I'll buy you
anything you want to eat or drink;
that's just the same as having money"
mo, it's not" replied Martin. Il
know what's the matter with you. You
know you've got me dead to rights
now, and you want the pleasure of
having me follow you around like a
dog all the evening to get my eats and
drinks. had plenty of money and you
persuaded me to blow myself against
tho mail box; now the chances are I'll
never see my bundle again, and some
letter carrier will be sending flowers
to his best girl every morning at my
expense"
Wilson was enjoying the situation
hugely. He often had been broke, but
now he took the spender's license of
lecturing and browbeating the other
fellow. He knew Martin was depend
ent on him for his evenings entertain.
ment and that he could not lose him.
When Martin went down to break
fast the next morning Wilson was sit.
ting at the table. There was a letter
on Martins plate. Martin slit it open
with his knife and glanced cautiously
through the Orifice at it's contents
He gave a sigh of satisfaction and
drew forth two 2O-dollar bills. Wilson
was watching him slyly over the top of
Lis paper. Martin tried hard to look
serious, but the smile would show it.
SELF He extended his hand to Wilson.
shake, old man, shake. 1t does feel
GOOD" he said