Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-04-27

about il. YOU can easily pass II on 10 the
next customer. But / assure YOU it's per
fectly good Will YOU give me ~
cents for il -
The pupils of the cashiers eyes con-
tracted ever so little.
IF it's good" she remarked succinctly.
why are you trying to sell II TO me for
ninety centso What did | ever do for
you? l never saw you before in my life
But l just don't want that particular
. dollar explained the Cynic earnestly. Il
want to &c: rid of It, I'd sooner have
~ cents than it. Do l look like a
crook? I may. but / assure YOU m not.
Here's chance to make the easiest ten
cents YOU ever made in your llfe Did
YOU ever hunt bargains? And did you
ever see a bigger bargain than a good
silver dollar for 10 cents
But the cashier had turned away and
was rearranging her hair by the ala OF
tiny mirror which she had extracted
from drawer.
Very kind of you. I'm sure. she re-
marked in a far-away voice. without
looking up. but | don't think III take
it today. | don't like silver money any
how. And if you'll excuse me I'm very
busy"
The Cynic found the Cub waiting out
side. Sell it YETI inquired the latter
For answer the Cynic produced the dol
lar and said nothing.
Try saloon, suggested the Cub. III
bet you don't come out Of there with it.
And so the Cynic wendell his way stu
further up the Avenue and finally turned
and passed through the swinging doors
of one of the city's best buffets.
The -jacketed ones behind the ma
hogany looked at him with inviting IN
quiry and mOpped the bar with their
towels industrously he entered, but
he paid no heed.
where's the proprietor? he demanded
Anything PARTICULAR asked a white
jacketed one evidently the head bar
tender Won't l do?"
No replied the Cynic. thereby really
answering both questions Il want to
see the boss. Business
And so a call went back and the boss
came forward.
The Cynic promptly produced his dollar,
Il want to sell you that said he,
without further introduction. And L
want only 80 cents for it.
Want only g0 cents for it, repeated
the proprietor. reaching out for the com
as he spoke Must be phony. amt 1t:
The Cynic shrugged his shoulders. II
leave that to you,' he remarked. III
sell ii to YOU for 80 cents. Take 1t or
leave It,"
The saloon man examined the coin as
if Ii were some rare curiosity turning 1t
over and over. The examination lasted
a full two minutes. Then he turned to
the Cynic.
Come out here where there's more
light" he said and led the way to the
cigar counter in the front of the buffet.
There the saloon man dropped the dol
lar times innumera BILE on the glass case,
turned it over and over. scratched it
with his finger nails. tried to bend it
and then held it up where the sun would
strike it full. Finally he turned to the
Cynic accusingly.
Somebody's been sweatin that thing,
he charged. and his look plainly said
IN
was the guilty man. Yep. somebody's
been sweatin' 1t all right got lot of the
silver off it, too; if ii is silver. l think
II Is. but ] amt so sure at that. Wait
femme look al ii again.
Once more he took 1t. rang il the
glass case. and examined it front and
back. Then he laid it down. face up
ward placed his head on his two hands
and looked down at 1t long and earnestly:
Finally. with grunt. he showed it over
the glass toward the Cynic.
1T might be all right" said he, land
Id buy it, but and he pointed fat
forefinger at the head of the Goddess of
Liberty. II don't like the look of that
womans eye.
1t was lunch time. and the Cynic wear
lily hied him to a certain 18th street lunch
counter where he ordered the usual sand
witch and milk. AS he munched he no
ticed the proprietor, whom he knew
slightly, walking about with super
visory eye on all things.
"I'H try him." he determined, and beck
oned to him.
The proprietor came over with look
that was half smile, half worry.
The Cynic's preternaturally solemn mien
made him undecided whether he was go
ing to be asked Tor credit or hear a COM
plant about the food. Evidently he rather
feared the former. for when the Cynic
produced his dollar the others face
frightened perceptibly.
You like money. don't your began
the Cynic. well. here's a chance to
make some quick and easy. I'll sell you
this for 30 cents. Ten cents clear for
YOU without your doing a thing. Want
to buy it,
Same old story. The lunchroom man
took the silver dollar and looked it over.
first curously and then suspiciously.
Il can't tell what it is. but there 8
bound to be something wrong with it. :
he remarked. finally. What is it,
III give you my word of honor that
there's not thing wrong with that dol
lar so far as | know the Cynic assured
him.
Then what are you trying to sell it
for 80 cents for?" demanded the lunch
room man, triumphantly. If it's all
right. why don't YOU get dollar for it ?
What you say don't sound right. It's bad
business
He handed the dollar back and stood a