The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-03-19
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lR10 fteaA owner %P KNEW at once that he was theI
 kind of an American have come to hate with 8 zest that knows
 no moderation-the kind that. makes one ashamed of the national melting pot. I glared back at him. q happen to be the owner of this place, and you'll eblige me by clearing out"
 ssWhat,s that? Here, here, none of that sort of talk. my friend. We're here to look over your stuff. and we mean business, but you won't get any where by talking Hke"-
 @There is nothing for sale here" I said shortly. And you've got lot of nerve to come boIt1ng into a pri- vate house.
 Say said the second man, advanc- ing with most insulting scowls s'we'lI understand each other right off the reel, my friend. All you've got to do is fo answer us when we ask for prices. Now, bear that in mind, and don't try any of your high and mighty tactics on us. ?
 ..Just remember that you're a junk dealer and we'll get along splendidly, said the other in tone meant tQ crush me. What do you ask for this thingf'' tapping the dusty spinet with his walking stick
 It suddenly occurred to me that the situation was humorous
 "You will have to produce your ref erences, gentlemen, before I can dis ctlss anything with you said, after swallowing very hard. Ct must have been my pride.l
 They stared. Good LordP' gasped the bristly one. blinking his eyes Don't you know who this gentleman is? You-you appear to be an Ameri- can. You must know MT. Riley -Werk- heimer of New York. 7
 'tI regret to say that ] have never heard of MT. Riley-W Werkheimer, did not know fiat Mrs. Riley Werkheim- CTS husband was living. And may ask who you are?"
 "Oh, am also a nobodyg' said he, with a wink at his purple Jowled com panion .sI am only poor old Rocks worth, the president of the''-
 "oh, don't say anything more MT. Rocksworthr' cried. 'T have heard of you. This fine old spinet9 Well. it has been reduced in price. Ten thousand dollars. MT. Rocksworth-
 .Ten thousand nothing! I'll take it at $75 And now let's talk about this here hall seat. My wife thinks it's a fake. What is it's history and what sort of guarantee can you''-
 "A fake!, I cried in dismay NY dear MT. Rocksworth, that is the very hall seat that Pontius Pilate sat in when waiting for an audience with the first of the great Teutonic barOns. The treaty between the Romans and the Teutons was signed on that table ind ciously selected, perceive. Of course you know that this was the Saxon seat of government. Charlemag gne lived here with his court,
 They tried not to look impressed, but rather overdid it.
 That's the sort of story you felr lows always put up, you sl1inhints from Boston I'll bet my head you are from Boston, said MT. Rocksworth shrewdly.
 T couldn't afford to have you Sse your head, MT. Recksworth, so shan'r take you on" said I merrily.
 Don't get Fresh now" said he stihiy. MT. Riley-Werkheimer walked past me to take a. closer look at the seat almost itreadfng on my toes rather than give an inch to me.
 How can you prove that it's the genuine article?', he demanded curtiy.
 You have nay word for it, sir, sa1d quIeJIy.
 -tPish tushg' said he.
 MT Wordsworth turned in the direc- ton of the banquet hall.
 Carrie he shouted. 'seome here minute. will yeu2"
 Don't shout like that. Orson," came back from the porcelain closet. You 
 4sWeIl, drop it and come on. This is important
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