Show HOW HE GOT RID OF HIM The Story of a hasten Man and a Persistent Per-sistent Creditor One of my creditors a big fat strong shoemaker was particularly obnoxious when I in embarrassed was an condition said a Boston merchant for he was at my house presenting his bill three andjour times day and often the same number of times during the evening He made me tired and < < I puzzled puz-zled my brain for schemo to get rid of him and the opportunity to get even with him came at last 1 I know that he was a coward at heart and j I resolved to make him so afraid that ho would run out of my house and never come in it again This morning that I referred to he came as usual and presented his bill I was busy in a room I had fixed up as a sort I of den asit were and the landlady sent I him in there to findme j Well sir what is itt I asked as bo rome in t 1 11 have come for the amount ofmy bill It ho replied SAnd S-And said I calmly I shall bo obliged to tell you that I havent tho necessary funds to liquidate that bill Very well sir he answered Then I shall be obliged informyou that shall sit down here and waituntil the bill ispaid i Y cyg > dj saidI quietly but to toll the + l 7 r r fffII f WJri trusts i was mgniy elated for here was just the opportunityI had been looking for Ho satdownand placed his hat on the table When he had done this I called to the landlady land-lady and said Mrs Bobbins I am at bomb to nobody today and do not wish to be disturbed dis-turbed under any circumstances You may come in tomorrow morning and mail what letters you find here on my writing desk Then I closed and locked the door and stripping strip-ping up some billiardcloth I had I stuffed it into every crack leaving no place where air could get into the room or out Then I drew up a long legal looking document which I labeled My will which I took good care that the shoemaker should see and after writing a few notes I went to the chandelier and turned on all four burners All the while previous to this the big shoemaker had no doubt thought that I was bluffing him but when I turned on the gas I could see that he was beginning to feel nervous I arranged everything neatly in the room and then sat down calmly and waited for him to weaken The gas was escaping rapidly rap-idly and the room was fast becoming filled with it I could feel my head swim but I would not give in All of sudden he jumped up and cried I did not come here to be murdered and malting a rush jumped through the window taking sash and all with him It was about twenty feet from the ground but when he landed he startedoff as if a mad bull was after him and I never saw him or his biUf9rI cant help if you dont believe me Its tho truth and if you come up here tomorrow Ill show you the man himself and you can ask him if it isnt BO Boston Globe |