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Show WHERE THEY PUT THEIR MONEY. On Saturday morning, an hour or two before daybreak, Ullicer Conklin was hailed at Grand street and Bowery Bow-ery by two brothers, who stood near a pile of paving biocks ready for the railroad men's use in lepuring the track. Html by, with a lantern and elub. was the open-eyed watchman. "What do you want ? " said Ulficcr Conklin. 'We want our money," replied one of the twins. "Who has your money ?" "Nobody hain't got it," answered tlie stranger. "It's into this 'ere pile o' stun, but this 'ere man thai siar.ds by that 'ere nile won't let ut t.-eu it. " Naow, I wish you'd give us leave to stay lie re till mormu'. Or maybe you'd order this 'ere mant let us hunt into that 'ere stun pile and git our money." Tlie cllicer gave the desired permission per-mission and the two men went to work at the stone pile and soon drew lorth trom it a large packet ot green-' backs. "Is that jour money :"' asked tie officer. "Certainly it is," said cue of the men. "And what in tho wur'.d induced you to bide it there:1'' asked tin 1 officer. 1 "Wei," said the stranger, " my name is Charie Maypole, .nd tin? 'ere man is my brother George. e thought we'd" come down to New York and ep the toxn, yon sec: sf-we sf-we come. We'd read a gxd deal in the New York p..pers atout Strang era being Uok in oy banco- nun and sich scamps; and we concluded we volutin' t - korry around, with us any more money than we needed. b.i after consulting a spell, and heviu' come across this 'ere stun pile we thought wu'd hide the money into it, and so we did. That was about 11 o'clock last night. When we come to get it that 'ere man. gaul darn iiim, wouldn't let us tech iU That's why I called to you.' "How much money did you hide there, j-ou ninnies?" asked the ollicer. "Jest an even sOSO," said the stranger. And so it was. The simple May-i May-i polo brothers, all the way from the Green Mountain ritate, had actually made a co-re of the paving stone pile, believing it to be a safer place than the vault of a bank or a fire proof sale at "the tavern." N. Y. Hun. |