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Show V What Webster Wanted. Daniel Wobstor onco dined with an old Boston merchant, and whon they camo to tho wine a dusty old bottle was carefully openeU by tho servant and passed to the host. Taking tho bottlo, he filled Webster's glass and handed it to him. Then, pouring out another for himself ho held it to tho light and said: "Tow do you like It. Mr. Webster." "I think it is a fine specliron of old port." "Now, can you guess what It cost me?" asked the host. "Surely not," eald Webster. "I only know that it Is excellent." "Well, now, I can tell you, for I mado a careful estimate tho other day. When I add the Interest to tho first price, I And that It costs mo tho sum of Just $1.25 per glass." "Good gracious! You don't say so?" cried Webster. And then, draining his glass, says a biographer, he presented It again, with the remark: "Fill It up again as quick as you can, for I want to stop that confounded confound-ed Interest!" |