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Show UIUN'T HAVE TU STEAL MONEY r Janitor Had Double Reason for Re. numbering Old Adage, "Honesty Is the Best Policy." "Left that money nt the office, by thunder," said Mr. Lewis nloud to him-self him-self when Inquiring Jabs at coat and trouser pockets had proved him vvnl-letless. vvnl-letless. "Must get It lato now company com-pany for dinner can't be helped getting get-ting old," he mumbled ns he hastened back to his ofllce. He found the Jnnl-tor Jnnl-tor sweeping. Now this functionary, Dave, by name, had two species Of sweeps, ono tho cleansing spirit of gratitude, tho other on Ingratiating1 awcep of favors to be asked. It depended de-pended upon whether Mr. Lents had been, or was to be nsked, for tho nevcr-to-be-repnld loan of a dollar. This afternoon Dave swept thankfully. thank-fully. His benefactor had "lent" hlra five dollars to help pny the carriage bill for his lato sister's genteel and long-remembered funeral. Ills sister had ranked high In her church, and was a dignitary In two societies, therefore there-fore tho extortionate carriage bill of $20. "It sho was n grand funeral, Mr. Lewis," the bereaved brother had said, as he pocketed the live and readied for his broom. Therefore, when Mr. Lewis poked his forgetting head lnsldo of his otllco door, Dave's gratitude was expressing Itself In raising dust and moving furniture. "Stop sweeping, Dave," ho called through the veil of germs between them. "I'orgot fcomcthlng had to come bnck lntt company coming. I left my billfold. Seen It?" "Vas, sab, hit's u settln' on de suspl-dore, suspl-dore, top ob do hat-rack, ober jonder," tlio Jnnltor directed. Mr. Lewis clutched the pocketbook, started to the door, then paused. "Dave," he queitlonid, standing mi the threshold "why didn't jou take this joursclf, when jou hud tlto chance? You know that carriage bill " "Yas, hah, I ain't forglttln' dat ere bill, but I ain't got tor steal from you, Mr. Lewis. You'll len' mo do money, Jes any time I nes yer." |