"'I have traveled a good deal,and been a pilgrim in many climes,'I went on.'I have wandered along the banks of the Euphrates and dipped my feet in the currents of the Nile.I have gazed upon ruined cities--'
"'Yes!yes!show me what you have!'he cried,eagerly.
"'Here is a curiosity of the highest order',I said,opening a paper and showing a bit of salt about the size of a walnut.
'This is a portion of the statue of salt into which Lot's wife was turned.'
"'Is it possible?'cried the antiquary,taking the salt and gazing at it in deep veneration.'Are you quite certain of this?'
"'I am,'I answered.'It is a portion of the wrist.I broke it off myself.The hand was already gone.'""And did he buy it?"questioned Joe,in astonishment.
"He did,and gave me fifty dollars in cash for it.""But that wasn't fair,Mr.Montgomery."
The seller of bogus curiosities shrugged his shoulders.
"Perhaps not.But I was hard up and had to do something.""Did you sell him anything else?"
"I did--a walking stick,which I had procured in Connecticut.It was covered with strange carvings and he mistook them for hieroglyphics,and gave me ten dollars for the thing.""I don't see how you could have the nerve to do such things,Mr.
Montgomery."
"Well,a man can do lots of things when he is driven to do them.
I admit the deals were rather barefaced,but,as I said before,Ihad to do something.Some day,when I am rich,I'll return the money to the old fellow,"added the impostor.
He left the hotel that morning,and it may be said here that Joe did not meet him again for several years.
Christmas came and went at the hotel,and our hero received several presents from his friends,including a pair of gloves from Ned Talmadge and a five-dollar gold piece from Felix Gussing.Some of the regular boarders at the hotel also remembered him.
"And how do you like married life?"asked Joe,of Felix Gussing.
"We are getting along very nicely,"said the dude.
"Have you told your wife about the duel yet?""No,--and I don't think I shall,"added Felix Gussing."You see she--er--she thinks me a very brave man and--""And you don't want her to change her opinion,"finished Joe,with a smile!
"Why should I,Joe."
"Oh,I don't know as there is any reason,excepting that they usually say men and their wives should have no secrets from each other.""Mr.Montgomery is gone,I see,"said the dude,changing the subject.
"Yes,sir."
"Then you are the only one who knows of this secret.You won't tell,will you?""No,sir."
"We are having troubles enough as it is,"went on the dude.
"Both my wife and I find housekeeping rather troublesome.It is hard to obtain proper servants,and she does not care to do the work herself.""Why don't you go to boarding?"
"Perhaps we will,later on."
With the new year came a heavy fall of snow and soon sleighs big and little were in demand.Then came a slight fall of rain which made the sidewalks a glare of ice.
"Got to be careful,"announced Frank to Joe."If you don't you'll go down on your back.""I intend to be careful,"answered our hero."I have no wish to break any bones."That afternoon Joe was sent on an errand to a place of business half a mile away.On returning he chanced to stop at a street corner,to watch a number of children who had made a long slide for themselves.
As he stood watching,a man came along bundled up in a great coat and wearing a slouch hat and blue glasses.The man was walking rapidly,as if in a hurry.
"That fellow looks familiar to me,"thought Joe."Wonder who he can be?"He watched the stranger cross the street.Then the fellow happened to step on the icy slide and in a twinkling he went down on his back,his hat flying in one direction and a bundle he carried in another.
"Hurrah!Down goes the gent!"sang out a newsboy standing near.
"Come here an'I'll pick yer up!"said another street urchin.
"You rascals,you fixed this on purpose so I should fall!"cried the man,starting to get up.
"Can I help you?"questioned Joe,coming up,and then he gave a start,as he recognized the fellow.
It was Pat Malone,alias David Ball,from Montana!
