The spinster, supposing the conversation alluded to her, went into the most extreme kind of hysterics.
“A Scared Customer.”
We give this incident for what it is worth.
A man recently entered a restaurant in Utica, N. Y., and ordered a very elaborate dinner. He lingered long at the table, and finally wound up with a bottle of wine. Then lighting a cigar, he sauntered up to the bar, and remarked to the proprietor,—
“Very fine dinner, landlord. Just charge it, for I haven’t a cent.”
“But I don’t know you,” replied the proprietor, indignantly.
“No, of course you don’t, or you never would have let me have the dinner.”
“Pay me for the dinner, I say,” shouted the landlord.
“And I say I can’t,” vociferated the customer.
“Then I’ll see about it,” exclaimed the proprietor, who snatched something from a drawer, leaped over the counter, and grasping the man by the collar, pointed something at his throat. “I’ll see if you get away with that dinner without paying for it, you scoundrel.”