“I Saw Him Hold His Umbrella Over a Tramp.”
“‘Then he’s nobody’s dog,’ said the host, as he kicked the cur into the street.
“You’re nobody’s dog, but here you are,” said the Colonel in conclusion, pressing the money into his hand and hurrying away.
I have myself been the gainer by the tact of some men, who would have been excusable for having their minds full of some one of more importance, so I am correspondingly grateful. Dear General Sherman was one of these; his tact was as effective in civil life as his armies had been on the battle-field. In the fall of 1899, just after I had published my book—“The People I Have Smiled With,” I received the following written by the General’s private secretary.
“My dear Sir:
“I beg you to accept my hearty thanks for a copy of your book, the same which, I assure you, will give me much pleasure in perusing.
“With best wishes, as always, I am,
“Your friend,
(Signed) “W. T. Sherman, General.”