Mr. Dilworthy was an old resident of Houston, and on rainy nights he always walked in the middle of the street, which is well paved.
Alas! if Mr. Dilworthy had only remembered the promise made his wife!
He started out all right, and just as he was walking up San Jacinto Street he staggered over to one side of the street.
A policeman standing on the comer heard a loud yell of despair, and turning, saw a man throw up his arms and then disappear from sight. Before the policeman could call someone who could swim the man had gone for the third and last time.
Mr. Jeremiah Q. Dilworthy had fallen into the sidewalk.
Hush Money
He was a great practical joker, and never lost a chance to get a good one on somebody. A few days ago he stopped a friend on Main Street and said, confidentially:
“I never would have believed it, but I believe it my duty to make it known. Mr. ———, the alderman for our ward, has been taking hush money.”
“Impossible!” said his friend.
“I tell you, it’s true, for I overheard the conversation and actually saw it handed over to him, and he took the money and put it in his pocket.”