A SLIPPERY CUSTOMER.
When John Armstrong stepped off the train at the Union Station, in Toronto, Canada, and walked outside, a small boy accosted him.
“Carry your valise up for you, sir?”
“No, thank you,” said Mr. Armstrong.
“Carry it up for ten cents, sir?”
“No.”
“Take it up for five cents, sir?”
“Get out of my way, will you?”
The boy got out of the way, and John Armstrong carried the valise himself.
There was nearly half a million dollars in it, so Mr. Armstrong thought it best to be his own porter.