He who begs timidly courts a refusal.—Seneca.
The matron passed a handout to the disreputable hobo, remarking curtly, "If you don't mind, eat it outside."
"Bless yer, I'm used to it," he answered. "When I was at home and in clover, as it were, it was me daily custom, when donnin' me dress suit, to announce to me valet, 'Parkins, don't await dinner fer me tonight. I'm dinin' out.'"
BEQUESTS
"There's a story connected with this diamond," said Heinie, pointing to a big, handsome stone which sparkled in his shirt front. "A friend of mine by the name of Meyer lay sick in bed. I being his best friend, he sent for me and said:
"'Heinie, I'm a very sick man. I ain't got long to live. I'm worth a lot of money, and I'm going to leave it all to you and my other friends. But I want you to do me one favor. Take this money and when I'm dead and laid away buy me a nice stone.'
"Those were Meyer's last words, and the day of the funeral I bought this stone. But how can I give it to him when he's dead?"