A well-known wholesale merchant, who has a wide patronage throughout the Piedmont region of the South, received the following letter from one of his customers a few weeks ago:
"I receive your letter about what I owes you. Now be pachent. I ain't forgot you and soon as folks pay me I'll pay you, but if this was judgment day and you were no more prepared to meet your Maker than I am to meet your account then you sho going to hell."
The credit, it may be noted, was extended.
"Rufus, aren't you feeling well?"
"No, sah; I'se not feelin' well, sah."
"Have you consulted your doctor, Rufus?"
"No, sah; I ain't don' dat, sah."
"Why? Aren't you willing to trust your doctor, Rufus?"