Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, June 20, 1891 by Various
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the first time, "as you are now my guest, I must confess that we are
fellow countrymen." "Indeed!" I replied, considerably astonished. "If you are really of British nationality, how is it that I find you a professional thief?" "You are mistaken," returned the Chief. "I merely belong to a society for the redistribution of capital. You know we are all balloted for, and I was myself afraid that I might get pilled." "Indeed!" I exclaimed, in a tone of surprise. "Surely your accomplishments--for I noticed, on my arrival, that you were a first-rate hand at lawn tennis, and played the flute--would have secured your admission?" "Well," he returned with a smile, "I fancy they helped me with the Committee. But unhappily my antecedents were bad--I had made a fortune on the London Stock Exchange, and my books were scarcely as satisfactory as our bandit auditors could have desired them to be. However they took a kindly view of the case, and allowed me to pass through. But pardon me, I see your ransom has arrived. I am afraid I must say good bye. A pleasant journey." And shaking me warmly by the hand, he helped me into the conveyance that was to take me back to home and freedom. I have never seen him since. * * * * * [Illustration: ALL-ROUND POLITICIANS.--HARTINGTONIANA.] |
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