A GOOD STORY.

Evening Star, Issue 3421, 7 February 1874, Page 2

A GOOD STORY.

“ Timon,” who writes from a tub for the ‘Southern Mercury,’ tells the following story, which we happen to know to be true Southland is a funny place, at least they do funny things there sometimes. An echo a laughing echo—reaches me thence anent the doings of a certain landlady, who for her own sake and the sake of her sex shall be unnamed by me. To the door of the hotel one flay there came a whole carriageload of bank managers, who were received with much respect and manifold salaams, and conducted to the best room. The driver took his horses to the stable, saw them properly attended to, and then entering the hotel, made his way to the apartment where sat the conclave of managers. Hut there was a lion in the path. Out came the landlady to oppose the driver’s intrusion. “ Don't go in there ” she said, “I’ve laid dinner for you in the kitchen.” The driver smiled a peculiar smile. He was not a well-dressed man—he wore cord unwhisperables—his coat had once been newer, and his hat had seen better daj..s. But he smiled on the landlady, and she lied from the scene in some doubt as to the correctness of her proceedings. “ Who *» that man ?’’ she cried. “ Why, don’t you know?’ responded her interlocutor. “That’s the ex-manager of the Bank of Double-blank, ami the luckiest speculator iu Hew Zealand And so it was.