MISTAKEN IN HIS MAN.

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 12, 17 June 1893, Page 3

MISTAKEN IN HIS MAN.

He sauntered dejectedly into a drug* store, bought a cigar, lighted it, and then inquired mysteriously of the clerk ; “ How much strychnine does it take to kill ” “I don’t know and wouldn’t tell you if I did,” interrupted the clerk. “ How much do you sell for a dose P” persisted the stranger. “We never sell strychnine without a prescription from some physician we know,” answered the clerk. Then he went to the telephone, rang up three figures, said a few cabalistic words, and returned to the counter. The sad man was quietly smoking his cigar. He took it out of his mouth to. ask : .“ How much is arsenic a grain ?” At that moment a policeman entered the store hastily. “ Where is he P” he asked breathlessly. “There,” said the clerk, pointing to the smoker, who was the only person in the store; “he didn’t get any poison from me.” “ You come along,” said the policeman ; “you can’t kill yourself here,' my xm-m !” “ Nats!” said the dejected customer, winking at the policeman. “ Why didn’t you say so before,” said the clerk, “ and not go and put one to so much trouble P I thought you was a suicide, sure.”