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-I"1 YANKEE YARNS. -46¡- Quick-Witted. A large operator and speculator of 3' Louis, v. uose account with one friendly bank had often bwn temporarily overdrawn, w-,tri-efi tell s?nd dollars for a certain deal, his balance in bank ar, the time being less than one hundred dollars. The cashier suggested that he lihould draw upon some party not too near to St. Louis. Smith said he did not know whom to draw upon. On, anyou< said the obliging cashier, a=* lonp as the party is far enough away—that will give you time to turn around." Smith drew at s g'ht for ten thousand dollars on tile Sultan or Turkey. The draft was only forwarded by the bank, leaching New York, whence it was sent to a London correspondent. It then came into the hands of the Rothschilds, who forwarded it to their Constantinople branch, where it was duly presented for payment to the Sultan's chamberlain, the latter bringing it to hi3 highness. il Pray who is this John Smith ?" asked the Sultan. D.;n't know," replied the ehamberlaiu. Do we owe him anything No," replied the other. "Then I'll not pay it," said his high mightiness. One iroment if I might advise," said the astute counsellor. "Thig draft comes through the Rothschilds, with whom we are seeking a two million loan. Would it be safe, under the circumstances, to dishonour it 1" Pay it," said the Sultan. It was paid, and no one was more astonished than John Smith, of St. Louis, and the quick- witted cashier. Know Ye by These Presents. Say, gents, you give a poor feIrowa few cents to get something to eat ? Haven't had a bite all day. C.vn't you give a poor fellow a few cents to get something to eat ?" He was running alongside of them repeating his ylea over and over again in a singsona voico, says the New York Tribune. One of tile men hesitated, and then put his hand in his pocket, but his companion took him by the arm, and turned upon the beggar. Get out of this he said, in a tone which seemed almost brutal, and the beggar turned avvav abruptly. Don't you think yon were pretty rough to him ?" asked the man who had shown an inclina- tion to give alms. Not at all," answered the other. The only way to get rid of him." But he may be deserving. He may have been driven to it. Ho rather appealed to in-a. He may be desperately hungry." "No," answered his friend, unsympathetically, he's a professional." How do you know ?" Just keep your wits about you when a beggar approaches you. Tiiat fellow 'gents.' Thnt is professional. He called himself a poor fellow. Thai's professional. He asked for a few cents* That's professional. And what's more to my point, he kept repeating his sentences over and over again. He has learned to sing them over that way by repeating them a thousand times. When a man who is not used to begging asks you for help, he doesn't do it that way. lie just stumbles along, uttering any appeal that comes to his lips. He hasn't anything by heart. He doesn't sing it, and it doesn't slip off his tongue so glibly. The professional beggar is like an actor. He has his lines, and he always reads r,h,m in the same way. Don't let one of those fellows fool you again."