HONESTY.
I was sitting at my desk when black Sam, wlio sometimes waits on me at my restaurant, entered my office. "What can I do tor you, Sam-'" I asked.
"All got a chance to change malt situation, Mistoh Clahk," ho said. " Vo' kin seh a good wu'd fo' me, cain't- >■()';■' Toll 'em ah'ni hones', an 1 sichp" "Of course," 1 hesitated, "you're a Kocd waiter, Sam, but I don't know anything specially about your honesty." " Weil, toll 'em dat, an' say *yo ? thinks ah'ni hones'. Dat'U be enouglr." So I promised I would.
"Thank yo', thank yo', Mistoh Clahk," he said, with a deep bow. " When.yo' come over to-morrow, sit at mah table 'n ah'll give yo' a sho't check."
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Evening Star, Issue 14415, 11 July 1910, Page 7
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121HONESTY. Evening Star, Issue 14415, 11 July 1910, Page 7
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