HIS LOSS OF MEMORY.

Golden Bay Argus, Volume VI, Issue 73, 21 October 1897, Page 2

HIS LOSS OF MEMORY.

A middlo-uged uiu.u, dressed like a tramp, and without an overcoat, walked up to the ticket office, at the station the other day, and hesitatingly inquired : " What—what is the fare to—to—to " " To where ?"

•'To—to Well, that's funny! The name of the place has slipped from my memory. Let's see !"

" How far is it ?" *' I don't know." '* Is it on the main line ?" " I—l can't remember."

"Do you have these spells very often

a«ked the booking-clerk

" Not very often. It's very embarrassing, I assure you. Strange how a man will lose his

memory. " Is it a big town ?"

" Ob, yes." " Do you mean Manchester ?" " Yes, yes—that's the place—Manchester. How could I have forgotten it ?" " And you want a ticket to Manchester ?" " Oh, no. I just wanted to know what the fare is. I always walk when I go, but I want to put it down on my expense account as so much cash saved. What did you say it was ?"

The long, stony stare of the ticket man's eye did not kill him dead, and if that bookingclerk had bad his way tbat tramp would have gone off limping in both legs.