Short Fiction Edgar Allan Poe (books for men to read .txt) đ
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The boy doesnât loiter at allâ âbut he is a very long time in getting back from his errandâ âfor no lady of the precise name of Mrs. Trotter is to be discovered. He consoles himself, however, that he has not been such a fool as to leave the goods without the money, and re-entering his shop with a self-satisfied air, feels sensibly hurt and indignant when his master asks him what has become of the change.
A very simple diddle, indeed, is this. The captain of a ship, which is about to sail, is presented by an official looking person with an unusually moderate bill of city charges. Glad to get off so easily, and confused by a hundred duties pressing upon him all at once, he discharges the claim forthwith. In about fifteen minutes, another and less reasonable bill is handed him by one who soon makes it evident that the first collector was a diddler, and the original collection a diddle.
And here, too, is a somewhat similar thing. A steamboat is casting loose from the wharf. A traveller, portmanteau in hand, is discovered running toward the wharf, at full speed. Suddenly, he makes a dead halt, stoops, and picks up something from the ground in a very agitated manner. It is a pocketbook, andâ ââHas any gentleman lost a pocketbook?â he cries. No one can say that he has exactly lost a pocketbook; but a great excitement ensues, when the treasure trove is found to be of value. The boat, however, must not be detained.
âTime and tide wait for no man,â says the captain.
âFor Godâs sake, stay only a few minutes,â says the finder of the bookâ ââthe true claimant will presently appear.â
âCanât wait!â replies the man in authority; âcast off there, dâye hear?â
âWhat am I to do?â asks the finder, in great tribulation. âI am about to leave the country for some years, and I cannot conscientiously retain this large amount in my possession. I beg your pardon, sir,â [here he addresses a gentleman on shore,] âbut you have the air of an honest man. Will you confer upon me the favor of taking charge of this pocketbookâ âI know I can trust youâ âand of advertising it? The notes, you see, amount to a very considerable sum. The owner will, no doubt, insist upon rewarding you for your troubleâ ââ
âMe!â âno, you!â âit was you who found the book.â
âWell, if you must have it soâ âI will take a small rewardâ âjust to satisfy your scruples. Let me seeâ âwhy these notes are all hundredsâ âbless my soul! a hundred is too much to takeâ âfifty would be quite enough, I am sureâ ââ
âCast off there!â says the captain.
âBut then I have no change for a hundred, and upon the whole, you had betterâ ââ
âCast off there!â says the captain.
âNever mind!â cries the gentleman on shore, who has been examining his own pocketbook for the last minute or soâ âânever mind! I can fix itâ âhere is a fifty on the Bank of North Americaâ âthrow the book.â
And the over-conscientious finder takes the fifty with marked reluctance, and throws the gentleman the book, as desired, while the steamboat fumes and fizzes on her way. In about half an hour after her departure, the âlarge amountâ is seen to be a âcounterfeit presentment,â and the whole thing a capital diddle.
A bold diddle is this. A camp-meeting, or something similar, is to be held at a certain spot which is accessible only by means of a free bridge. A diddler stations himself upon this bridge, respectfully informs all passers by of the new county law, which establishes a toll of one cent for foot passengers, two for horses and donkeys, and so forth, and so forth. Some grumble but all submit, and the diddler goes home a wealthier man by some fifty or sixty dollars well earned. This taking a toll from a great crowd of people is an excessively troublesome thing.
A neat diddle is this. A friend holds one of the diddlerâs promises to pay, filled up and signed in due form, upon the ordinary blanks printed in red ink. The diddler purchases one or two dozen of these blanks, and every day dips one of them in his soup, makes his dog jump for it, and finally gives it to him as a bonne bouche. The note arriving at maturity, the diddler, with the diddlerâs dog, calls upon the friend, and the promise to pay is made the topic of discussion. The friend produces it from his escritoire, and is in the act of reaching it to the diddler, when up jumps the diddlerâs dog and devours it forthwith. The diddler is not only surprised but vexed and incensed at the absurd behavior of his dog, and expresses his entire readiness to cancel the obligation at any moment when the evidence of the obligation shall be forthcoming.
A very minute diddle is this. A lady is insulted in the street by a diddlerâs accomplice. The diddler himself flies to her assistance, and, giving his friend a comfortable thrashing, insists upon attending the lady to her own door. He bows, with his hand upon his heart, and most respectfully bids her adieu. She entreats him, as her deliverer, to walk in and be introduced to her big brother and her papa. With a sigh, he declines to do so. âIs there no way, then, sir,â she murmurs, âin which I may be permitted to testify my gratitude?â
âWhy, yes, madam, there is. Will you be kind enough to lend me a couple of shillings?â
In the first excitement of the moment the lady
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