Relieved
A Houston gentleman who is worth somewhere up in the hundreds of thousands and lives on dollars a week, was sitting in his private office a few days ago, when a desperate looking man entered and closed the door carefully behind him. The man had an evil, villainous-looking face, and in his hand he held with the care an , square-shaped package. “What do you want?” asked the capitalist.
“I must have money,” the stranger. “I am starving while you are rolling in wealth. Do you see this little package? Do you know what it contains?”
The wealthy citizen sprang from his desk in horror, pale with .
“No, no,” he gasped. “You would not be so cruel, so heartless.”
“This package,” continued the desperate man, “contains enough , if let fall upon the floor, to this building into a shapeless mass of ruins.”
“Is that all?” said the capitalist, sinking into his chair and picking up his with a sigh of relief. “You don’t know how much you me. I thought it was a gold brick.”