As I passed the steps of the club-
house early next morning, I overheard two or three members talking
excitedly,--
"He cleaned everybody out." "Why, he must have raked in nigh on
$40,000."
"Who?" I asked.
"The Man from Solano."
As I turned away, one of the gentlemen, a victim, noted for his
sporting propensities, followed me, and laying his hand on my
shoulders, asked:--
"Tell me fairly now. What business did your friend follow in
California?"
"He was a shepherd."
"A what?"
"A shepherd. Tended his flocks on the honey-scented hills of
Solano."
"Well, all I can say is, d--n your California pastorals!"
THE OFFICE SEEKER
He asked me if I had ever seen the "Remus Sentinel."
I replied that I had not, and would have added that I did not even
know where Remus was, when he continued by saying it was strange
the hotel proprietor did not keep the "Sentinel" on his files, and
that he, himself, should write to the editor about it. He would
not have spoken about it, but he, himself, had been an humble
member of the profession to which I belonged, and had often written
for its columns.
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