I have good cause to remember that day.

It was a red-letter occasion.

I pride myself as being as smart as the next one, and in a long

experience seldom come out at the small end of the horn.

But that day--it was a terrible blow to my pride.

An auction attracted me.

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I must confess that I've a sneaking liking for any stray old bargain

that may be floating around.

I've got an attic full of 'em at home in the country--send 'em down

there so my wife won't laugh at me.

However, up to this day, I don't think I've ever been as foolish about

bidding things in as Mrs. Gerrold, who got a doorplate with the name

Thompson on it, and when I asked what use it could be to her, calmly

replied:

"Life is very uncertain. Who knows, Gerrold might be taken away and I

might marry some man named Thompson, and this would come in very handy."

But I have purchased a white elephant.

You shall hear.

While prowling around in the auction room I ran across a little antique

chest.

It struck my eye as the very thing to keep my papers in, and I thought I

might squander a dollar or so for it when the time came to bid.

When I turned back the lid I found the box half-filled with packages of

papers, some of which looked like deeds.

Of course I was foolish to think of treasure-trove, for who could say

what valuable document a fellow might not unearth among these bundles!

A seedy-looking chap touched me on the arm.

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"I beg pardon," said he, "but I hope you won't bid against me on this

here chest."

"And why?" I asked, getting my back up at once.

"Because, you see, I used to be a coachman for the family, and when they

busted up they owed me a part of my wages."

"Oh, yes, and now you think there may be a bonanza for you here. Well, I

guess the track's free to all, and I've taken a fancy to that chest

myself," I said, firmly.

He shook his head and looked angry.

The box was put up the next thing.

I've often thought that queer.

That fellow hung on like a bulldog, to the extent of his little pile,

but my fighting blood was up, and if I'd been a Vanderbilt I guess I'd

have gone a thousand.

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