"I don't think you look very well in this business, Sir. But you are evidently a clergyman, and we wish everybody to have fair treatment in this office. We won't be imposed upon, Sir, by any man!" (Here his face darkened, and his fists could be seen to clench with much meaning.) "Pay that money, Sir! This establishment is not to be humbugged. But you needn't be afraid of losing anything. You may let me take the watch and sell it for you again on the spot. Very likely you can get more for it. You can't lose. The clergyman hesitated. The tall and well-dressed young man with short hair pushed up and said: "Don't want it? Put her up again. G--! I'd like another chance myself!" A heavily-built fellow with one eye, observed over the auctioneer's shoulder, with an evil look at the divine, "D--d if I don't believe that cuss is a gambler, come in here to fool us country-folks. They allus wears white neckcloths. I say, search him and boot him out of the shop!" "Hold your tongue!" answered the auctioneer, with dignity. "I will see you safe, Sir," to the clergyman. "But you bid that money, and you must pay it. We can't do this business on any other principles." "You will sell it for me again at once?" asked the poor minister. "Certainly," said the mollified auctioneer. And the humbugged divine, with an indistinct sense of something wrong, but not able to tell what, took out forty dollars from his lean wallet and handed it to the clerk. "It's all I have to get home with," he said, simply. "Never fear, old gentleman," said the clerk, affably; "You'll be all right in two minutes." The watch was put up again. The clergyman, scarce able to believe his ears, heard it rapidly run up to sixty dollars and knocked down at that price. The cash was handed to the clerk, and another bill made out; ten per cent., deducted, commission on sales. "Usual terms, Sir," observed the clerk, handing over the notes just received for the watch. And the divine, very thankful to get off for half a dollar, hurried off as fast as he could. I need not say that his fifty-four dollars was all counterfeit money. When he went next morning, after endeavoring in vain to part with his new funds, to find the place where he had been humbugged, it was close shut, and he could hardly identify even the doorway. He went to the police, and the shrewd captain told him that it was a difficult business; but sent an officer with him to look up the rascals. Officer found one; demanded redress; clergyman did the same. Rascal asked clergyman's name; got it; told him he could prosecute if he liked. Clergyman looked at officer; officer, with indifference, observed: "Means to stick your name in the papers." Clergyman said he would take further advice; did take it; thought he wouldn't be shown up as a "greeny" in the police reports; borrowed money enough to get home with, and if he has a gold watch now--which I really hope he has--got it either for its real value, or as a "testimonial."