Mistaken for a Missed Car

A good story is told of a gentleman well known in town in connection with a late visit of his to a drug store. The gentleman's name is Carr. There are several Carrs in the city, however, and the given name of the particular one will not be revealed in this item for worlds.

This Carr wanted some medicine for his family the other night after twelve o'clock, and visited a drug store to obtain it. The drug store was closed, and he rang the bell vigorously. The druggist at once put his head out of an upper window and inquired, sleepily, "Who's there?" "Mr. Carr," responded the gentleman at the bell. "Missed a car? Well, what's that to me, confound you! Stop ringing that bell and go about your business, man!"

Down went the window and the druggist was lost to sight. The discomfited Mr. Carr was lost in amazement for a time, but finally seized the bell and rang it frantically. The druggist's head appeared at the window again. He was wide awake this time. "Who's there, now?" "Mr. Carr, I tell you!" "Who cares if you have? Get out of that, quick! If you're drunk and have missed a car it's your look out. Don't touch that bell again!" "But, I tell you, you idiot, I'm Mr. Carr!" "Oh, Lord! Why didn't you say so before?"

The window went down again and the druggist soon appeared at the door to explain volubly that he'd supposed he'd been aroused by some drunken fellow who wanted sympathy. Possibly he gave Mr. Carr something to pacify him. Druggists keep pacificators on draught.