Buncoed

What is probaLly another bunco game has been played on George Walker, a wealthy farmer living a mile and a half west of Saline. A shark struck Saline last Tuesday and made arrangements with a driver to take him out through the country for ten days at $1.25 per day. He said he was representing the American Piano company of Chicago, and he had as smooth a tongue as the surface of a dancing j Hoor. He said he would like to drive in a westerly direétion and coming opposite Mr. Walker's farm said he guessed he. would stop there and sell a piano. "You won't be able to do anything there," said the driver. "Oh, I guess I will," said the shark confidently and he went inside and unfolded the plan. The agent was to leave a piano at the Walker home for four months and was to give Mr. Walker's daughter free instructions for that time. Mr. Walker was to allow any of his neighbors to come in and test the tone of the instrument and for every one that was sold Mr. Walker was to get $123 eommission. When four instruments were sold Mr. Walker was to have his piano free. That looked pretty good. At least Mr. Walker thought so, and vi'hen the shark produced the "con i nut" he readily signed his name with out examining the contents - the fel low was such a nice man and anybody could take his word for anythmg. Th fellow went back to the and told nis driver to hurry back to Saline "Don't you want to try and sell anj more?" asked the driver. "No, I guess not," and when he reached Saline he did not wait for the regular passenger train but boarded a freight and go out of the village. His strange actions made the driver suspioious and when t was reported to .Air. Walker he eom menced to scratch his head and wondei what he had signed. Inquines wem made as to the American Piano comJany of Chicago, and it was foiirtd that there was no such firm in exutence. What Mr. Walker signed was Jiobably a promissory note. For just how much he does not know but he will learn from the man who discounted t as soon as it becomes due.