Proud Of The Cure

William R. Travers, the New York city broker, on one occasion desired to go to an address in suburban Brooklyn, but, being unacquainted with the locality, accosted a stranger and asked directions. It so happened that the stranger stuttered and stammered quite as badly as Travers, who after the man had made two or three ineffectual attempts to answer grew angry under the impression he was being mocked and hotly inquired:

"How d-d-dare you t-t-try to m-m-mock me?"

"Ex-ex-excuse m-me!" exclaimed the stranger. "I have an im-im-impediment in m-my s-s-s-speech."

"Oh, I s-s-s-ee!" stammered Travers, the look of anger giving way to a look of sympathetic concern. "W-w-why d-d-don't you g-g-go s-s-see D-d-doctor S-s-smith? He c-c-cured m-me." - Philadelphia Times