An Old Game

"Say, Buffalo must be about twenty years behind the time3, ain't it?" said a drummer at the Tifft house yesterday. "I saw a man try to work the oíd glove racket in front of the hotel today. I had gotten the. idea that the glove game was too oíd to be worked by auy one. The Buííalc man was too cute to be caught, thougX so perhaps the only antiquity in the town was the man that resurrected the old game to raise a dollar. "Did you ever see it worked? No? You ought to have been here a couple of hours ago. A well-dressed gentleman was walking down the street when a seedy-looking individual who was standing in the doorway suddenly stepped out behind the gentleman and dropped a glove at nis heels without the man seeing him. "Then he tapped him on the shoulder. " 'Say, mister, ia that your glove?' "The gentleman answered in the negative and was about to walk away when the tramp stooped and picked up the glove. Fumbling it over he soon pulled out a ring from one of the flngers. It looked like a genuine diamond ring, too. "Of course the tramp had a surprised look on hls face. He said to the gentleman: " 'Say, mister, I'm a poor man and can't afford to keep anything like this, but it was a pretty lucky find, wasn't it? What'll you givc :e for the ring?" "The gentleman looked the ring over carefully and then handed it back to the tramp with a laugh. " 'I guess I don't want that thlng- not just now, anyway,' and he walked away. "There was a time when the pólice found it necessary to arrest men for working that dodge," continued the drummer, "but I guess they have forgottea thelr last 'catch' by this time."