AN unfortunate Glasgow shopkeeper
having got into commercial difficulties was compelled to seek refuge in
bankruptcy. On his affairs being examined, it was found that, at the very
outside, there would not be as much cash realised as would pay one
shilling in the pound, and the wrath of the creditors became very fierce.
One of them, however, felt keenly and kindly for the poor debtor, and
spoke warmly in his behalf.
"Ye ken, gentlemen," said he, "that
John has aye been a very decent man, and itís no through ony fauít oí his
ain that heís faíen ahint. Maybe some oí ourselís would be in the same fix
if we hadna friends to look to, and something in our purses to fall back
on. Noo, whatís a shilling in the pound? Itís naething. Itís waur than
naething; itís an insult to our generosity, and I vote that we dinna takí
"But what can we do?" said another;
"there' s nae mair to takí."
"Weel, Iíll tell ye what ye should
do," replied the first speaker; "ye aí ken that Johnís a grand singer, and
I propose that we giíe him a tripe supper this very nicht in Lucky
Patersonís ower by, aní let him aff aí thígither wií a bit lilt oí a
The novelty of the proposal took the
fancy of the assembled creditors, and the result was that it was agreed to
The agreeable invitation was
conveyed to the grateful debtor, and he was only too willing to perform
his share of the bargain. The supper came off, and after John had sung
Auld Langsyne, with the choral aid of the meeting, and with hands
linked in hands, as usual, his friend, who had proved himself a friend
indeed, shook hands with him across the table, and said to him:
"There noo, John, ye may thank
goodness that wee lots aí dichted aff!"
John became a man again, and throve
in business so well that in a few years he was able to "dicht aff the wee
lot" in another and more tangible form, by paying his old creditors twenty
shillings in the pound, and interest into the bargain.