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 its no through ony faut o his
ain that hes faen ahint. Maybe some o oursels would be in the same fix
if we hadna friends to look to, and something in our purses to fall back
on. Noo, whats a shilling in the pound? Its naething. Its waur than
naething; its an insult to our generosity, and I vote that we dinna tak
"But what can we do?" said another;
"there' s nae mair to tak."
"Weel, Ill tell ye what ye should
do," replied the first speaker; "ye a ken that Johns a grand singer, and
I propose that we gie him a tripe supper this very nicht in Lucky
Patersons ower by, an let him aff a thgither wi a bit lilt o 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 a 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.