118 THE APRIL FOOL.

 

“Tt will take a brighter genius than he
is to fool me,” Bunting would usually re-
ply to these words of caution.

The First of April came round again.
Thomas Bunting was wide awake. He ex-
pected to hear from the doctor, who, he was
certain, would never forgive him. Sure
enough, with the day, came a letter from
New York.”

“You don’t fool me!” said Bunting, as
he glanced at the postmark. He had
heard that the doctor was in, or some-
where near, the city.

‘“ Ha! ha!” he laughed, as he read—

“Tf Mr. Thomas Bunting will call on
Messrs. Wilde & Lyon, Pearl Street, New
York, he may hear of something to his ad-
vantage.”

“Ha! ha! That's capital! The doctor
isa wag. Ha! ha!”

Of course, Bunting was too wide awake
for this trap. Catch him trudging to New
York on a fool’s errand !