Old man Bobo was the sole survivor of a once famous trio. Two out of the three, Doc Dickson and Pap Spooner, had passed to the shades, and the legend ran that when their disembodied spirits reached the banks of Styx, the ruling passion of their lives asserted itself for the last time. They demurred loudly, impatiently, at the exorbitant fee, ten cents, demanded by Charon. “We weigh light,” said Pap Spooner, “awful light! Call it, mister, fifteen cents for the two!” “Ten cents apiece,” replied the ferryman, “or three for a quarter.” Thereupon the worthy couple seated themselves in [Read More]