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III

The Meetings

It was thereafter decided that the next meeting place should be the quaint room of Jarvis, and the only demands that were required was that Cornelius be sober; completely sober, not a little sober, or not almost sober; sober. The date was set for one week, hoping that within that given week of seven days, Cornelius would come across his buried treasure.
But the seven days passed, and Cornelius was rather startled by the question when arisen, “did you find the money, Cornelius?”
“No, I can not say that did. Although I wasn’t fully aware that I was supposed to be looking for it.”
Thus ended the first meeting, rather quick, and a week later there was scheduled the second meeting. As the night was dawning quickly upon the awaiting Jarvis, he began the preparations for supper, and soon after Gillen arrived. The two waited for another hour for Cornelius to appear, but he never showed up. Thus ended the second unsuccessful meeting.
“Blast!”
So the third meeting was scheduled, the dinner was prepared, and everyone was there.
“Cornelius, why were you not here one week ago?” Jarvis asked when he arrived, much to their relief.
“Well…you said that I had to be sober, and I was drunk as anything by nine that night.”
“By nine? The meeting started at six!”
“Yes, well I knew that I was going to be drunk around that time, so I thought I would just not come, and you give you two the night off from the meeting. I was doing you two a favor! I deserve some gratitude I believe.”
“Gratitude?” Gillen hollered.
“Yes!” Cornelius stuck out his hand. “Now kiss my ring in thanks.”
“Are you drunk right now, Cornelius?” Jarvis asked.
“I said kiss it!”
And with no further progress, the third meeting ended. And so nearly an entire month had passed, and there was no luck for money. Gillen and Jarvis were running out of time. Finally, they decided rather reluctantly, to arrange one more meeting; one last sliver of hope that was to gleam in the far-off distance, just out of reach. Cornelius arrived after all was established, with a grin spreading across his face from ear to ear when he walked into the room.
“I found the money!”



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