Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-03-11
HOW A DRINKING MAN WAS FOOLED
Thought He Had the Tremens at Seeing .
Living Scar:pin.

From the CHICAGO Herald.
Only few persons we're standing at the bar
of the Great Northern Hotel yesterday when L.
b. Dyke Of Colorado, wealthy mine owner. on
his way home from st. Augustine Fla, dropped
in with party of friends to take some liquid
refreshments. Among those who we're in the
refectory when the party came in was a we'll
known travelling man. who had evidently been
| there some time and had lost no opportunity of
satisfying his cravings for the contents OF sun
dry enticing bottles behind he bar. As u result
he was much the worse for wear. He had ar
rived at the lo1uacious stage Of inebriation and
WAS entertaining his friends with dissertation
on how il was perfectly possible to imbibe vast
amounts o. a certain mixed drink, which he de-
| scribed In detail, and still remain perfectly
| sober.
When Mr.. Dyke and his party entered the
| travelling man turned his head and glanced at
| the newcomers. With the natural ms met OF a
| travelling man he began to size up the dress Of
the strangers. When his eye had arrived a.
Mr.. Dykes scarf he stopped man who SEGA
| something unexpec teddy Then his pupils
dila:ed and he did not seem to be able to re-
| move his eyes from their object. No bird
charmed by reptile could have been any more
| fascinated than he appeared to be. Ho con-
| tinued to gaze, while MIR. DYKE, ignorant OF
| the extraordinary proceeding, chattcd along
with his friends.
Tho time arrived when the commercial
| solicitor could stand il no longer. Leaving I'M
| touched this glass of liquor in front of him.
| he walked over to Mr.. Dyke, tapped him
| hesitatinglv on the shoulder and said, in q
| husky voice:
Pardon me. but that's queer scarfpiu you
wear"
pardon mo-" Said the Colorado man, DO
htely but firmly, Il wear scarfpin ut all. ~
| As il in emphasis Of his statement, no passed
bis hand lightly over his scarf.
"My God"' said the travelling man, there it
goes now! It's running down on your coat
| collar. Brush it of, quick
Brush what of? Amt you q little wrong
, somewhere? There's nothing on my coat col
lar. See!' And Mr.. Dyke once more ran his
hand over the place where the thing was sup
posed to be.
YOU'RE right" said the man Of goods, saaly.
Excuse NE, mis.er-I could have sworn saw
| something ran down from your scarfpin and
| on to your coat. swear I'll never touch an
other drop of liquor as long as I live. I never
| thought I'd see them. Next thing | suppose
| Id be seeing blue elephants and pink snakes
with green taiir. I'm going to quit. He hired
| bell boy to take him TO his room and put him
| to bed
| When he had gone a small chameleon tied to
tiny golden chain ran from between Mr.
Dyke vest and shirt front and settled fearlessy
| on his scarf. "AI the people i'll Florida wear
EN-, he explained. They are perfectly harm
| iess and their ever-chauSiug aud beautifully
/ delicate hues make them extremely ornament tai
I But no Florida man thinks he has deiiriuu
i tremeas II he kees one on mans coat Or
| woman's dress. Guess III get n consignment,
OF them for campaign purposes for the W. G.
| i. y. and temperance leagues"