Birmingham age-herald., 1894-09-09

word or two that MT. Webster abstained from including in his vocabulary, and slipped his coffee without further ado.
 Some fiutter was perceptible on the part of the girls when the Idler walked in, his hair uncombed and his necktie awry.
 s'You didn' take time to complete your toilet, MT. Idler; pray don't hurry on our account; your omelette shall walt," said Marie.
 ''In that case, why didn't you say so sooner and should have slept longer.'
 He then ran back to his room, was gone for few moments and returned to find new conner seated at the foot of the aole. The nondescript had washed his face-this was his thirtieth annaal-a clean negligee and light fanDel coat helped In some measure to remove the flavor of the high way from the presence that showed other unmistakable signs of travel wear. The Idler knew, however, the rule of tbe house, and wishing the tramp good morning dropped into his chair.
 Daisy Bell winced under his somewhat yirile frown as he eyed her after zglancing at the Growler, who kept nibbling crack CTS and bobbing at his coffee cup without raising his eyes.
 "You seem more than usually wrapped up in your, temper this morning, Growler, ,'' said Jack (the Idler). "What's the reason.'
 .sI'll look around and smile if 1t is safe. really didn't know whether you were yet in shape to be seen in polite society, and it's so disagreeable to have to show em- barrsssment in the presence of ladies.'
 Daisy Bell-He means us, sister.
 Sweet Marie-Ah, yes, by "ladies.'
 Daisy-You always interpret me wrongly.
 The Idler-It's going to take good deal ofstudy of some cipher code to keep the run of the talk of you girls. know you are much admired, for you are just now being initiated by every one of my acqaintances. His frowns there, for instance, has caught the cue, and is making nice speeches-non the less grumbling, though couched in the most elegant phrases. While your conver- sation-excuse me, Miss Daisy-is never so fippant as when affecting to soar, cock flight viewed from high Olympus is the figure of the game now in vogue in the circles of this quarter.
 The Growler seemed pained. His princi- pie of life was to get all the comfort possi- ble with as little mental or physical effort as he could get along with. He sometimes discarded choice dishes and rarely partook of relishes, fearing lest they slightly in- convenience his digestion, and thus to have forced upon him sentence of such length and touching at so many ports was the extremity of evaporation. "Local politics,' he said, ia question to which to turn from any one more dis. agreeable, seems to be getting somewhat l high. 1 see by the paper that-pass me the skits please; thauks-sevsral people are | suggesting remedies for the depleted etate | of the municipal treasury. Among them l one who advocates general cutting and | slashing of the ealaries of school officials 1 and teachers. You have to read these pieces to appreciate them. l suppose Idler
 here will be able to read between the lines; 1 eh, Jack7''
 Jack took the paper, glanced at the arti- cle indicated, and passed it on to sweet
 Marie, who eagerly grasped it, remarked:
 ''Yes, l know the signature. The writer was once a newspaper man; notice
 his neat reference to the facetious practice l oi bis guild regarding the "interview'