Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-10-23

you got back room?'
 Certainly he had a back room Mir Wilson was shown to that apartment and was treated to every courtesy. One by one the necessary articles were push. ed into the room. At the end of ten minutes he was a new man. His neck felt the dignified embrace of a collar for the first time in years The stifi shirt had strengthened him up. He put his money into his new clothes and strolled out. The big officer who had once kicked him moved respectfully aside to allow him to pass.
 ''I'n hire some one to lick that fel. low," said Mir. Wilson as he directed bis steps toward fancy barroom.
 He drank cocktail after cocktail, and the only effect was to increase his gen. eral cheerfulness and make every one around him more attentive to his wishes
 "Where's the best restaurant in town?'' he asked, leaning over the bar and familiarly addressing the man in the white garments.
 "It's two blocks down."
 "I'n show you where it is, " said man who wore clothes almost as good as those of MT. Wilson; "come with me-
 MT. Wilson locked arms with the gentleman, who introduced himself az president of bank and said he was proud to be allowed to walk along the street with MT. Wilson. They met sev- eral distinguished citizens whose names MT. Wilson had read in scraps of news. paper around the lodging house.
 They met the mayor, the postmaster, MT. Armour, Mir. Field, MT. Pullman and others. Every time MT. Wilson was introduced the whole crowd went Gn6 had a drink Mir Wilson showed then how much money he had, and they slapped him on the back and said he was a good fellow.
 At last MT. Wilson and the banker sat down to dine. They had lobster ano pie and champagne and all kinds oi drinks, and Mir Wilson gave the waiter a dollar to fan him while he was eating.
 MT. Wilson ate two Holsters, for they were the first he had tasted in ten years, and every one in the house watched him when he pulled out such a lot of money and demanded to know how much ht owed the place.
 After that he and the banker went riding in an open carriage, and all tn, people along the street stopped to see them go by. They halted in front of ( saloon and had the bartender bring thre, bottles of champagne out to the carriage -one for Mir. Wilson, one for the bank CT and one for the driver.
 While they were drinking the cham pagne out of the bottles a crowd gath cred around. MT. Wilson ordered a DO hceman to disperse the crowd, and h, did so promptly.
 "Now, what shall we do next?' asked the banker, putting his arm around MT Wilson's neck.
 ''Oh, take a little ride and then hay, something more to drink. Drive ul therer' and he stood up in the seat anC kicked the driver in the back.
 So they drove up one street and dowl another, while the bands played anC women at the windows waved handker chiefs. MT. Wilson leaned back in tn cushions, thoroughly happy and count ing his money, when he felt a suddeI pain in his right foot. The pain became more sharp. He raised himself to his elbow He was getting the ''hot foot" heavy policeman was pounding the sol, of his shoe. The club was lifted again but Hobo Wilson drew back his leg. ''Go wan. now. Get move!' saiC the policeman. giving him a kick witt the broad of his foot.
 Well, I'm goin,' whined Hobt Wilson, whose head was all in a whir as he came to his feet. He picked up hi coat and limped around the corner O warehouse F, and at each step the crue truth became clearer to him. Thank goodness for one thing, sai, he, II can still taste the lobster. There was one remarkable circum | stance in connection with this adven ture, and it is puZzle to Pembertol Wilson, alias Hobo Wilson, alias Com | Again Wilson, alias Rooster. He re membercd throwing away the pocket book, thread and needle and strinI | when he found the money. Sure enough, when he searched hi coat afterward. he found that of his per sonal property only the copy of Burn remained. Chicago Record. Only a Summer Resort Tyro. The youth in white flannel suit, russe shoes. albino pink shirt and pancake ha | was doing his nrst time at n summer re | sort hotel, and he had as his companio something very similar in his makeup | but of three or four seasons experience Il | summer resorts. In a burst of confidenc after the first week of it the new fello, called the veteran aside. | II say, Tom, he said, blushing muc and whispering low, if I tell you som, thing will you keep dead still about it'"
 Sure. What is it:" And the bias youth was almost interested.
 swear you won't say anything:"
 "Of course. swear. Now what Is tf great secretf''
 Well, old fellow"-this with man blushes and much hesitancy-''I'm CT gagged"
 No, you don't say so''' And the ve cran smiled
 ''Yes, I'm engaged" he nodded chee fly.
 "To how many:''
 '.IIow many" gasped the new on "Onc, of course. How many did yC think, prayf'
 The veteran pulled himself together.
 That's SOL he said. Excuse me, forgot that you were only an amateur. ". Fireside Journal.
 Desperate.
 Wife" said a henpecked husband, ", to bed