Connecticut western news., 1895-01-17

| chances. Here's the stuff. !" He dribbled out on the bar the silver which the conductor had given him. r There was rush, and Dinny began setting out rows of schooners.
 Drink up that moneyi" shouted MT. Wilson, ''and say, Dinny, give me a good cigar.
 | While the boys were taking away the 'scuttles" as fast as they could be passed up, Mir. Wilson went out to pur- ! chase wardrobe. He knew the place to time looking at the brilliant neckties and white collars. The proprietor met him gruffly, but melted into smiles when he saw the roll of money.
 ''Fix me up from the skin out" said MT. Wilson "Give me the best stuff you've got and hand it out quick. Have you got back room?"
 Certainly he had 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 new man. His neck felt the dignified embrace of collar for the first time in years. The stiff 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'll hire some one to lick that fel- low" said MT. Wilson as he directed his 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'll show you where it is, !" said Q | 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 as president of bank and said he was proud to be allowed to walk along the street with Mir. Wilson. They met sew eral distinguished citizens whose names Mr. Wilson had read in scraps of news paper around the lodging house.
 They met the mayor, the postmaster, MT. Armour, MT. Field, MT. Pullman and others. Every time MT. Wilson was introduced the whole crowd went and had drink. MT. Wilson showed them how much money he had, and they zl1 %la l,o was good fellow.
 At last MT. Wilson and the banker sat down to dine. They had lobster and pie and champagne and all kinds of drinks, and MT. Wilson gave the waiter 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 he owed the place.
 After that he and the banker went riding in an open carriage, and all the people along the street stopped to see them go by. They halted in front of a saloon and had the bartender bring three 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 po- | liceman to disperse the crowd, and he did so promptly.
 'Now, what shall we do next?" asked the banker, putting his arm around MT. Wilson's neck.
 "Oh, take little ride and then have something more to drink Drive up therep' and he stood up in the seat and kicked the driver in the back. So they drove up one street alid down another, while the bands played and women at the windows waved handker- | chiefs. MT. Wilson leaned back in the cushions, thoroughly happy and count ing his money, when he felt a sudden pain in his right foot
 The pain became more sharp. | He raised himself to his elbow.
 He was getting the ''hot foct. '" A heavy policeman was pounding the sole of his shoe. The club was lifted again, but Hobo Wilson drew back his leg
 '.Go wan, nowl Get movep' said the policeman, giving him kick with the broad of his foot.
 Well, I'm goin,' whined Hobo Wilson. whose head was all in whirl as he came to his feet. He picked up his coat and limped around the corner of warehouse F, and at each step the cruel truth became clearer to him
 Thank goodness for one thing,'' said he, 1T can still taste the lobster ''
 There was one remarkable circum- stance in connection with this adven- ture, and it is puzzle to Pemberton Wilson, alias Hobo Wilson, alias Come Again Wilson, alias Rooster He re- membered throwing away the pocket book, thread and needle and string when he found the money.
 Sure enough, when he searched his coat afterward, he found that of his per sonal property only the copy of Burns