Smyrna times., 1901-11-13

satisfied and the senator's son pale.
repentant and following old Newt
around like a whipped dog. Old Har-
bine actually grew younger and gayer
as the days grew into weeks and the
weeks into months and his boy showed
no signs of a relapse.
"By Jehosaphat, Newtp' he swore at
his friend one night. I'm blowed if
1 don't believe you've cured the whelp.
You got to take something just to give
me a chance to show how l appreciate
what you've done. Why, mother was
breaking her heart over Dick. never
showed how his doings hurt me, but
they were just killing me. You're
poor, Newt, and you're getting old
don't deny it-you'll have to quit this
blessed newspaper business pretty
soon, and I'll bet you haven't saved
hundred dollars. Come, Newt, be fair
with me. Let me loan you at least a
few thousand? Eth? Or say, better
yet, take that house and lot up in N
street. 1 don't want it, and it'll net
you two thousand per. What d'you
say?"
But Newt would only abuse old Har-
bine for his pains and turn the talk
into a string of "jOshing." The senator
however, was so serious in his deter
mination to do something for Newt
that the dispute between them grew
acute and almost bitter. Newt was
getting old. Nobody knew whether he
had saved anything, but everybody
knew that the time for his retirement
was at hand. AS months went by and
old Harbine's solicitude about reward.
ing him waXed more earnest and per
sistent poor Nevis powers of resist
ance began to wane. The senator saw
it and was glad. The two old friends
became inseparable. Terrapin supperS
and bouts with innumerable min
juleps became continuous. Spring was
merging into summer when the ole
correspondent yielded finally to th'
tempter.
Senator" began Newt one night a
they sat on the hotel balcony, "Pvt
made up my mind to take that rewart
you insist on giving me-
"God bless you, old man." chuckle'
, Harbine, tinkling the ice in his bi
glass.
; 'I'm not going half way about it e
ther," resumed Stuart, looking up wit
, an evident effort to muster his courage
r ''I'm going to hit you hard. I'M
, "Fire away, you old fraud"' laughe
l the senator. You know well I'd civ
I vOu the shirt off nv back"
1 I'm going to retire at the end o I'll
year." continued Newt, "and I'm NJ
: going to work any more. T.
= Bully boy! Go ahead"' laughed Ha
t bine
Il 'In fact. expect to pass the rest {
+ my life in ease-fishing, in fact
G That's the stuff! How much'n
J. cost year to keep an old hermit iii
: you in terrapin, mint and bourbon
Let 'er go, Newt!'
r "Never mind what it'll cost" He
Newt swallowed the lump in his throa
v coughed a few times and let go Il
V thunderbolt:
9 81 want that Meek reel O. yourn"
g 'Newt," bawled the senator, gettil
# pale-'Newt, you don't mean itT'
s But l do mean it. Are you going
J. make it good?'
v "Oh, Newt" groaned old Harbir
t don't get so grasping! Take the hou
d in n street. It's worth nearly ten tho
IS sand'
le Nope" drawled the inexorable ST
a art. mo real estate for me. I'd rath
r. have that reel than half O. Capitol hi
J. Do get it?"
IF The senator strobe up and down t
"a balcony a dozen times in moody
IS lence. Once he paused before Newt
ns if to utter further protestatiOns.
I'd finished his julep, made another, t
I'd kled a faint knell with the ice in
q glass and fairly grOaned:
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