The Jersey City news., 1903-01-23
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was cnUKed. Here ana rnere 1 saw tue
color of martial attire. Save for this
and that the buildings were low and
solid and that most of the people walk
ed slower, l might have been looking
down upon Broadway for all the
change of place saw There is not
much difference between New York
and London except in the matter of To-
comotion. The American gets around
with more rapidity than does his Eng
lish cousin, but in the long run he ac-
complishes no more. 1t is only when
one steps on to the continent that the
real difference in the human races is
discerned. Strange as this may seem,
it is not distinguishable in a eosmopol-
itan city. Suddenly my rowing eyes
rested upon a familiar face. 1t was
Hillars, and he was pushing rapidly
across the street. Any one would have
instantly marked him for an American
by the nervous stride, the impatience
at being obstructed. 5 went into the
fireroom, intending to give him little
surprise. l did not have long to wait.
The door to the main office opened, and
he came in singing snatch from a
drinking song we used to sing at col
lege. The rich baritone that had once
made the old glee club famous was
bit husky and throaty.
"Dickv' he called. 'Hi, Dick. Well,
I'm hanged" Evidently he had dis
covered my cable.
"Dick isn't in," said I, crossing the
threshold.
In moment our hands were welded
together, and we were gazing into each
others eyes.
You old reprobatew cried mot
to have met me at the station even.'
"Bless my soul, Jack. this cable was
the first intimation that you were with
in 5000 miles of London But it does
my heart good to see your pumping
my hand again. Come out to dinner
with me. Now don't begin to talk till
we've had something to eat. I'm al
most famished. / know all the ques-
tions you want to ask. but not now
There's Bohemian joint block
L
Wen have chops and ale. just like we
did in the old days. the green and
salad days. l would they were back
again." soberly. "Oh. I've long story
to tell you. my son. Time enough
when we get to my rooms. But not
word of it now-not a word 1t will
all be forgotten in ten minutes with
you. Well rake up the old days and
live 'em over for an hour or So I'm
glad that suggested you in my letter.
What did the old man say about my
nervous prostration?" with half
laugh.
He put quotation marks around It."
l answered. Il wanted to see you par
ticularly. They told me that you were
rolling down hill so fast that if some
one did not put fulcrum under you
you'd be at the bottom in no time at
all. I'm going to be the lever by which
you are. to be rolled up hill again"
He smiled grimly. "If any one could
do that--well, here we are" And we
entered the chophouse and took ia.
BILE in one of the side rooms. Woods"
he said to the waiter, "ehops for two,
Clipped potatoes. and fill up those
stems of mine with ale. That will be
all. brought those stems from across,
Jack. You'll go crazy over them, for
they are beauties"
A college bred bachelor nine times
out of ten has a mania for collecting
pipes or stems or both. Dan and
had been affected this way. During
the year / had studied at Heidelberg
had gathered together some fifty odd
pipes and stems. have them yet, and
many pleasant memory they beget
me. AS for the stems of Dan, they
were beyond compare.
'I'll tell you a story about them,"
said Dan after he had taken a deep
swallow of the amber ale. Few men
can boast of stems like these. MOI
many months ago there was party of
men and women. belonging to the capi-
tai of a certain kingdom, who attended
q dinner. 1t was one of those times
when exalted personages divest them
selves Of the dignity and ponp of
court and become free and informal.
There were 80 of these stems made
especially for the occasion. BY cir
eunstance over which | had no con-
frol was the only alien at this din
ner. The stems were souvenirs. How
I came by two was due to the lady
whom | took down to dinner aud who
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