Arizona republican., 1905-06-04

crew had passed him some pretty SWlIt kicks and left him. Pretty stupid and dopy yet, he crawled home to his own room and slept some more of it off
 Then, when his head did finally clear out. he began to look himself over; to discover and explore. as you might say. When he looked in the glass he must have nearly fell dead. His yellow moustache was gone. Then he'd gone to sleep in old clothes. and he woke up in swell. high-classed rig,silk-lined, and without spot, patch or sign of wear. He had on silk guaze under wear, patent leather shoes, diamonds in his shirt front, cuff links, and a pair of pretty hot socks. Feeling in his pockets, as a man will. he found a gold watch and chain, gold cigarette case, corkscrew mounted in rubies, and $342 in bills and coin. Every one in the deal had been too busy to touch him while he was drugged.
 Long before he got his senses his arm began to feel funny. After he'd investigated the costume, he took off the Willy-boy coat and stripped up his shirt sleeve. There was a tattoo mark, smarting like sin, with the name "Dotty" in beautiful capital letters. Well, when he saw that he went right
 
 old woman in the nursery rhyme Hawk -massy on us, this is none of T."
 The tattoo mark was his only clue. I was the only one he knew in the busi- ness, so he came down to me and wanted to know how, and when, and where, and why, and what-the-devil.
 Look here my son." says I, what are you kicking abont, anyway? Yon go to sleep with eight dollars on your back and two bits in your jeans. You wake up with about a seven hundred and fifty dollar rig on, and a wad in your pocket more than you ever had in your life. The thing for you to dO," says, "is to lose yourself before you're called for. and to stay lost, good and hard! Next time you fade away on the water front, you'll wake up in a jumper and overhauls, shovelling gar bage! You can't expect to draw a straight flush in diamonds every deal. Next shuffle you may catch deuces. You take my advice and drop a part of that roll of yours for a ticket on the owl train tonight. before you're enchanted back again"
 "AlI right" he says, 'I'll do it. But for heavens sake, tell me just one thing, and I'll ask no more questions. for heavens sake. tell me just one Who in blazes is Dotty?''
 "Aw," I says, she's the fairy god mother of this pipe dream. She's changed into a seagull by this time"
 Well" concluded the rubber, "he skipped, and I have never seen him since from that day until tonight, when I found you scrapping with him, for f h fc, fe- If you want to talk to him now, he'll probably be all right. He's had time to have a plunge, and you'll find him sleeping up stairs. I've got to go home so goodbye. Come around again some time and tell me about him.
 Admeh Drake, after the swim in the tank himself, passed through the main salon and upstairs, acting upon the hint of the Dermograph artist. The place was lined with cots, now filled with snoring occupants, and it was not until he had explored a second story, that Admeh found him of the clay yellow beard. He was alone in a se- cluded ward. sleeping peacefully. Ad- meh touched him, and Maidslow sat up with a terrified stare.
 What d,you want? What d'yOu want of me?" he cried
 Admeh was astonished at his fright but hastened to relieve the mans sus- pense. "Oh, nothing bad, I hope. Is your name"- here he hesitated, and the mans face showed abject fear "Maidslow?" and the mouth relaxed it's tensity.
 'Yes," said the man; what do you want?"
 'T want to tell you that there is s15,OOO coming to you!" said Drake.
 The man stared now in bewilder- ment.
 Ever know old Max Miller. Swiss bell ringer?"
 "A little" said Maidslow. "Why?"
 He's your rich uncle. You caught him when you stole Maxey from him."
 See, here" said Maidslow, what kind of a jolly are you giving me, anyway? I haven't seen Maxey-I sup pose you mean my wife-for two years. If you know anything about her. tell me, and tell me slow
 For the second time that night Ad- meh Drake narrated his adventures, beginning at Coffee Johns, and end ing with the news of Maxie, and the 1 legacy left to Harry Maidslow. But, 1 when he mentioned Colonel Knowl- | tons name as the trustee, Maidslow, | who had listened so far in delight, l gave an exclamation of despair.
 "Oh, heavens!" he cried, "I can never | get that money! Why couldn't he have | given it in charge of some one else? | Colonel Knowlton, of all the men in | the world!"
 "Why can't you get it from him?" Drake asked.
 You listen to my story and you'll know" replied Maidslow.
 
 A MEMORY OF ROBERT E. LEE.