The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-12-17

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 IT personal pulchritude. Row to the ladies. Thank you. That will do."
 But wait a minute. Will you kind ly favor the ladies with a song. Oh he's a regulor Gene by Risky when 1t comes to singing. And when 1t comes to spell bindery. he's such hot talker that if Parker had a had him last year the Democrats would have carried Vermont.
 Tune up William Jinnigan, and give the ladies the best in your shop. Will the audience please play something plan issimo."
 The repository of so many talents got up from the dark corner where he sat half concealed and moved into the firelight, Satterwhite on his wood box seat noted his splendid proportions with keen interest. His shoulders were broad and well set with wide chest between. The face was even more impressive than the figure. The hair above was crisp and wavy. The forehead was both deep and broad. and there was that width between the temples which always tells it's own story of talents and capacity. The most was full and slightly curved. the chin rounded and cleft. curved mus tache with a downward turn. hid the mouth but the marks of dissipation that lined the face were not to be hld T nale flabby flesh that hung loosely about the frame of the strong face told only too we'll of prostituted man hood ard of a servife slavery to ty- 3rannical appetite. This face at once so weak carried the tale of besodden talents and drowned out hopes. lE.
 With an effort he threw of the dig sy influence of his nights drinking and appeared debonair and graceful like wanderer from some other place. like one who comes from other scenes
 Shall 1t be a song or, sermon? he asked. lowing to the uhinspiring audience that faced hi~- half awake but admiringly His VI ( was full and rounded and his accents polished. "A song let it be. You and have slipped so far down the hill of Avernus that we are beyond preachers voice, and till only salvation we can hope for, must come in flash of lighting and as the day of miracles Is past. we will not wait for the stroke but trip our onward way to hell joyously. with laugh and a song.
 Its an old song, ladies and gentle men, that I am going to give you. but its one of the sort that always goes to the spot.
 "In days of old. when men were bold
 And barons held their sway"
 The voice was strong and rich. baritone of, wide compass and evident culture. The building was filled with the music. From some dark recess up- stairs Satterwhite saw a woEian come out and sit on the stairs for better hearing. Across the street he saw through the front door a knot of men before a squalid grocery store come to the edge of the sidewalk. From the first bar, his associates gave the sing CT the tribute of a rapt, satisfied att tention. And well they might, thought Satterwhite. He knew good music when he heard it and this was of the first class.
 Now ain't that great. ain't that great?" admipingly questioned Slip pery Elm" looking from one to another of the select audience. Say he's the best meal ticket hobo ever had. He just beats the dickens panhandling' with that voice and Gentlemen Jim figure of his. Just picked him in Georgia the other day. Haven't miss ed a meal since I had him. William Jinnigans I'm proud to own you as member of the profession, you are an ornament to 1t.
 Give him a drink! Hold on. make it three fingers in wash tub for Will fam Jinnigans. Everybody up and drink to the Georgia Mocking Bird"
 The tall girl sat near the fire place. throughout the song. her hand upon the mantlepiece. her eyes against her arm. gazing fixedly into the fire. The os- tentatious ceremony of filling the glasses in honor of the song drew from her no sign or notice of interest.
 "Aw, come on and have one. Edith" urged the sH@ller girl unsteady in standing, and0unsteady In speaking. Nav, don't want none. Go on with yer drinking" the girl by the fire replied without changing her gaze or her position.
 The singer took his own glass bow ed gracefully. in extending and said: NO kill joy tonight. Miss Estelle. To- morrow our troubles will come back to us. but tonight, they are me-e phantoms, too unreal to cast a shad . tonisht-why tonight is laughter and song tomorrow will bring it's own bur dens and tomorrow can look after its own burdens"
 The girl looked at him timidly and with side long glance. Satterwhite thought he saw her blush. but 1t might have been the frelight on her cheek. She took the glass; rose and walked to the center of the party.
 "Ah. bravo" cried the sin ger. Why not d glass of pleasure. why not glass of forgetfulness.
 Why be this juice. the gift of God. BIasphcme the twisted tendTil as snare.
 blessing we should use it. should we not,
 A curse. then who set it there"
 "Omar said that. Do you know who old Omar was. Slippery? No. Omar. is not a new breakfast food. and it's not the same of d station on the New York Central. Omar. you bright but ignorant chan was the man who invented pie turcsque drinking and raised fl to the dignity of an art. He is the man who warmed inc world for q eoul drunk