Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-20

out of the girl thanf mako out Of th'
 boy says. But 1t ain't going to D,
 all digging up. I've made tho barol
 promise to go into business with me
 and though ain't told him yet, Tn
 going to put out line of Higbee't ! thin-sliced ham and bacon In glasi
 jars with his crest on 'em for the
 French trade. This Sbaron1l cost me
 more'n that sign showed you coming
 out of the old town, and he won't give
 any such returns, but the crest on them
 jars, printed in three colors and gold, will be q bully ad.; and 1t kept the
 women quiet" he concluded, apolo-
 getically.
 "The baron's good fellow" said Percival.
 "Sure,' replied Higbee. They're all
 good fellows. Hank had the makin's
 of a good fellow in him. And say, young, man, that reminds me; hear all kinds of reports about your getting to be one yourself. Now I knew your father, Daniel J. Zines, and I liked him. and like you: and l hope you won't get huffy, but from what they tell me you ain't doing yourself bit of good"
 Don't believe all you hear" laughed Percival.
 Well, I'll tell you one thing plain, if you was my son, you'd fade right back to the packing house along with Henry-boy. It's pity you ain't got some one to shut down on you that way. They tell me you got your fa- ther's capacity for carrying liquor, and I hear you're known from one end of Broadway to the other as the easiest mark that ever came to town. They say you couldn't walk in your sleep without spending money. Now, excuse my plain speaking, but them are two reputations that are mighty hard to live up to beyond certain limit. They've put lots of good weight-car- riers off the track before they was due to go. hear you got pinched in that wheat deal of Burman's?'
 "Oh, only for 2 few hundred thou sand. The reports of our losses were And we stood to win )ver-'
 "Yes-you stood to win, and then you went way back and set down. as he saying is. But it ain't the money. | You've got too much of that, anyway, i Lord knows. It's this everlasting hull abaloo and the drink that goes with | t, and the general trifling sort of 8 Tub it makes out of a young fellow. Us pity you ain't my son; that's all
 got to say. want to see you again | long in September after I get back rom San Francisco; I'm going to try o get you interested in some business. 'hat'd be good for you"
 You're kind, MT. Higbee, and really
 appreciate all you say; but you'll see ne settle down pretty soon, quick as ct my bearings, and be . credit to he state of Montana"
 After they had gone away Percival at revolving the paternal warnings of l. Iigbee. He considered them seriously. Ie decided he ought to think more bout what he was doing and what he hould do. He decided, too, that he ould think better with something me- hanical to occupy his hands. He took
 cab and was driven to the local ranch of his favorite temple of chance. lis host welcomed him at the door.
 "Ah, MT. Zines, a little recreation, , b? Your favorite dealer, Dutson, is ere tonight, if you prefer bank" Passing through the crowded, bright. i lighted rooms to one of the faro bles, where his host promptly se- lred seat for him, he played medi- i lively until one o'clock; adding ma , rially to his hosts reasons for believ- l g he had done wisely to follow his ew York clients to their summer an- K. z