News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1906-01-10

caution, for each half of the building
had its l. shaped well dropping sheer
to the base, the parapets 50 low that
one might easily have tripped over
them into eternity However we were
soon upon the second staircase, which
opened on the roof, like the first. And
twenty minutes of the next twenty
five we spent in an admirable hanson,
Swimming east.
"Not much change In the old hole,
Bunny. More Of these magic lantern
advertisements and absolutely the
worst bit of taste in town, though it's
saying something, in that equestrian
statue with the gilt stirrups and fix
ings. Why don't they black the buff
fers boots and his horses hoofs while
they are about it? More bicyclsts, of
| course. That was just beginning, If
| OH remember. 1t might have been
useful to us. And there's the old club
| getting put into crate for the jubilee.
| BY Joye, Bunny, we ought to be there.
| ] wouldn't lean forward in Piccadilly,
old chap. If you're seen, I'm thought
| of, and we shall have to be jolly care
full at Kellner's. All, there it is! Did
l tell you l was low down stage
Yankee at Kellner's? You'd better be
| another while the walters in the room.'
We had the little room upstairs, and
on the very threshold I-even Who
knew my Rallies of old, was taken hor-
ribly aback. The table was laid for
three. called his attention to it in a
whisper.
"Why, yepy' came through his nose.
''Say, boy, the lady she's not comm,
but you leave that tackle where it's. If
I'm liable to pay, l guess I'll have
all there is to it."
l have never been in America, and
the American public is the last on
earth that desire to insult, but idiom
and information alike would have i'm
posed upon my ineXperience. l had
to look at Rallies to make sure that it
was he who spoke, and had my own
reasons for looking hard.
"Who on earth was the lady? | in
quired, aghast, at the first opportunity.
'She isn't on earth. They don't like
wasting this room on two, that's all.
Bunny-my Bunny-here's to us both!''
And we clinked glasses swimming
with the liquid gold Of Steinberg, 1868,
but Of the rare delights of that supper
can scarcely trust myself to write |
1t was no mere meal; it was no coarse |
orgy, but little feast for the fastidi- |
GUS gods not unworthy Of Lucullus at |
his worst. And 1, who had bolted my |
skilly at Norwood Scrubs and !
frightened my belt in Holloway attic,
it was | who sat down to this ineffable |
repast! Where the courses were few,
but each a triumph of it's kind, it
would be invidious to single out any
one dish, but the jambon de West
phalie au champagne tempts me sore
ly And then the champagne that we
drank, not the quantity, but the quail
ty! Well, it was Pol Roger, 1884, and
was quite good enough for me- but
even so it was not more dry nor did it
sparkle more than the merry rascal
who had dragged me thus far to the
devil, but should lead me dancing the
rest of the way. l was beginning to
tell him so. l had done my honest
best since my temperance in the
world, but the world had done it's
worst by me. A further antithesis
and my final intention were both upon
my tongue when the waiter with the
Chateau MargauX cut me short. for he
was the bearer of more than that great
wine, bringing also card upon sill
yer tray.
"Show him up" said Rallies lacon-
cally.
"An1 who is this?" | cried when the
nan was gone. Raffles reached across
he table. and gripped my arm in his
rise. His eyes We're steel points fixed
III mine.
Bunny, stand by me-" said he in the
I'D, irresistible voice-a voice both
stern and winning "Stand by me.
3unny-if there's a row."
And there was time for nothing
more, the door flying open and dap
Ter person entering with a bow,
rock coat on his back, gold pince neZ
m his nose, a shiny hat in one hand
md black bag in the other.
Good evening, gentlemen" said lie,
It home and smiling
"Sit down." drawled RaffleS in casual
esponse. "Say, let me introduce you
o Mr.. Ezra B. Martin of Shicawgo
1r. Martin is my future brother-in-
aw. This is Mr.. Robinson. Ezra. man
ger of Sparks & Co., the celebrated
oolers OH Regent street"
l pricked up my ears, but contented
myself with n nod. | altogether dis
rusted my ability to live up to my 7.
ew name and address.
Il figured on Miss Martin bein' right
ere, too" continued Rallies, "but ] re-
ret to say she's not feeln' so good.
We light out for Parrus on the 8 a. m.
rain tomorrer mornin, and she
'uessed she'd be too dead. Sorry to
isappoint you, Mr.. Robinson, but l
QUILL see I'm advertiser your wares"
Raffles held his right hand under the
lectric light, and diamond ring
ashed upon his little finger could | s