Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-24
THE SPENDERS A TALE OF THE THIRD GENERATION By HARRY LEON WILSON
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By HARRY LEON WILSON
Copyright. by Lothrop Publishing Company.
CHAPTER xxx.

Hightower at midnight. Billy Brue wanted to walk down to their hotel, on the plea that they might see fight or a fire Tor something" He never ceased to feel cheated when he was obliged to ride in New York. But Uncle Peter insisted on the cab.
 .Say, Uncle Peter," he said, as they rode down, T got good notion to get mo one of them frst-part suits-l4ke the minstrels wear in the grand first part, you know-only I'd never be able to git on to the track right without a hostler to harness me and see to all the buckles and cinch the straps right. They're mighty fine, though. ]" Z Finding Uncle Peter uncommunica- tive, he unused during the remainder of the ride, envying the careless ease with which Percival anu his friends, and even Uncle Peter, wore the pre- scribed evening regalia of gentlemen. and yearning for the distinguished effect of it's black and white elegance upon himself.
 They went to their connecting rooms, and Billy Brue respectfully sought his bed, marveling how free people in a town like New York could ever bring themselves to waste time in sleep As he dozed of, he could hear the slow, measured tread of Uncle Peter pacing the floor in the next room
 He was awakened by hearing his name called. Uncle Peter stood in a flood of light at the door of his room. He was fully dressed.
 Awake, Billy?"
 ''Is it gittin'-up timer"
 v The old man came into the room and lighted gas jet. He looked at his watch.
 NO; only quarter to, four. ain't been to bed yet" @5S Billy Brue sat up and rubbed his eyes. .....
 "Rheumatiz again, Uncle Peter?"
 No; I been thinkin', Billy. How do you like the gamer" %
 He began to pace the floor again from one room to the other. frsrr l"What gamer" Billy Brue had en- countered a number in New York.
 This whole game-livin' in New York"
 MT. Brue became judicial.
 Its a good game as long as you got money to buy chips. I'd hate like darnation to go broke here. All the pay-claims have been located, guess"
 q doubt it's bein' good game any time, Billy. been actin as kind of a lookout now fur about 40 d'~-s and 40 nights, and the chahees fS aITN fn favor of the house. You don't even get half your money on the high card when the splits come"
 Billy Brue pondered this sentiment. It was not his own.
 "The United States of America is all right, Billy"
 This was safe ground.
 "Sure!" His mind reverted to the evening just past. "Of course there was couple of Clarences in high col lars there tonight that made out like they was throwin' it down; but they ain't the whole thing, not by long shot"
 'Yes, and that young shrimp that was talkin' about 'vintages' and 'trouserings.' The old man paused tn his walk.
 What are 'trouserings,' Billy?"
 MT. Brue had not looked into shop windows day after day without enlarg- ing his knowledge. A z
 'Trouserings." he proclaimed, rather importantly, .is tHr '-.h they make pants out of"
 "0h. is that all? didn't know but it might be some new kind of duds. And that fellow don't ever get up till II o'clock a. m. don't reckon would myself if didn't have anything but trouserings and vintases to worry about And that Van Arsdel boy,"
 "Sayl" said Billy, with enthusiasm, "I never thought I'd be even in the same room with one of that fam ly. Tess I prized open the door with a jimmy"
 Well. who's he? My father knew his grandfather when he kep' tavern bver on the Raritan river. and his grandmother!-this shrimp's grand mother,-she tended bar"
 "Gee!"
 "Yes. they kep' tavern. and the old , lady passed the rum bottle over the bar. and took in the greasy money This here fellow, now. couldn't make an honest Twin like that, I bet you. He's like a dog breeder would say got the pedigree, but not the points" . Mir. Brue emitted a high, throaiy giggIe.
 But they ain't all like that here, . Uncle Peter. Say. you come out with me some night jest in your workin' clothes. I can show you people all right that won't ask to see your union card. Say. on the dead. Uncle Peter. l wish you'd come. There's a lady perfessor in a dime museum right down here on Fourteenth street that eats fire and iuggles the big snakes say. she's got a complexion"
 There's enough like that kind. though" interrupted Uncle Peter. T could take a doubls-barTel shotgun up to that hotel and get nine with each sarrel around In them hallvays; the shot wouldn't have to be ranm d. either: tvouldn't have to scatter so hlaned much
 -oh. well. them society sports