Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1912-07-19
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pleted. he centereu MS concern upon
the more vital matter Of finances. lie
was close to the nadir: four soveT-
eigns, form, and collection of bat
tared coppers that would have icklcd
she pulse Of an amateur numismatist.
NO vintage tonight, my boy; no
long, fat Havana, either. A bottle OF
stout and few rags Of plug-cut;
that's the pace we'll travel this eve
ming. The United Romance and Ad.
venture Company is not listed at pres
ent. If it was, I'd sell few shares
on my own hook. The kind Lord
knows that I've stock enough and to
spare" He laughed again, but with
out the leaven of humor. when the
fool-killer snatches up the last fool.
let rogues look to themselves; and
fools are getting scarcer every day.
"Percival Algernon! o age Of 20
cts! I wonder, does he wear high col
lars and spats, or has she plumbed
him accurately? She is generally
right. But a man changes some in
seven years. I'm an authority when it
comes 10 that. Look what's happened
to me in seven years! First, Horace,
We shall dine, then we'll smoke our
pipe in the billiard-room, then We'll
softly approach Percival Algernon
and introduce him to Sinbad. This in
dependent excursion to Bagdad was
stroke on my part; it will work into
the general plan as smoothly as If IL
had been grooved for the part. Sinbad.
] might just as we'll have assumed
that name: Horace Sinbad, sounds
well and looks we'll" He unused in
silence, his hand gently rubbing his
chin; for he did possess the trick Of
talking aloud, in low monotone,
habit acquired during periods OF lone
liness, when the sound of his own
voice had succeeded In steadying his
tottering mind.
What woman, what wife, sEo
would have been to the right man!
Odd thing, man can do almost any
thing but direct his affections; they
must be drawn. She was not for him;
nay, not even on q desert Isle. Doubt
less he was fool. In time she would
have made him rich man. Alacl1!
1t was always the one We pursued,
that we loved and never the one that
pursued us.
I'm afraid OF her; and there you
are. There isn't man living WHO
has gone back Of that Mona Lisa smile
of hers. If she was the last woman
end was the last man, ] don't say
He hunted for cigarette, but failed
to find one. almost at the bottom,
boy; the winter Of our discomfort, and
no sun of York 10 make it glorious.
lwenty-four hundred at cards, and t.
lose it like q tyro! Wallace has taught
NE all he knows, but I'm a BOBBY
Twanty-four hundred, firms money,
It's failing OF mine, the firms money.
But, damn 1t all, I can't cheat a man
at cards; I'd rather cut his throat
He found his pipe, and a careful
search Of the corners OF his coat-pocN"
cts revealed q meager plpeful OF to-
bacco. He picked out the little balls
of wool, the ground-cof7ee, the cloves,
and pushed the charge home into the
crusted bowl Of his briar.
"To the devil with economy! A.
pint of burgundy and perfecto II
they hale us 10 Jail for It. I'm dead
tired. I've seen three corners in hcls
in the past two months. I'm going as
far as four scvercigns will take me.
Fortune Chedsoye." His blue
eyes became less hard and his mouth
less defiant y repeat, the heart
should be nothing but q pump. 9th
erwise it gets In the way, becomes an
obstruction, a bottomless pit Will
power, that's the ticket can face a.
lion without an extra beat, / can face
the various countenances OF death
without an additional fiutter; and yet,