Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-12-28

the Jade
"NIy dear Nimrod what other possible excuse could
he have for interrupting a toast that gentlemen
were about drink pleasantly together. Boy, bring
third glass;
Julan's convoy was exquisitely uncomfortable He
was short and quite stout; slight, yellow mustaches
screened his lip; and, although the pink his plump
cheeks had undoubtedly been deepened by his 1ntru
sion, ordinarily he must have possessed ford COM
plexion. Unlike the two already seated he wore,
not evening coat, but dinner jacket, with black
stock.
Il do not know how to explain" he began.
The artist gave him opportunity to conclude. He
pointed finger at the little mans middle pearl shirt
stud. 1--WE suspect you of the jade!H he accused.
Gross your heart and hope to die 1t cannot be the
aquamarinel Confess that it is the green ade!"
With evident agitation the yellow mustached stranger
sank into the chair that Julian held ready. He wiped
his forehead. Quite so-the jade, he admitted 1T
is that and because it is Christmas Eve, which
bodened me to interrupt old friends discussing
holiday bottle
He leaned across the table, twisting the wine basket
until he could the label "Ah-it is the 1900 Mar
gaux!" he said. Il almost failed get here. We had
baby blizzard near Pittsburgh. You see came all the
way from Chicago keep fantastic promise am"
"Yes yes!7 the artist broke in Julian told us. You
professor. As for me, have deserted a snug
garnet studio in the Rue Chat Nor keep the faith
And l." the returned hunters tone regretful,
had to leave most of my traps with bandit guide at
Blagovestchensk, else should not be here
"You left them where the professor inquired.
"Nimrod has been shooting tigers IN the Anur dis
trct,' explained the painter
Truth demands the statement that got only one,
the sunburned young finished This IS one of her
claws He tossed a wicked, ivory crescent upon the
linen. "By the way, do you like lobster newburg' OF
shall have something else; but the chafng
dish is Just right.
Al am fond of all shellfsh said the professor. a
have been ever since knew that Horace dotted them
at Baise."
Horace who?" asked the painter. Don't be afraid
of hurting my feelings. | never went in for col
lege l paint
He was an old Roman poet said the little
you see, | professor OF ancient
languages
and the Latin Quarter can't afford to neglect
him. eaculatti the returned hunter. I've
forgotten nearly everything learned, freshman
year, but know that Flaccus was always boost
ing one brand of wine
@Old Falernian," murrnured the professor.
"Alas, there is lefti'
LET stick to Chateau Nargaux, said the
painter. (Which reminds me, was about to
propose a toast as you came in. And this toast,
Sir-it is the only Latin / know very
full at times too and hope it will reinstate me
in your classic esteen-is to be drunk super
naculurn."
@Bravo!' cried the last conner who was be-
ginning to feel at home. There less color
in his cheeks. He reached for the glass that
had been poured for him.
Il give you' said the artist getting up the
FOUNDER
The little professor drank supernaculum, also
upon his feet Then he turned to the sunburned
man behind the chatting dish. @You mean
The latter upon his feet too. He bowed
gravely to the painter and the black-stocked
visitor from Chicago.
Il give you the pink perdot and the green
ade!7 he announced Il would be glad to drink
to the aquamarine well, this Christmas Eve.
Gentlemen, Your heaths!' He drank also
supernaculum