The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-08-08

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thought, and it told.
"Oh, all right" said Charley, ris
ing and effecting a yawn. "1'll &C
down there with you. Nothing better
to do" And he went off to bed, tax.
ing his rose with him.
In the evening of that same day
Mr.. Huncks called at the Rirebien
He shook hands with Charley warm
ly.
Heard a lot about you, Mr.. Car,
ter. Always pleased to meet a thor
oughbred."
A little later they struck off down
the street for Paurs.
Hard luck you have to SELL" Char
ley said compassionately.
"Ain't it," Mr.. Huncks wagged his
head mournfully. Il suppose our
friend here has told you why. l ex-
pect a party around tonight to close
a deal with me. If Paul was here /
wouldn't sell But the war called
Paul home to the colors-French re-
servist-and l had to carry on the
business myself. Easy work, and
hate to quit, but the nissus-you
know how it is, or you would if you
was married. I've simply got to give
the place away and skate across to
Frisco to please the girl"
He stopped his friends directly I'M
der blazing electric sign, and point
ed over the way. 1t was Paurs. A
short flight of broad steps led to the
lobby OF the restaurant and people
were passing up them in twos and
threes, with occasionally a larger
group.
Seven O'clock" said Mr.. Huncks.
an half an hour you couldn't push
a pin in there without sticking some
body"
Mr.. Huncks took off his derby to
mop his forehead-he was warm from
his walk-and remarked:
~ got thirty thousand dollars
worth OF wine in the cellars over
there, boys, from sherry to cham
payne. Some drink! What. Let's go
over and sample it
He replaced his hat and pioneered
the way to the other side. The head
waiter conducted them to table in
a corner; it was removed some dis
lance from the others, and there was
an air OF privacy about it.
Mr.. Huncks spoke to the head
waiter.
Same old business. Peter. Pack
ing EN- in"
"Only fairish, sir" returned Peter
with a shrug. Monday, sir; always
a little slow on Mondays"
Nh Huncks nodded and turned to
Charley.
I've got an Al steward, my boy.
Name is Frascati-Italian. l told him
to get US up dinner we'd remember.
If it don't hit you right, squeal. But
l bet you won't"
Great" commented Charley.
It was a tremendous room, gaudy
with gilt and faring frescos. At one
end a piano. flute and violin were
working stocially through a popular
song. Nearly all the tables were fill
ed, and newcomers were constantly
arriving. The hum of voices rose high
above the music.
Gee" said Charley "Going some"
The cocktails were before them, and
he slipped his glass thoughtfully. Mr..
Teeters drained his at a gulp.
eff l owned this place I'd sleep in
It every night for fear it would get
away from me-" he declared.
Don't" Mr. Huncks begged him
Il want to forget it
1t was a rather neat little dinner
Mr.. Huncks served his friends. And
from soup to nuts wine flowed with
every course-sherry, chablis, claret,
port and brandy. Never
in his life had Mr.. Teeters run the
yamut of the wine card at one sit
ing like this. And neither had Char
lev. Ordinarily abstemious as a
Quaker parson, this night the bride
slipped his hold.
Mr.. Huncks was so jovially insist
.nt so pleasantly pressing with the
bottle that Charley could not find
I in him to resist. As consequence,
when they came to the cigars he look
ID upon the world and all therein con-
aimed with a benignant eye, and his
host, especially, he regarded as
riend and brother. Mr. Teeters free
V admitted his condition; he exulted
n it.
I'm all lit up like the Boston boat"
re proclaimed. casting a moist eye
around him. Stand me up on table,
and save the gas"
Mr.. Huncks was about to reply in
lind to this waggery when he caught
light of two men who mad just en-
cred. He frowned and said: /
THE DEVIL Here comes Virgins"
"Wiggins?" questioned Mr.. Tee
ers.
THE man who's going to buy me
,ut. And he's got his lawyer with
lin. l told him ten o'clock. He can t
Wait, l guess. Say, you boys don't
mind it we fix the business up right |
lere, do you? We won't be five min
ties. Sit tight and smoke. 1t is the
dge of the evening yet"
light.
'ot speech to make" he yapped.
What do you mean" Mr.. Huncks
tared at him blankly.
"Come-On, you amt going to let
his get away from you, are you" de-
handed Mr.. Teeters feverishly.
Creeping Cats, it's a eineh! Ten
thousand a week."
TOO late, Skeeters. Higgirs-Big-
rns-whet's his name-Cisgirs' He's
OF the call"
Mr.. Huncks lelned over and spoke
a'r cstly.
I'D rather sell to you, old man,
han to Virgins. You're a friend
MISUNDERSTANDING. If you
'ant TO buy maybe can fix it. Quick!
hey're herei'
Charley made large gesture of ae-
uiescence He felt that way.
CIV -" he s,;d