The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-10-26
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rows or urn, StrO1E teelL. LOTeiel,
who was watching him, decided that
he must have at least twice the usual
number; yet It was a good mouth--s
good. big. generous mouth.
Thanks for those glorious words OF
praise; that's more than we're doing on
the Street nowadays. Whewl Got
any grape Juice for a growing boyT"
He helped himself to his fathers wine
glass and drained 1t. You can settle
now. dad-one thousand iron men.
owe Il TO Demorest."
"what do you meanT
"Debt Of honor. heard she was
due here with some kind Of an electric
thrill so | offered her my share Of the
sweepstakes to further disgrace herself
by dancing with me-" He caught Lore
lei's eye and stared boldly. Hello! 1
believe in fairies, too, dad. Introduce
me TO the Princess"
Merkle volunteered this serdce, and
Bob promptly hitched his CHAIR closer.
Lorelei saw that he was ver1f drunk,
and marveled at his control dyring the
recent exhibition.
"Tell me more about the Pa rti-color
Petticoat' and 'Dentol Chewlra Cum
Miss knight. Your face is a household
word in every street car" he began.
She replied promptly, quoting hap
hazard from the various adv ertlse-
ments in which she figured. at never
shrinks; it holds Its shape; 1t must be
seen to be appreciated; is cool. re-
freshing, and prevents decay"
"How did you meet that French
dancer?" Hannibal Wharton queriel',
sourly, of his son.
81 stormed the stage door and way
laid her in the wings. She thought I
was you, dad. Wharton is a grand old
name" He chuckled at his fathers
exclamation.
Where did you learn those Argen-
tine wigglesT'
Hard times are TO blame, dad. The
old men on the exchange play golf all
day, and the young ones turkey-trot all
night. / stay up late in the hope that
may find a quarter that some sub
urbanite has dropped"
The elder men rose and sauntered
away In the direction OF their host,
whereupon Bob vinked
They've left US fat. Why7 Be
cause the wicked Mile. Demorest has
finally made her appearance as 8
guest. Ny dad is splendid shock
absorber. Narghty. naughty papar
Its probably well that you came
with her; fathers are so indiscreet"
Young Wharton signaled to a waiter
who was passing with a wine bottle
and napkin.
"Tarryr he cried. Remove the
shroud. please, and let me look at poor
old Roderer. Thanks. How natural
he tastes" Then to Lorelei: THE gov
ernor is a woman hater; but no man
Is safe in range OF your liquid orbs,
Miss Knight Wouldn't mother enjoy
reading the list OF Hammon's guests at
this party7 Among those present were
Mr.. Hannibal G. Wharton, the WELL
known rolling-mlll man; Miss Lorelei
Knight, principal frst-act fairy of the
Bergman Revue, and Mile. Adoree
Demorest, the friend OF a king. A good
time was had By all, and the diners
enjoyed themselves very NICE" He
laughed loudly, and the girl stirred.
"She'd be pleased to read also that
you came late, but highly intoxicated"
"Ah! Salvation Nell" Bob took no
offense. 'If the hour was late she'd
know my intoxication followed as a
matter of course. | am a derivative
of alcohol, the one and infalllble argu-
ment against temperance, Miss
knight"
"You talk as II you were always
drunk"
"Oh-not always. By day I am fire.
| quently sober, but at such times | arp
tit company for neither man nor beast:
am harsh and unsympathetic;
scheme and l connive. With nightfall,
however, there comes a metamorpho-
sis. Once l am stocked up with ales,
wines, liquors and cigars, become a
living, palpitatlng influence for good.
spreading happiness and prosperity In
my wake"
"Do you consider yourself In such
condition nowT queried Lorelel,
vaguely amused.
II am, and, since II is long past the
closing hour of one and the tango par
lors are dark, suppose we blow this
Who's Who in Pittsburgh and taxi
cab out to roadhouse where the bass
fiddle is still inhabited and the second
generation is trottlng to the Robert Z.
Lee'"
Lorelei shook her head with a smile.
II don't care to CO."
stranger Mr.. Wharton helped
himself to a goblet OF wine, appearing
to heap the liquor above the edge of
the glass. "No, II were sober I
could understand how you might pre-
fer these 'pappy guys to me, for no
body likes me then, but I'm agreeably
picked. Merkle won't take you any.
where, for he's full OF distilled water
and has directors meeting at ten"