Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-01-24

! the tall pitcher and some glasses, and
pours for her. He pours for himself.
This beverage is almost like
drink" he observes. ''I'll have to tell
Three-B to serve a PEPPERMINT wafer
with each glass; and Geraldine
watches him curiously as he drinks
! it.
"Tavy is pretty dancer. AS soon
as she is more familiar with the new
steps, wen take her up to one of Mrs.
Wilton's affairs"
Billy does not notice the slight in
that remark, but he does notice that
Tavy has been mentioned, and that is
enough for him, quite sufficient to
chain his attention for any length OF
time; so they chat comfortably away.
and Billy pours more of the punch out
of the tall pitcher from behind the
palms. and drinks 1t. With the third
glass he smacks his lips, and consid-
ers.
"By George, 1 believe there's the
flavor of whisky in this stuff! |
haven't tasted 1t for q month, but L
could tell a drop of it in the ocean,
1 think. 1t leaves a peculiar taste on
the tongue"
Geraldine wells her eyes, lest that
glitter be seen.
There couldn't be much of it," she
smiles, as nonchalantly as If it were
punch is too harmless to be inter
esting'
Whisky in it just the same" Billy
laughs, and drains his glass, and ac-
cepts the peppermint wafer which
Geraldine hands him. The pepper
mint cannot altogether disguise the
flavor which is in this pitcher of very
special punch. but it can disguise the
quantity. And the taste is on his
tonguel
The library is the favorite loung-
ing-place for those who do not dance
every number. B. B. Benning holds
sway in here during the latter half
OF the evening. and he is very much
taken with Billy's Tavy. She sits out
a dance in the library with a tall
foreheaded young man who has over
done sprained ankle, and quite lit
tie crowd gathers. Three-B Benning
makes room for Tavy on the bench
beside him. He loves youth and
laughter better than he loves old wine
and Tavy represents all three, consid-
ering the wine to be the wine of life.
They are discussing weighty subject;
boxing.
They never. come back" declared
pompous old Joseph Gandish, whose
chest protrudeS so far that he has to
stoop to look down. IT'S true of all
the champions, and in all the sports"
Tavy glances at the high -panelled
wainscoting and the big. solemn pic
lures, and the beamed ceiling, and the
rich conglomeration of rare and eX-
pensive bronzes and other quaint
things, ali blended and subdued in the
light from the great, low red lamp
shade, and she speculates on some
time having u chance to examine all
these interesting things in detail. She
has an inherited appreciation for
beautiful pieces of handwork.
Nobody ever comes back" says
Three-B Benning, dropping his cigar
cite in an ash receiver. He has noted
that the smoke follows Tavy.
You said those very words one
night at an uptown supper dance"
Mrs. Benning reminds him. Some
how, she always gravitates, by sort
> of unconscious instinct, into the same
quarter of the house with Three-B.
I'VE were talking about some funny
drunkard whom Billy Lane brought
from the Bowery to his apartments -
"Oh, yes!' Mrs. Mortissant, who
is even gayer now than when she was
Miriam Hasselton. do you remem-
Der the atrocious caricature Tommy
Tinkle drew of him; blear-eyed. aw-
full creature, peering through n tangle
OF matted hair and beard? His name
was Bow-Wow."
Tommy Tinkle comes loafing in. on
the name, and startled, he catches
the dawning look of horror IN Tavys
face.
Whatever became of him. Tom
my?" The heavy voice of Joseph
Gandish. Nothing good I'll be
bound"
"Bow-Wow? oh. yes" Tommy
laughs, as one discovering a joke
after an effort at memory. "You were
nj t.ic
MS bed, and Burke put him out and
he's never been seen, nor heard from,
since" He does not look at Tavy as
ne speaks, but he can hear an almost
inaudible drawing in of the breath.
IaVy rises presently, very quietly
and inconspicuously.
Il haven't been on the veranda.
Tommy. 1t must be pretty out there, -
and, as they pass into the fresh night
arr he feels her hand tremble on
ms arm. She says nothing, but there
is trace of pallor on her cheeks, and
her bosom flutters now and then: and
, when the music starts and they come
PACK INTO the ballroom. he is sure
that the look in her eyes, as she
leaves him for her dancing partner,
is look of gratitude.
Bow-Wow! What a dreadful name
Tor any human being to have horne
! even poor drunkard from the Bow
cry, VINO set fire to his bed and was
turned out, and was never heard M
any more! Tavy wanted Billy. She
wanted him all through that dance
ana the next and the next, for some
now there had come just the faintest
Iar-oH mint of sadness into this hap
piest night of her life. Bow-Wowr
She could not get the name out of
her mind! Vi
(To be continued)