Evening star., 1925-06-13

NNOHllHueu from yesterday StaT.D
Cod" he explained, now 1 know
what l want. l want to get drunk
The TroiS Couronnes, that's the place
for me-"
Entering the restaurant, he found
II almost empty-the hour was sc
ridiculously early-but there in one
corner was some one sitting. AriStide
went over and saw with pleasure that
the lonely guest. half asleep over his
petit noir, was Charles Morissey. He
slapped him on the shoulder and said
laughingly:
Charley. Charley. old boy, wake
mp! We both must get drunk today"
Charles looked up.
"Aristide," he asked in astonish-
ment. What brings you here? You
who, since you're famous, have for
gotten us. neglected us. cut us dead
what do you want here?"
Aristide sank into a chair.
Don't preach, Charley" he said.
You're an ass. You know nothing.
l can't cut anybody because l am
not 1 any more. l don't belong to
myself. Anyhow. what's the differ
ence? Just shut up and drink with
me. Is there any champagne in this
place? Let's have it All of it. Twice
as much. Get that waiter over there
and let him make 1t snappy."
Charles could not resist such an in
vitation. The champagne was brought
and after the first few glasses all diff
ferenCeS, all hurts, all Sights were
forgotten. Charles and AriStide were
the pals of old. and laughed and talk
ed as in former times. The waiter
came over with the carte du jour- but
Aristide waved him away. He did
not want to eat, he wanted to drink.
More champagne. he ordered. and
when the bottles were brought he said
to Charles:
Listen, Charley. let's mix it. With
absinthe. Tastes fine. Has the right
kick in it. Tell that waiter to bring
it. Let him shake a leg. He's as
slow as a snail"
The absinthe came and the friends
toasted each other. Charles wanted to
talk shop. to inquire about Aristide's s
work, but Aristide bade him to keep
quiet.
to have q good time Wen make
night of it. Go over and play some
thing on that darned old piano. Let S
sing something"
Arm in arm they went over to the
piano and soon their voices mingled
In their favorite song:
In The castle of Gradesco
BY the Town of Temesvar
Sat the valiant Prince Bibesco.
SerVla's great old Hospodar.
Say. what did the Prince Bibesco.
SerVIas great Old Hospudar
In the castle of GradeScO
BY the Town of Temesvar?
Slivovitz drank Prince Bihesco
In the castle of Gradcsuu
By the Town of Temesyar
Til he could not see a star.
''Slivovitz," repeated Aristide, why
shouldn't we have Slivovitz. too Great
Idea. Tell that waiter to bring Slivo-
vitz.''
The order was given, but the waiter
came back with regrets.
We have no SliVoVitZ, monsieur"
he reported. We have Benedictine,
Chartreuse. Dubonnet, Creme de
Menthe-'
'AlI right. all right" interrupted
Aristide, bring it, bring it."
What. monsieur" inquired the
waiter
Everything" decided Aristide
The waiter shrugged his shoulders.
Monsieur was evidently not quite right
in his head. But he returned with
Benedictine and Chartreuse. Yet at
the same time he presented the bill.
Aristide paid but he was angry.
What a place" he groaned. what
a miserable place. l am annoyed. I
am excessively annoyed. Let's get out
of here. Charley, and go to some de-
cent cafe. / want a glass of beer. |
am very thirsty. a glass of beer will
he the best thing for us"