hard pressed member even stood on the broad window sill
and pulled the blind down in front of him.
Jack, turning- on the lig'lit, entered the room while the
hig-hly polished tile he wore suddenly left its owner’s head
and rolled toward the bed, where it mysteriously disap
peared. The wearer of the dress-suit stopped and scratched
his head, then he fumbled around in his pockets for a cigar
ette, lit it and began to talk to Mr. Jack. “Well, well !
what’s this on the floor—certainly was a fine opera—pea
nuts too—wonder if the “Knockers” entertained in here
tonight—l had the prettiest girl in the house too.” Then
his eyes began to bulge out. “Bottles too ?—well!—swear I
came straight home from my own dear girl—funny about
my hat—and she saw—‘Hope you will come again’—well, I
guess—l wonder if tomorrow evening will be to soon—her
papa owns several blocks down town too, I understand—l’ll
be there, ‘My Goo-Goo Byes.’”
Jack always was near sighted but he never would ac
knowledge it. He certainly was to-night, of all nights. He
divested himself of his suit and donned his usual smoking
equipment—a flaring red gown and a little red Turkish fez
picked up, dear knows where.
Just as he started to settle himself on his Morris, a
heart-rending groan issued from the vicinity of the bed.
Jack jumped excitingly to his feet and rushed over.
“Jupiter! a man—sick, dead, drunk or what?—in my room
too—blood—help !!” and with a rush he disappeared out of
the door. A “Knocker” succeeded in seeing a red gown and
red fez turning the corner down the hall.
Bong suppressed emotions were heard from different
parts of the room but they were of short duration as hurry
ing footsteps came charging up the corridors. Jack entered,
talking-, and followed by two big “cops.” “There he is—
I just came in—can prove it too—l am innocent—Oh ! I wish
I had left the theatre and—the girl !”