In the Sweet Dry and Dry

o live with. My poor mother was taken to an asylum years ago. Her malady takes a curious form: she is never violent, but spends all he

Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, for instance, became a symbol of young womanhood pursued by the devouring Bronx cocktail. The princess from whose mouth came toads and snakes was (of course) a princess under the influence of creme de menthe. Cinderella was a young gi

t for the Pan-Antis. I distributed tracts by the million; I wrote a little poem on the idea that the gates of hell are swinging doors with slats. I can honestly say that I never felt any real hankering

of the nature of this hideous evil we had been pursuing. I brooded over this a great deal, and fell into a melancholy state. The thought came to me, there must be some virtue in drink, or wh

ift?" queried B

ce in which I can communicate with departed spirits. A good drink does not die, you know: its soul hovers radiantly on the twentieth plane, and through the occult power of a medium those who loved it in life can get in touch with it once more. Through

trances?" said Bleak, w

hly polished brown wood, a brass rail for the worshipers to put their feet on, and an empty tumbler to concentrate th

ated editor, "surely not any-

time when these seances fail is when some inharmonious soul is present-some personality not completely EN RAPPORT with the spirit of the gathering. I remember, for instance, an occasion when a gentleman from Kentucky had most ardently desired to get into communication with the astrals of some mint juleps he had loved very deeply in life. Eve

ilent for

tic significance in the fact that I, the daughter of the man who had done so much to put these poor lonely spirits into the Beyond, should be made their sole channel of reunion with their bereaved and sorrowing adorers

or he was wondering whether he might be

e certainty of its existence beyond mortal bars. The deep affection and old comradeship evidently cherished between Quimbleton and this cocktail was very touching, and I was more than happy to be able to effect their reunion. It was for this reason that Quimbleton, under a careful

r gloves and showed Bleak

ness. I looked it up in the dictionary, and found that he was right. As long as I wear this ring the departed spirits have no ill effect upon me. Bu

d breath-detector (or breathoscope) was stationed on a low ridge. This terribly ingenious machine, which had just been invented by the pan-antis, records the vibrations of any alcoholic breath within five miles, and indicates on a sensitive dial the exact direction and distance of the breath. It was only too evident that the search for Quimbleton was going forward with fierce system. In the shelter of an old barn they heard a cor

m afraid he has had a grievous ordeal. We must

ared the extensive grounds surrounding the Federal Home for Inebriates, Cana, N. J. This magnificent Gothic building, already showing some signs of decay from two years of vacancy, stands on a s

tely screened from outside observation by the high bulwark of the Home and by thick masses of rhodo

for the persecuted

the driver's seat. This she threw deftly up to the top of the wall, hooking it upon the iron spikes

e to hide, as, except for Father's horse, the Home hasn't had an inmate for two years. There was some talk of Father

leak. "What is

of rasping sigh, stole through the thicke

airplane, with one engi

surf breaking on the s

tiously through a leafy screen, and then beckoned the girl to his side. They looked down into a warm sandy hollow, overgrown and sheltered by a large rhododendron with knotted branche

id Miss Chuff. "H

ipe, filled but unlit, had fallen from his weary fingers; beside him was an empty match-box and tragic evidence of a number of unsuccessful attempts to get fire from a Swedish tandsticker. Crumpled under the elbow of the indomitable ideal

fied and effervesced with tenderness, until (as Bleak thought to himse

e passed over his unconscious features-

Jerry," h

d Theodolinda. "See,

reconnoiter. I believe in the Prevention of Cruelty to Sleep. He

I'd like to find out whether we're

trip of young trees until they neared the broad lawns that surround the Home for In

id. "The place is

g throng. Though they were too far distant to discern any details of the crowd, it was plain (from the curious to-and-fro of the gathering, like the seething of an

ready sitting up and attacking the shrimp salad. Bleak courteous

to Bleak. "As soon as I smelt that shrimp salad I

Home? Mr. Bleak and I looked up there, and the place is simply packed. You ca

red a bulky consignment of shrimp. His large, resolute face,

father-in-law. He is not content with arresting people found drinking. This morning they began to seize people who THINK about drinking. An

y tell?" asked B

Perhaps they've invented an instrument that tells what you think about. Perhaps they just arrest you on suspicion. At any rate all the folks who have been thinking about booze are bein

ive up hope now, after being so brave. You know

't be so bad. But I must confess that these breath detectors and

He pulled out the hank of white beard that had floated down from

apped it onto his face and beamed hopefully. "Now, if the

while Quimbleton finished his lunch. Bleak's suggestion of stitching together a sor

together the leaves of The Bartender's Benefactor, but I'm af

the upholstery and I can stitch you up a suit in no time. At least it will be better tha

a flask of iced tea. In spite of distant sounds of warfare, the time passed pleasantly enough. Miss Chuff cut out and stitched assiduously; Quimbleton and Bleak, under her directions, sewed on the buttons snipped from the uniform. Birds twittered in the g

in Miss Chuff's car and if any one looks in the

hout delay," said Theodolinda. "I'd like to get

road, guarded by a group of Pan-Antis. A cordon of the enemy had been thrown completely round the Home and escape was impossible. Wo

rdihood. Quilted in his lilac garments, with the white hedge

this place. We must go to the Home, make common cause with t