In the Sweet Dry and Dry

na was a quaint way of attaining this purpose. For all the victims, who had been suddenly arrested in the course of their daily concerns, accused (before

smelt a drink in two years, found themselves billeted into padded cells and confronted by rows of strait-jackets. Moreover, the Home had lain unused for many months: it was dusty, dilapidated, and of a moldy savor. Some of the unwilling visitors, finding that the grounds included a strip of sandy beach, took their ordeal with reasonable philosophy. "Since we are to be slaves," they said, "at least let's have some serf bathing." And donning (with a shu

organizing this band of downtrodden victims into a fighting force. He gathered

ublic speaking, I feel it my duty to administer a

or. I hear some dissent; and yet it seems to me to be somewhat humorous that this gathering, composed of men who were accustomed, in the good old days, to carry their liquor like gentlemen, sho

him yet, in a manner I shall presently describe. For the Bishop has what may be denominated a single-tract mind. He undoubtedly imagines that we will sub

air beard waved triumphantly as he gathered strength. His burly fi

mmon law that a man cannot be indicted for thinking a crime. There must be some overt act, some evidence of illegal intention. Can a man be deprived of freedom for carrying conceal

pping greete

us retort in kind. He has tanks in the field-let us retort with tankards. They tell me there is a warship in the offing, to shell us into submission. Very well: if he has gobs, let us retort with goblets. If he has deacons, let us parry hi

outburst. Quimbleton had to calm

e one asks 'How?' To this I shall presently

ss of wine, or a mug of ale, and no one thought any the worse. I would ask you to remember the color of the wine in the goblet, how it caught the light, how merrily it twinkled with beaded bubbles winking at the brim, as some poet has observed. If I wanted to harrow you, gentlemen, I would recall to you little tables, little round tables, set out under the trees on the lawn of some country inn, where the enchanting music of harp and fiddle twangled on the summer air, where great bowls of punch chimed gently as the

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or music for to li

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n a psyc

k had first observed at the time of the julep incident in the Balloon office. The flush of a warm, imp

artled by the name, gentlemen. Miss Chuff, the daughter of our arch-enemy, is wholly in sympathy with us. She is the possessor (happily for us) of extraordinary psychic power

disposal of her lover, was escorted to the platform by Bleak. The editor

rass rail. You will then summon to mind, with all possible accuracy and vividness, the scenes of some bar-room which was once dear to you. I will also ask you to concentrate your mental faculties upon some beverage which was once your favorite. Please rehearse in im

admirably realistic that it brought tears to the eyes of more than one in the gathering. The editor, with appropriate countenance and gesture, dramatized the motions of ordering, drinking, and paying for his invisible refreshment. His pantomime was also accurate and satisfying, evidently based upon seasoned experience. The argument as to who should pay, the gesture conveying the generous sentiment "This one's on me," t

er head sunk and hands limp. Tenderly and reverently Quimbleton bent over

r happy soul is in touch with the departed spir

titioned for a Bronx. Quimbleton

that the spirit of the Bronx cockta

rted that they had seen a cloudy yellow liquid appear in the vessel, but it is not improbable that the wish was father to the vision. At any rate, the fifty-nine sup

r?" said one in a

" said Quimbleto

's face beamed above his beard like a full-blown rose. "Magnificent!" he whispered to Bleak, both of

s with brightened eyes and beaming faces, comparing notes as to this delicious revival of old sensations. In the impatience of some and the jubilation of others, the psychic c

ic gasp. She slipped from the chair, and fell exhausted to the

!" he roared. "There

en seconds a six-inch stream of cold water was being poured upon the bewildered psychic tipplers. Q

ught. "What shall we do? This means t

feebly ope

"The spirit of buttermilk-

n, with fierce energy. "The

whinneying in his stall. All three leaped upon his back. In the confusion, amid the screams o

punishment their memories returned with tenderest reminiscence to the experience of that afternoon. As one of them said, "it was a real treat." And although Quimbleton had pla