In the Sweet Dry and Dry

Quimbleton's Spad plane. They had been in South America most of the time, where they found c

olive where long ridges of foam crumbled upon pale beaches. They turned inland, flying leisurely to admire the beauty of the scene. The mounting sun spread a golden shimmer over woods and corn-s

steeply to a safer altitude. He looked at his dashboard dials and indicators with a puzzled face. "Very queer," he said to Theodolinda through t

was unable to get on even wing. Finally, fearing to lapse into a tail spin, he planed down to make a landing. Beneath them was a beautiful green lawn surrounded by groves of trees. In the middle of t

" cried Theodolinda, "

"I don't understand what was the matter wit

seemed to be a kind of park, laid out in lawns, gardens and shrubbery, with gr

solidly for sleep, he fell unresisting by the flutter of a wing, turning over and over gently until he struck the tu

withdrew its head from under its wing. The bright eye unlidded and gazed at him sleepily. Then the bird closed

he tree, he uttered an exclamation. He swung himself up into the oak and shook one of the branches. Five other birds plop

nature study. I am really ashamed of my ignorance. I alwa

e small bodies. She raised one of

y, "this is not mere slumb

foot leap. A bee sagged along heavily in an irregular zig-zag, and a caterpillar, more agile an

t Theodolinda noticed a small white signboard affixed to a tre

PETUAL SOU

that he had been installed in his temple, but he didn't say where it was. Let's toddle up and have a l

ly upward. At the brow stood a beautiful little temple of Greek archit

MULENTI

RIBUS

Visiting Hours, Noon to Midnight. Quimbleton looked at his watch. "It's not noon

nges and deep leather chairs, and ash trays for smokers. Quimbleton, who was something of a bookworm, ran his eye along the shelves. "A very neat idea,

ging door they found

goblets and glasses of every size. The pale yellow of white wines, the ruby of claret, the tawny brown of port, the green and violet and rose of various liqueurs, sparkled in their appointed vesse

room. They portrayed the history of Alcohol from the dawn of time down to the summer of 1919. A space for one more p

clean-shaven face and the initials P. S. were embroidered on the collar of his starched jacket. T

visit, sir

s I had no idea it would be as fine as

d the bartender. "Just so as to get up a little circulation before

mean?" sai

d to be partial to, just to recall old times. Of course, being what you might call a servant of the public, he doesn't like not to oblige. But I doubt whether he's got the constitution to stand it long. The other day the Mint J

r," said Theodolinda. "Whe

d down in that election I thought this would be the next best thing. As a matter of fact, it's better. I don't really care f

o see you somewhere in N

hen prohibition come in. They turned it into a soda fountain. Ah, that was a tragedy! But this is a grand job. Government service, you

nting to a beautiful marble cash register. "Su

ve 'em rung up same as customary. He says it

oot bar, and they turned to see their frie

Bleak. "This is a

nd while he seemed a little thinner and paler, and h

time for a bite of lunch. Jerry

st he seized a long narrow carving knife, gave it a few passes along a steel, and sliced off generous portions of the beef onto plates bearing the P. S. monogram. This they supplemented with other selections

would be unconstitutional. With your permission, I shall have to have

lid his left foot onto the miniature rail. Jerry, with the air of an a

otch, Jerry,

urning to the gleaming pyramid of glassware, he set out the decanter of whiskey, a small empty glass, and a twin glass two-thirds full of water.

ingers of whiskey, and h

hen swallowed about a tablespoonful of the water. Jerry removed the utensils, again wiped

done," he said. "

rom South America,

it was rather too much for them-in an emotional way, I mean. I tossed off a few for their benefit

u like the job?"

postcards of himself that were sold to souvenir hunters at five cents each. He showed them the cafeteria for the convenience of visitors, the Hostess House (where they found Mrs. B

k. "It's getting to be quite a problem to know what to do with them. I'm usi

ay a week. No-you see, being a kind of government museum, I don't even get Sundays off because lots of people can only get here that day. Next after Mount Vernon and Independence Hall, I get more visitors than any other national shrine. And almost all o

hard put to it to get away with all the stuff. I've had to fall back on your old plan of using wine to irrigate the garden. It's had rather a dissipating effect on the birds and insects, though.

da. "He was more than hanging

ine, who can give a bumble bee the knock-out after he gets h

es striking twelve, and down in the va

aving Souse Junction," said Ble

hrine, and Bleak enter

will soon be here. I must get

decanter on the mahogany. Bleak drank two slugs hastil

s, I get homesick for a friendly face." He called Quimbleton a

see, in South America there was no

he formalities!" And he added aloud, grasping their hands, "Next time, come in

ning through the park on foot and in huge sight-seeing cars where men with megaphones were roaring comme

d Theodolinda. "On to

ld see the crowd gathered densely round the little white columns. Virgil shut off th