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Show ! .1 ul loii- I l:ii oT Men. I Shaking et ban i 1 bavt- .men noticed ' a tvUlll CUI'l' 'Us i !:i-s ul Ilit-li liO UpjJtMr If sit-nd their enure lives within eay ivaeh of J t Li wuiiifr wiicru buttled iiiS.nitti iuii is dis- j penSeJ. 1 du nut iiu-an tin.- m retched class uf I baiters on who sjieiid the ir lives wailing to ( be it-ikt-d what they iil have, but nieu of un-aus, to whutu the barroom senilis to pos- , St-.s.- the uttraetiou that other men of means ! lind in a club. They art always elderly or , old uk-u. They always sjieud money liber- allv, uud they always uiuku their appear- I mire on the alcoholic beene early in the. inorn-hig, inorn-hig, quite sober, and get so drunk by noun that thL rest of tho day is one of stupid, iai- j beeilie idleness with liuu. There is one man : I know, who is very wealthy, a bachelor and i a traveled and educated man, whose entire I ht'o is, I think, sent in getting drunk and i being sobered up at a certain saloon that ho frequents. Ho must represent a small fortune to the. house, w here bo is cherished as tenderly, ten-derly, in his cups, as a sick baby, fed, put to bed and watvhud over as a goose that lays gulden eggs always should be. Kow and then he disappears for a few days or a week or two, when you may know that he isstraight-ening isstraight-ening up at hia owu house, which is one of thu handsomest old mansions in New York. But ho no booner gets uu hia feet than they carry hiiu to the barroom, where he draws a check for the expenses of the last spreo, and the old game begins again. At a certain old fashioned and popular chop house, not a million miles from Undisoa squaro tbero are several of these topers to be encountered daily, Uuo of them I remember l'ur years. Ho turns up every morning, Sunday's Sun-day's included, at U o'clock. By 11 ho has hail a dozen cocktails and is ready for break-lost, break-lost, liy 'l he is drunk enough to be taken upstairs to bed, whenoo he emerges at 8 o'clock in tbo evening to eat his dinner. His after dinner drunk carries him along well toward to-ward midnight, when, if he is not too hopelessly hope-lessly helpless, be is bundled into a coach and sent home. For a long time I was a daily visitor at tho chop bouse which enjoys his profitable favor and I never once missed him. Lately, having visited tho place again, I found lfiin there as usual, neither more nor less drunk than usual and looking none the worso for the sea of alcohol in which he has been floating himself these many years. He is, I believe, a man of large means, inherited from his father, and has nover been known i to lead any other than the degraded, selfish and useless life which first attracted my at- i teution to him. Alfred Truniblo in New York News. |