Bibber, who was too decent a fellow to scold a servant in
public.

Walters rose and left the half-finished cigar and the
mint with the ice melting in it on the table. His one evening
of sublimity was over, and he walked away, bending before the
glance of his young master and the smiles of his master's
friends.

When Van Bibber came back he found on his dressing-table
a note from Walters stating that he could not, of course,
expect to remain longer in his service, and that he left
behind him the twenty-eight dollars which the dinner had cost.

"If he had only gone off with all my waistcoats and
scarf-pins, I'd have liked it better," said Van Bibber, "than
his leaving me cash for infernal dinner. Why, a servant like
Walters is worth twenty-eight-dollar dinners--twice a day."



The Hungry Man was Fed

Young Van Bibber broke one of his rules of life one day
and came down-town. This unusual journey into the marts of
trade and finance was in response to a call from his lawyer,
who wanted his signature to some papers. It was five years
since Van Bibber had been south of the north side of
Washington Square, except as a transient traveller to the
ferries on the elevated road. And as he walked through the