`Miss Theresa,' and so I--"

"Why, I guess I could go up to the Armenian with you, perhaps.
When would you like to go? You know I've always got lots of
dates but I--um--let's see, I think I could go to-morrow evening."

"Let's do it! Shall I call for you, Miss--uh--Theresa?"

"Yes, you may if you'll be a good boy. Good night." She
departed with an air of intimacy.

Mr. Wrenn scuttled to the Nickelorion, and admitted to the
Brass-button Man that he was "feeling pretty good 's evening."

He had never supposed that a handsome creature like Miss Theresa
could ever endure such a "slow fellow" as himself. For about
one minute he considered with a chill the question of whether
she was agreeable because of his new wealth, but reproved the
fiend who was making the suggestion; for had he not heard her
mention with great scorn a second cousin who had married an old
Yankee for his money? That just settled _that_, he assured
himself, and scowled at a passing messenger-boy for having thus
hinted, but hastily grimaced as the youngster showed signs of
loud displeasure.


The Armenian restaurant is peculiar, for it has foreign food at
low prices, and is below Thirtieth Street, yet it has not become
Bohemian. Consequently it has no bad music and no crowd of
persons from Missouri whose women risk salvation for an evening