Wrenn gave him
a very little whisky, with considerable coffee, toast, and bacon.
The toast was not bad.
"Now, Charley," he said, cheerfully, "your bat's over, ain't it,
old man?"
"Say, you been darn' decent to me, old man. Lord! how you've
been sweeping up! How was I--was I pretty soused?"
"Honest, you were fierce. You will sober up, now, won't you?"
"Well, it's no wonder I had a classy hang-over, Wrenn. I was at
the Amusieren Rathskeller till four this morning, and then I had
a couple of nips before breakfast, and then I didn't have any
breakfast. But sa-a-a-ay, man, I sure did have some fiesta last
night. There was a little peroxide blonde that--"
"Now you look here, Carpenter; you listen to me. You're sober
now. Have you tried to find another job?"
"Yes, I did. But I got down in the mouth. Didn't feel like I
had a friend left."
"Well, you h--"
"But I guess I have now, old Wrennski."
"Look here, Charley, you know I don't want to pull off no
Charity Society stunt or talk like I was a preacher.
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