dumps,' says Willie. 'I told me futman to see to that. He
lives at th' cor-ner iv Desplaines an' Bloo Island Av'noo on Goose's
Island,' he says. 'What does it show?' 'Flannigan, three hundherd an'
eighty-five; Hansen, forty-eight; Schwartz, twinty; O'Malley, sivinteen;
Casey, ten; O'Day, eight; Larsen, five; O'Rourke, three; Mulcahy, two;
Schmitt, two; Moloney, two; Riordon, two; O'Malley, two; Willie Boye,
wan.' 'Gintlemin,' says Willie Boye, arisin' with a stern look in his
eyes, 'th' rascal has bethrayed me. Waither, take th' sherry wine off
th' ice. They'se no hope f'r sound financial legislation this year. I'm
goin' home.'

"An', as he goes down th' sthreet, he hears a band play an' sees a
procission headed be a calceem light; an', in a carredge, with his plug
hat in his hand an' his di'mond makin' th' calceem look like a piece iv
punk in a smokehouse, is Flannigan, payin' his first visit this side iv
th' thracks."

AN EVENING MUSICALE

BY MAY ISABEL FISK

Scene--_A conventional, but rather over-decorated, drawing-room. Grand
piano drawn conspicuously to center of floor. Rows of camp-chairs. It is
ten minutes before the hour of invitation._ The Hostess, _a large woman,
is costumed in yellow satin, embroidered in spangles. Her diamonds are
many and of large size. She is seated on the extreme edge of a chair,
struggling with a pair of very long gloves. She looks flurried and
anxious._ Poor Relative, _invited as a "great treat," sits opposite. Her
expression is timid and apprehensive. They are the only occupants of the
room._

HOSTESS--No such thing, Maria. You look all right. Plain black is always
very genteel. Nothing I like so well for evening, myself. Just keep your
face to the wall as much as you can, and the worn places will never
show. You can take my ecru lace scarf, if you wish, and that will cover
most of the spots. I don't mean my new scarf--the one I got two years
ago. It's a little torn, but it won't matter--for you. I think you will
find it on the top shelf of the store-room closet on the third floor. If
you put a chair on one of the trunks, you can easily reach it. Just wait
a minute, till I get these gloves on; I want you to button them. I do
hope I haven't forgotten anything. Baron von Gosheimer has promised to
come. I have told everybody. It would be terrible if he should
disappoint me.

MASCULINE VOICE FROM ABOVE--Sarah, where the devil have you put my
shirts? Everything is upside d