go!" yelled the Object. "Lemme go an' I'll pay you."

Everybody in the place came up now and formed a circle around the group
and watched the Object count out eighty-five cents into the waiter's
hand, which left him just one dime to himself.

"You have forgotten the waiter who served you," said Van Bibber,
severely pointing with his stick at the dime.

"No, you don't," groaned the Object.

"Oh, yes," said Van Bibber, "do the decent thing now, or I'll--"

The Object dropped the dime in the waiter's hand, and Van Bibber,
smiling and easy, made his way through the admiring crowd and out into
the street.

"I suspect," said Mr. Van Bibber later in the day, when recounting his
adventure to a fellow-clubman, "that, after I left, fellow tried to get
tip back from waiter, for I saw him come out of place very suddenly,
you see, and without touching pavement till he lit on back of his head
in gutter. He was most remarkable waiter."

Love Me, Love My Dog

Young Van Bibber had been staying with some people at Southampton, L.
I., where, the fall before, his friend Travers made his reputation as a
cross-country rider. He did this, it may be remembered, by shutting
his eyes and holding on by the horse's mane and letting the horse go as
it pleased. His recklessness and courage are still spoken of with awe;
and the place where he cleared the water jump that every one else
avoided is pointed out as Travers's Leap to visiting horsemen, who look
at it gloomily and shake their heads. Miss Arnett, whose mother was
giving the house-party, was an attractive young woman, with an admiring
retinue of youths who gave attention without intention, and for none of
whom Miss Arnett showed particular preference. Her whole interest,
indeed, was centred in a dog, a Scotch collie called Duncan. She
allowed this dog every liberty, and made a decided nuisance of him for
every one, around her. He always went with her when she walked, or
trotted beside her horse when she rode. He stretched himself before
the fire in the dining-room, and startled people at table by placing
his cold nose against their hands or putting his paws on their gowns.
He was generally voted a most annoying adjunct to the Arnett household;
but no one, dared hint so to Miss Arnett, as she only loved those who
loved the dog or pretended to do it. On the morning of the afternoon
on which Van Bibber and his bag arrived, the dog disappeared and could
not be recovered.