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or her guardian--or her cousin? Was anybody present who had a claim to represent her? No? "The broadening trickle of blood on Delafield's face dripped down the white shirt front, but no one stirred or spoke. "'Then I wa--want to say'--here he lurched forward from the door and stood rocking slightly at the end of the table. 'I want to say that I--I'm drunk an'--and I know it. But I'm--I'm a gentleman. An'--and yonder's nothing but a cur--a low-lived cur--drunk or sober. You--you've heard him--now see him!' "Something flashed before his eyes, and then a wine-glass struck Hawkins square on the forehead, scattering in fragments over the table. "And Hawkins stood there, his face dripping with the wine, and his clothes showing great stains of it--stood there without moving as Delafield leaned over the table and laughed-- "'If--if you only had as much re--red blood in you--you--you----' "And then he fell fainting across the table, crashing among the bottles. "The Governing Board expelled Delafield, but the club sentiment was so strongly in his favour that they afterward rescinded the expulsion, and suspended him for three years. But that never satisfied his friends." "I should think not, indeed," exclaimed Joline, "it was outrageous! I've always claimed you can't be sure a man's a thorough gentleman until you've seen him drunk. And that proves it." "Oh, the many times I've heard your theory debated in this place! The walls fairly ached with listening to the discussions." "Well, I'm sorry I didn't know the chap," interrupted Chandler. "Let's drink to his memory!" He struck the bell as he spoke. As the waiter filled the orders, I noticed one of the older members on the stairs bending close to the bulletin board and peering through his glasses at the notice of John Delafield's death. Chandler touched me on the shoulder. "To the memory of a gentleman--Jack Delafield!" he cried. We rose to the toast. The old man on the stairs turned quickly and saw the lifted glasses. His face was a study. "Hush!" I whispered, "that's Hawkins." THE DISTANT DRUM. "Some for the Glories of this World; and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!" --_Rubaiyat._ I. Almost everyone knows Governor Tilden's residence in Gramercy Park, but those who don't know it as such, may reme
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