ort time he was out at the Track every day, barking at the Goats
as they hove into the Stretch.

The pencil-borrowing Touts and the Wine Pushers began to call him Bob,
which proved that he was a Man about Town.

When the final Kiflukus was put on the Ponies, he assembled the residue
of his Bundle and began to work steady as a Guesser in a Broker's
Office.

His job was to show at 10 A. M. with a big Reina Victoria at one
extreme corner of his Face and pretend to know what was coming off when
the Boy put the funny marks on the Blackboard.

Ever and anon he would buy 1000 Shares of something, as if Negotiating
for a Bread-Ticket.

As a rule, the tall-grass Plunger with a wad of new Kale has about the
same percentage in his favor as that enjoyed by a Shoat out at the
well-known Establishment of Armour & Co.

The Cleaners go forth to meet him, bearing as Gifts a Dream-Book and a
new kind of Cocktail with a Kick like a Coast-Defense Gun.

A few weeks later they are casting lots for his Union Suit.

Bob came from Simpville, but he had acquired a couple of Wrinkles
associating with the Wing Shots in the Paddock.

He could shift to either Foot and he kept his Maxillary covered.

Sometimes he picked up the wrong Walnut. It would begin to look like
a quick change from Caviar to Crackers.

More than once his Heels were beating a tattoo on the grassy brink of
a Precipice.

Then he would smell around until he discovered Something Doing. A
couple of lucky shots and he would be on Velvet again and whanging
away like a Demon.

At last, with a Bull Market and a system of Pyramids, he began to sweep
it in with his Fore-Arm.

Head Waiters paid him the most grovelling Attentions and bright eyes
grew brighter yet when he suggested pulling a little Supper, with a
$400 Souvenir at each Plate.

He was admitted to full membership in the Tango Tribe of the Tenderloin
Night-Riders.

This select Coterie was organized for the purpose of closing all
Cabarets by 6 A. M..

An early hour was named because many of them were not made up for the
cold Daylight.

About the time he began to discover Vintages he discovered Elphye also.
She was an Actress who was too busy to perform on the Stage.

Elphye had a good Social Position back at her Home lot but, for some
reason, she never sent for it.

Her Parents had arranged for her to be a Brunette, but when Bob met
her, between the Guinea Hen and the Cafe Parfait, she was a Lemon
Mer