'
"'Holy Smoke!' I cried; 'that fellow Looey the Fifteenth has been
doing a lot of work around here hasn't he?' but the waiter was so
busy watching the finish of the change he handed me that he didn't
crack a smile.
"Then I got reckless and handed him a fifty-cent tip.
"The waiter looked at the fifty cents and turned pale.
"Then he looked at me and turned paler.
"Then he tried to thank me, but he caught another flash of that
plebeian fifty and it choked him.
"Then he took a long look at the half-dollar and with a low moan he
passed away.
"In the excitement I grabbed Peaches and we flew for home.
"Say! Bunch! the only time I'll ever go in the St. Regis again
will be just after a hearty dinner."
"I guess you're right, John, but what about this scheme to win out
my wedding money?" Bunch queried. "I'm dreadfully nervous about
it."
"I know. Bunch, I know just how you feel. I'm quite a bit to the
St. Vitus myself, because if Clara J. ever gets wise that I've been
speculating again after faithfully promising her to cut out all the
guessing contests, she's liable to say something unkind. I simply
must get that money back, Bunch, before she knows I lost it, and
Signor Petroskinski is the name of our paying teller.
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