"Who knows whaf may happen?"
"It will do you good to get some
sleep, Wally."
"But I don't want to sleep!" cried
the exasperated suitor. "I want to
make love. Do you think I came all
the way from New York to sleep? I
can do that at Yale."
"Take it from me. Bo, you've got
plenty of time to win that dame. Eight
hours is a workin' day anywhere."
Glass chuckled. "The whole thing Is
a hit. I-ook at .this joint, for Instance."
He took In their surroundings with a
comprehensive gesture. "It looks about
as much like a gymnasium as Ilook
like a contortionist. Why don't yeu
get a Morris chair and a mandolin?"
"There are two reasons," said Speed,
facetiously. "First, it takes an athlete
to get out of a Morris chair; and, sec
ond, a mandolin has proved to be
many a young man's ruin."
Glass examined the bow of ribbon
upon the lonesome piece of exercising
apparatus.
"It looks like tbe tralnln'-stable for
the Colonial Dames. What a yelp this
place would be to Covington or any
other athlete."
"It is not an athletic gymnasium."
Speed smiled as he lighted a cigarette.
"It is a romantic gymnasium. As
Socrates once observed "
"Socrates! I'm hep. to him," Glass
Carara Followed With a Hugs Wood
en Tub. '
interrupted, quickly. "I trained a
Greek professor once and got wised
up on ail that stuff. Socrates was the
the Hemlock Kid.".
"Exactly! As Socrates, the Hem
lock Kid, deftly put it 'in hoc signa
ture vintage.' "
"I don't get you."
"That is archaic Scandinavian, and.
