the principal
Guests in turn and then endeavors to shoot the Episcopalian Rector in
the Neck with a gush of real Champagne.

After one of these sad Affairs, at which the Rummies had balled up the
whole Menu, Claudine came to the front with an Ultimatum. She said she
was going to can the awful Birthplace and spend the remainder of her
Natural among the real Rowdy-Dows.

"Right-o, Babe!" spoke up Elam. "To-day I have put the Works into a
new Combine which makes me a Janitor so far as the Plant is concerned,
but boosts me into the Charley Schwab division when it comes to
Collateral. I have three million Iron Boys and most of it is Turkey.
I am foot-loose and free as a Robin. Let us beat it to the Big Show.
It is about time that the vast Territory lying toward the East should
be aroused from its Lethargy. Go as far as you like."

The two were foxy. For monetary and real-estate Reasons they did not
give it out cold that they were making a final Getaway. They planned
to have Gusta remain at the dear old Dump as a Caretaker, but it was
merely a Bluff.

When the Town Hack followed a Wagon-Load of Trunks to the Depot,
Claudine leaned out and said: "Fare thee well, O you Indian Village!
This is the Parting of the Ways for little Sunshine."

Next we see them in the gaudy Diner, eating Sweetbreads.

Next day thousands of warm-hearted New Yorkers were packed along the
Water front all the Way from the Battery to Grant's Tomb, giving royal
Welcome to the Corn-fed Pilgrims. At any rate, they were Packed.

When Elam and Claudine entered the Hotel, the discerning Bell-hops had
them stand back until the others had registered.

They were Important but they did not carry any Signs.

Elam should have worn the Letter of Credit on the outside.

After they had taken the Imperial Suite and invited all the Servants on
the Twelfth Floor to a Silver Shower, they found that the Call-Bells
worked fine. If Elam moved in the general direction of a Button, a
handsome West Pointer would flit in with a pitcher of Iced Water and
then hover around for his Bit.

Both realized that the first requisite was a lot of new Scenery.
Even when they rapped sharply with a Spoon and ordered Garcon to hurry
up the Little Birds with a Flagon of St. Regis Bubbles to come along as
a drench, they realized that they did not look the Parts.

Elam still combed his Hair in the style approved by the "Barbers' Guide
and Manual" for 1887.

Claudine was f