car into the holds of their war-ships. And you, Beauling, do you realize that when the road is through, I have picked on you, young man, to be the whole song and dance up at the other end? You're a daisy, Beauling." (It may be remembered that Griswold B. Wareing was in the East for pleasure, and that this conversation took place on the veranda of the Hong-Kong Yacht Club. Enough said. The next day he was sober, but took back nothing.) "You're one of the finest young men I've ever met, and you're cut out to be the Oriental representative of the only absolutely unique and original old King Cole—that's me. But what do you know about coal, Beauling?"
"It all goes up into smoke, doesn't it?" said Beauling.
"That's right—joke about a man's pet plan, Tommie. But listen. I've made letters for you to take to various people that"—the original old King Cole threw out his thin chest—"belong to me. These people live in Pennsylvania, and do the coal trick. Now, while I go up to
