A man at his age ought to know his mind.

Special Scotch--there you are, Mr.Burton.Hope it will do you good." Burton drank his whiskey and soda as though he needed it.

He was suddenly pale, and his fingers were idle upon the keys of the pianoforte.

The girl looked at him curiously.
"Not quite yourself, are you ?" she inquired.

"Don't get chippy before this evening.