He Got The Fizz

An elegantly attired utranger waliid lino a Woodward avenue saloon 'esterday aitcrnoon and asked leave io the delephone. ■'Certalnly," eaid the pollte bartender. TIk' visitor walked to the 'phonc, ang the bell, and, probably -without waiting for an answer gave a nunibor. Is that .Mr. B'a resldence?" asked H-, íi- ■- i 1 1 ir the name ot' a very promlïeni and wealfchy einzen of Detroit. ■is .Mr. I!. there?" "Well, wJien lie comes will you lease teil lüm that I can't come up o dtamer to-nig-ht. This is Mr. Ilenirlckson." "Yes. .Mr. Ollver Hendnrkson." ■'1 am b irry, too, but a bu.-in as engagement makes it impossible. I will cali to-morrow, Good'-bye." He etepped away ïrom the Instru. tlmnked the bartender, and sald: "Give me a (jln-fizz, please." il gwallowed ihe drink, ordered an imponed cigar, lit it, and then dlsoovered t.hat lie liad no change. Looked nubarrassed and then nave bis name igain, "Mr. Oliver Hendridkson. I'll ;m' in to-morrow and íix it." lie aaid. The barkeeper didn't kick at all, tlu ttepbone eonversation bad flxed it. Bul Mr. Hendrlckson haan't -come ín" yet, nor lias lie "fixe:! it." The drink mixer doesn'i rememb t the te'.ephoaw mimlier that the fellow used, but he i.s sure it wasn't the immber oí the prominent citizens cali.- Detroit TrilmiK'. Alexander Harrison'a famous paintIng "Le Crepuscule," owned by the Corcoran Art üallery, of Washington has be; n engraved for the Midsummei Holiday number of The Century.