OR, CLARENCE MORTIMER. — 107

 

‘¢T don’t even know what thats is,” whis-
pered Clare to Ben.

‘Don’t say 80, or the fellows will laugh |
at you,” said Ben. |

The called-for drink came, and the wine
In it was so well disguised by the ice, and
the flavoring, and being taken through ‘a
little glass tube, that Clare never etn
what it was.

‘*T declare,” he said, smacking his lips,
‘“‘T like that. I could dispose of another, I
think.” se

ic Hawo sabibie then ! vo

“No,” said Dick. « Try a class of
champagne now. I will order a bottle.” |
20 But champagne is wine, isn’t it?” said
Clare. |

‘Qh, no, not exactly ! At least I don’t
eall it wine,” said Dick. <* Try it for your-

self, and see what you think about it.”