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the weather； in terms more forcible than polite； to our very old friend； Jack Bedford； the famous marine…painter。 Bedford； on hearing the sound of Fred's footsteps； had strolled in from his own studio； in the same building； and had thrown himself into a big arm…chair； where he was sitting hunched up； his knees almost touching his chin； his round head covered by a skull…cap that showed above the chair…back。
〃Nice weather for ducks； Jack； isn't it？ Can't see how anybody can get here to…night；〃 cried Fred； striking the mantel with his wet cap； and scattering the rain…drops over the hearth。 〃Just passed a Broadway stage stuck in a hole as I came by the New York Hotel。 Been there an hour； they told me。〃
〃Shouldn't wonder。 Whose night is it； Fred？〃 asked Jack； stretching out one leg in the direction of the cheery blaze。
〃Horn's。〃
〃What's he going to do？〃
〃Give it up。 Ask me an easy one。 Said he wanted a thirty by forty。 There it is on the easel；〃 and Fred moved a chair out of his way； hung his wet coat and hat on a peg behind the door； and started to clear up a tangle of artillery harness that littered the floor。
〃Thirty by forty； eh；〃 grunted Jack； from the depths of his chair。 〃Thunder and Mars！ Is the beggar going to paint a panorama？ Thought that canvas was for a new cavalry charge of yours！〃 He had lowered the other leg now； making a double… barrelled gun of the pair。
〃No； it's Horn's。 He's going to paint one of the fellows to…night。〃
〃In costume？〃 Jack's head was now so low in the chair that his eyes could draw a bead along his legs to the fire。
〃Yes； as an old Burgomaster； or something with a ruff；〃 and he kicked an army blanket into a corner as he spoke。 〃There's the ruff hanging on that pair of foils； Waller sent it over。〃 Then his merry eyes fell on Jack's sprawled…out figure； his feet almost in the gratea favorite attitude of his neighbor's when tired out with the day's work； comfortable perhaps； but especially objectionable at the moment。
〃Hereget up； you old stick…in…the…mud。 Don't sit there； doubled up like a government mule；〃 he laughed。 （The army lingo still showed itself once in a while in Fred's speech。） 〃Help me get this room ready or I'll whale you with this；〃 and he waved one end of a trace over his head。 〃If the fellows are coming they'll be here in half an hour。 Shove back that easel and bring in that beerit's outside the door in a box。 I'll get out the tobacco and pipes。〃
Jack stretched both arms above his head； emitted a yawn that could be heard in his room below； and sprang to his feet。
Fred； by this time； had taken down from a closet a tin box of crackers； unwrapped a yellow cheese； and was trimming its raw edges with a palette knife。 Then they both moved out a big table from the inner room to the larger one； and； while Jack placed the eatables on its bare top； Fred mounted a chair； and began lighting a circle of gas…jets that hung from the ceiling of the skylight。 The war…painter was host to… night； and the task of arranging the rooms for the comfort of his fellow…members consequently devolved upon him。
The refreshments having been made ready； Fred roamed about the rooms straightening the pictures on the wallsan old fad of his when guests of any kind were expectedpunching the cushions and Turkish saddle…bags into plumpness； that he had picked up in a flying trip abroad the year the war was over； and stringing them along the divan ready for the backs and legs of the club…members。 Next he stripped the piano of a collection of camp sketches that had littered it up for a week； dumped the pile into a closet； and； with a sudden wrench of his arms； whirled the instrument itself close against the wall。 Then some fire…arms； saddles； and artillery trappings were hidden away in dark corners； and a lay figure； clothed in fatigue cap and blue overcoat； and which had done duty as 〃a picket〃 during the day； was wheeled around with its face to the wall； where it stood guard over Fred's famous picture ofb〃The Last Gun at Appomattox。〃 His final touches were bestowed on the grate…fire and the coal…scuttle； both of which were replenished from a big pine box in the hall。
Jack Bedford； meanwhile； had busied himself rolling another tablea long oneunder the circle of gas…jets so that the men could see to work the better； and loading it with palettes； china tiles； canvases； etc。； to be used by the members of the club in their work of the evening。 Last of all and not by any means the least important； Jack； by the aid of a chair； gathered together； on the top shelf of the closet； the unique collection of stone beer…mugs from which the club took its name。 These he handed down one by one to Fred； who arranged them in a row on one end of the long table。 The mugs were to hold the contents of sundry bottles of beer； now safely stowed away in the lidless； pigeon…holed box； standing in the hall； which Fred unloaded later； placing the bottles on the window…sill outside to cool。
Before they had ended their preparations； the stamping of feet on the stair was heard； the door was thrown back； and the several members of the club began to arrive。
The great Waller came first； brushing the snow from his shaggy coat； looking like a great bear； growling as he rolled in； as was his wont。 Close behind him； puffing with the run upstairs； and half…hidden behind Waller's broad shoulders； trotted Simmons； the musician。
Not the tousled； ill…clad Waller； the 〃Walrus〃 of former daysno one dared to call the painter by any such names since his picture took the Medaille d'Honneur at Parisand not the slender； smooth… faced Simmons； who in the old days was content to take his chances of filling a vacancy at Wallack's or the Winter Garden； when some one of the regular orchestra was under the weather； but a sleek； prosperous； rotund Waller； with a bit of red in his button… hole； a wide expanse of shirt…front； and a waxed mustache； and a thoughtful； slightly bald； and well… dressed Simmons； with gold eyeglasses； and his hair worn long in his neck as befitted the leader of an orchestra whose concerts crowded the Academy to the doors。
These two arrivals nodded to Jack and Fred； Waller cursing the weather as he hung up his coat on a peg behind the door （unnecessary formalities of every kind； including the shaking of hands and asking after each other's health； were dispensed with by men who saw each other several times a day at their different haunts）； and Simmons； without stopping to take off his wet coat； flung his hat on the divan； crossed the room； and seated himself at the piano。
〃Went this way； Waller； didn't it？〃 said Simmons striking the keys； continuing the conversation the two had evidently had on the stairs。 〃Never heard Parepa in better voice。 She filled every corner of the house。 Crug told me he was up in Africa in the back row and never missed a note。 Do you remember this？〃 and the musician's fingers again slipped over the keys； and one of the great singer's trills rippled through the room； to which Waller nodded approvingly； mopping his wet face with his handkerchief as he listened。
The opening and shutting of the door； the stamping of feet； the general imprecations hurled at the climate；