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terious about Mrs。 Dempsey's lodgers except the
things that were not mysterious。 One of Mr。 Kip…
ling's poems is addressed to 〃Ye who hold the un…
written clue to all save all unwritten thing。〃 The
same 〃readers〃 are invited to tackle the foregoing
assertion。
Mr。 Brunelli； being impressionable and a Latin；
fell to conjugating the verb 〃amare；〃 with Katy in
the objective case； though not because of antipathy。
She talked it over with her mother。
〃Sure； I like him；〃 said Katy。 〃He's more po…
liteness than twinty candidates for Alderman； and lie
makes me feel like a queen whin he walks at me side。
But what is he； I dinno？ I've me suspicions。 The
marnin'll coom whin he'll throt out the picture av his
baronial halls and ax to have the week's rint hung
up in the ice chist along wid all the rist of 'em。〃
〃'Tis true；〃 admitted Mrs。 Dempsey； 〃that he
seems to be a sort iv a Dago； and too coolchured in
his spache for a rale gentleman。 But ye may be mis…
judgin' him。 Ye should niver suspect any wan of
bein' of noble descint that pays cash and pathronizes
the laundry rig'lar。〃
〃He's the same tbricks of spakin' and blarneyin'
wid his hands；〃 sighed Katy； 〃as the Frinch noble…
man at Mrs。 Toole's that ran away wid Mr。 Toole's
Sunday pants and left the photograph of the Bastile；
his grandfather's chat…taw； as security for tin weeks'
rint。〃
Mr。 Brunelli continued his calorific wooing。 Katy
continued to hesitate。 One day he asked her out to
dine and she felt that a denouement was in the air。
While they are on their way； with Katy in her best
muslin； you must take as an entr'acte a brief peep at
New York's Bohemia。
'Tonio's restaurant is in Bohemia。 The very lo…
cation of it is secret。 If you wish to know where it is
ask the first person you meet。 He will tell you in a
whisper。 'Tonio discountenances custom； he keeps
his house…front black and forbidding； he gives you a
pretty bad dinner； he locks his door at the dining
hour； but he knows spaghetti as the boarding…house
knows cold veal； and he has deposited many dol…
lars in a certain Banco di something with many
gold vowels in the name on its windows。
To this restaurant Mr。 Brunelli conducted Katy。
The house was dark and the shades were lowered； but
Mr。 Brunelli touched an electric button by the base…
ment door； and they were admitted。
Along a long； dark； narrow hallway they went and
then through a shining and spotless kitchen that
opened directly upon a back yard。
The walls of houses hemmed three sides of the
yard； a high； board fence； surrounded by cats； the
other。 A wash of clothes was suspended high upon
a line stretched from diagonal corners。 Those were
property clothes； and were never taken in by 'Tonio。
They were there that wits with defective pronuncia…
tion might make puns in connection with the ragout。
A dozen and a half little tables set upon the bare
ground were crowded with Bohemia…hunters； who
flocked there because 'Tonio pretended not to want
them and pretended to give them a good dinner。
There was a sprinkling of real Bohemians present
who came for a change because they were tired of
the real Bohemia； and a smart shower of the men
who originate the bright sayings of Congressmen and
the little nephew of the well…known general passen…
ger agent of the Evansville and Terre Haute Rail…
road Company。
Here is a bon mot that was manufactured at
'Tonio's：
〃A dinner at 'Tonio's；〃 said a Bohemian； 〃always
amounts to twice the price that is asked for it。〃
Let us assume that an accommodating voice in…
quires：
〃How so？〃
〃The dinner costs you 40 cents； you give 10 cents
to the waiter； and it makes you feel like 30 cents。〃
Most of the diners were confirmed table d'hoters
gastronomic adventuress； forever seeking the El Do…
rado of a good claret； and consistently coming to
grief in California。
Mr。 Brunelli escorted Katy to a little table em…
bowered with shrubbery in tubs； and asked her to
excuse him for a while。
Katy sat； enchanted by a scene so brilliant to her。
The grand ladies； in splendid dresses and plumes and
sparkling rings； the fine gentlemen who laughed so
loudly； the cries of 〃Garsong！ 〃 and 〃We； mon…
seer；〃 and 〃Hello； Mame！ 〃 that distinguish Bo…
hemia； the lively chatter； the cigarette smoke； the
interchange of bright smiles and eye…glances all
this display and magnificence overpowered the daugh…
ter of Mrs。 Dempsey and held her motionless。
Mr。 Brunelli stepped into the yard and seemed to
spread his smile and bow over the entire company。
And everywhere there was a great clapping of bands
and a few cries of 〃Bravo！ 〃 and 〃'Tonio！ 'Tonio！〃
whatever those words might mean。 Ladies waved
their napkins at him； gentlemen almost twisted their
necks off； trying to catch his nod。
When the ovation was concluded Mr。 Brunelli；
with a final bow； stepped nimbly into the kitchen and
flung off his coat and waistcoat。
〃Flaherty； the nimblest 〃garsong〃 among the
waiters； had been assigned to the special service of
Katy。 She was a little faint from hunger； for the
Irish stew on the Dempsey table had been particu…
larly weak that day。 Delicious odors from unknown
dishes tantalized her。 And Flaherty began to bring
to her table course after course of ambrosial food
that the gods might have pronounced excellent。
But even in the midst of her Lucullian repast Katy
laid down her knife and fork。 Her heart sank as
lead； and a tear fell upon her filet mignon。 Her
haunting suspicions of the star lodger arose again；
fourfold。 Thus courted and admired and smiled
upon by that fashionable and gracious assembly；
what else could Mr。 Brunelli be but one of those
dazzling titled patricians； glorious of name but shy
of rent money； concerning whom experience had made
her wise？ With a sense of his ineligibility growing
within her there was mingled a torturing conviction
that his personality was becoming more pleasing to
her day by day。 And why had he left her to dine
alone？
But here he was coming again； now coatless； his
snowy shirt…sleeves rolled high above his Jeffries…
onian elbows； a white yachting cap perched upon his
jetty curls。
〃'Tonio！ 'Tonio！〃 shouted many； and 〃The
spaghetti！ The spaghetti！〃 shouted the rest。
Never at 'Tonio's did a waiter dare to serve a dish
of spaghetti until 'Tonio came to test it； to prove the
sauce and add the needful dash of seasoning that
gave it perfection。
From table to table moved 'Tonio； like a prince in
his palace； greeting his guests。 White； jewelled
bands signalled him from every side。
A glass of wine with this one and that； smiles for
all； a jest and repartee for any that might challenge
truly few princes could be so agreeable a host！
And what artist could ask for further appreciation
of his handiwork？ Katy did not know