. The Saturday evening post. I 1010 742. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST H9 (Continued front Page 146) Horace rose, took the glass from hisbrothers hand and laid it upon the cardtable. You dont want that, old chap, hesaid gently. Youre much better with-out it. Now, please understand, Ernest, saidAlice. In this house you must not expectto find drink in any shape or form—I meanspirits. On that point I am adamant. Ihave known only too intimately the ter-rible results that follow from it. Horacehas given me a solemn promise that he willnever, under any circumstances, touchspirits again. Elsewhere—well,
. The Saturday evening post. I 1010 742. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST H9 (Continued front Page 146) Horace rose, took the glass from hisbrothers hand and laid it upon the cardtable. You dont want that, old chap, hesaid gently. Youre much better with-out it. Now, please understand, Ernest, saidAlice. In this house you must not expectto find drink in any shape or form—I meanspirits. On that point I am adamant. Ihave known only too intimately the ter-rible results that follow from it. Horacehas given me a solemn promise that he willnever, under any circumstances, touchspirits again. Elsewhere—well, elsewhereyou are your own master. You mustchoose for yourself. But here—she indi-cated the glass with a gesture of abhor-rence— that sort of thing is at an endforever. Im very sorry, Alice, said Ernestmildly. I hadnt the faintest idea The blast of Dowsons bugle announcingtea interrupted his confused mumblings. Good gracious! exclaimed Alice. Goand tell that man to stop that ridiculousperformance, Horace! But I thought you liked
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