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“Try a band of music.”

“That would soon wear out; and then we should have to get up something else, and the people would suspect us of trying to gull them.”

“Then what is to be done, Mr. Graves? We can never stand it at this rate.”

“I’m sure I don’t know.” And the rum-seller leaned upon his bar, and looked quite sad and dejected.

“I wonder what has become of Bill Riley?” he at length asked, rising up with a sigh. “He hasn’t been here for a week.”

“Dick Hilton told me to-day that he believed he had joined the teetotallers.”

“I feared as much. He was one of my very best customers; worth a clear dollar and a half a week to me, above the cost of the liquors, the year round. And Tom Jones? Where can he be?”

“Gone, too.”

“Tom Jones?” in surprise.

“It’s a fact. They got him on the same night Bill Riley was caught.”

“Foolish fellow, to go and throw himself away in that style! Them temperance men will get from him every dollar he can earn, to build Temperance Halls, and get up processions, and buy clothes for lazy, loafing vagabonds, that had a great sight better be sent to the poorhouse. It is too bad. My very blood boils when I think what fools men are.”

“And there’s Harry Peters,–Dick Hilton told me that he’d gone, too.”

“Not Harry Peters, surely!”

“Yes. He hasn’t been near our house for several days.

“Well, something must be done to get up a new set of customers, or we are gone. We must invent some new drink.”

“What shall it be?”

“O, that’s no consequence. The name must be taking.”

“Have you thought of one?”

“No, Can’t you think of something?”

“Well–Let me see. But I’m sure I don’t know what would do.”

“What do you think of ‘Bank Stock?’ That would attract attention.”

“I can’t say that I like it.”

“Or ‘Greasers?'”

“Most too vulgar.”

“So I think myself. Suppose we call it a ‘Mummy?'”

“I’m afraid it wouldn’t go. It ought to have ‘Imperial,’ or ‘Nectar,’ or something like that about it.”

“O, yes, I see your notion. But they’ve all been used up long ago. It must be some entirely new name, which, at the same time, will hit a popular idea. As ‘Tariff,’ or ‘Compromise.'”

“I see now. Well, can’t you hammer out something?”

“I must try. Let me see. How will ‘Sub-Treasury’ do?”

“Capital! ‘Graves’ Sub-Treasury’ will be just the thing. You see, the young-fellows will say–‘Why, what kind of a new drink is this they’ve been getting up, down at the Harmony House?’

“‘I don’t know–What is it?’

“‘The Sub-Treasury, they call it.’

“‘Have you tried it yet?’

“‘No.’

“‘Well, come, let’s give him a call. Novelty, you know, is the order of the day.’

“That’s the way these matters work, Mr. Graves. But how are you going to make it?”

“I’ve not thought of that. But anything will do. Liquor tastes good to ’em any way you choose to fix it.”

“True enough. You can leave that part to me. I’ll hatch up something that will tickle as it goes down, and make ’em wish their throats were a mile long, that they might taste it all the way.”

“Have you tried Graves’ new drink yet, Joe?” asked one young man of another, a day or two after the conversation just noted took place.

“No.–What is it?”

“Sub-Treasury.”

“Sub-Treasury? That must be something new. I wonder what it is?”

“I’ve just been wondering the same thing. Suppose we go down and try it.”

“I was about swearing off from ever tasting another drop of liquor. But, I believe I will try a ‘Sub-Treasury’ with you, just for the fun of the thing.”

“Well, come along then.”

And so the two started off for the Harmony House.

“Give us a couple of Sub-Treasuries,” said one of them as they entered; and forthwith a couple of glasses filled with mixed liquors, crushed ice, lemonpeel, and snow-white sugar, were prepared, and a straw placed in each, through which the young men “imbibed” the new compound.

“Really, this is fine, Nelson!” said the one, called Joe, smacking his lips.