A Maxim of Hong Yo.
A Maxim of Hong Yo.The next day Kenyon had his belongings, which he had now generously added to, removed to a hotel some distance up town.
“It has not the flare of the Waldorf,” he told himself, as he sat down to dinner, “and it’s not nearly so expensive. But it will do.”
He was still pondering over the menu when who should enter the café but Webster.
“Oh, I say, but this is luck,” exclaimed that young person, dumping himself into a chair at the opposite side of the table. “I got your notice of removal about an hour ago, while I was deep in the selecting of a menu for a tight old wax that I hoped to land for a good order. But right on top of your message came a ’phone call from him saying that he couldn’t keep the dinner appointment after all. So I dressed and hurri
