CHESTER IS DISCHARGED. "Well," said David Mullins, addressing his cousin Felix, "did you go to the Fifth Avenue Hotel last evening?" "Yes, Cousin David." "Did you see that man from Minneapolis and Chester?" "Yes." "Where did they go?" "I don't know." "You don't know?" frowned Mullins. "And why not, I should like to know?" "Because I went to Palmer's Theater." "So that is the way you spent the quarter I gave you?" exclaimed the bookkeeper, indignantly. "I couldn't go to Palmer's on that." "Did you go with them?" asked Mullins, hopefully. "No, but Mr. Perkins gave me money to go." "What made him do it?" "He thought I was a friend of Chester." "How much did he give you?" "I occupied a dollar seat," answered Felix, noncommittally. He did not care to mention th

