But drink had destroyed his prudence.

And so when Albert stepped on the piazza of the hotel where Westcott stood rattling his pocketful of silver change and his keys for the amusement of the bystanders, as was his wont, the latter put himself in Charlton's way, and said, in a dreary, half-drunk style: [Illustration: ONE SAVAGE BLOW FULL IN THE FACE.] "Mornin', Mr.Hedgehog! By George! he! he! he! How's the purty little girl?
My little girl.

Don't you wish she wasn't?
Hard feller, I am.

Any gal's a fool to marry me, I s'pose.

Katy's a fool.