"Come home, my dear Jack," said she, bursting into tears; "I've been so lonely without you."
"Not so fast, Mrs. Cleveland," said the young gentleman, as he perceived his power. "I'm very happy where I am. I can't go back except on certain conditions."
"Name them, dearest."
"I'm to smoke as many cigars as I please."
"Granted."
"Not to carry any more bandboxes or tomcats."
"Granted."
"To give a dinner party to the 'boys' once in a while."
"Granted—granted. And I've paid your note, and opened a cash account for you at the bank."
"You are an angel," said Cleveland; "and now it's all over—that note was given Madame St. Germain for tuition of a young girl, Miss Julia Vining, whom I educated with the romantic notion of making her my wife, when she should arrive at a suitable age, at which period she ran off with a one-eyed French fiddler, and is now taking in sewing at 191st Street, New York."