“It's going to be a long, cold winter; don't you think so?” “Yes, I dread it a good deal.” “It's a comfort, though, to know that you never will touch rum again.” “Yes, I am glad in my heart to-night that I am free from it. I shall never touch rum again.” When he said this he looked up at the other delegate, and they looked into each other's eyes earnestly, as though each would read the other's soul. Then the Huerferno man said: “In fact, I never did care much for rum.” Then there was a long pause. Finally the Correjos man ventured: “Do you have to use an antidote to cure the thirst?” “Yes, I've had to rely on that a good deal at first. Probably this vain yearning that I now feel in the pit of the bosom will disappear after awhile.” “Have you got any antidote with you?” “Yes, I've got some up in 232-1/2. If you'll come up I'll give you a dose.” “There's no rum in it, is there?” “No.” Then they went up the elevator. They did not get down to breakfast, but at dinner they stole in. The man from Huerferno dodged nervously through the archway leading to the dining-room as though he had doubts about getting through so small a space with his augmented head, and the man from Correjos looked like one who had wept his eyes almost blind over the woe that rum has wrought in our fair land. When the waiter asked the delegate from Correjos for his dessert order, the red-nosed Son of Ice Water said: “Bring me a cup of tea, some pudding without wine sauce, and a piece of mince pie. You may also bring me a corkscrew, if you please, to pull the brandy out of the mince pie with.” Then the two reformed drunkards looked at each other, and laughed a hoarse, bitter and joyous laugh. At the afternoon session of the Sons of Ice Water, the Huerferno delegate couldn't get his regalia over his head. Second Letter to the President. To the President.--I write this letter not on my own account, but on behalf of a personal friend of mine who is known as a mugwump. He is a great worker for political reform, but he cannot spell very well, so he has asked me to write this letter. He knew that I had been thrown among great men all my life, and that, owing to my high social position and fine education, I would be peculiarly fitted to write you in a way that would not call forth disagreeable remarks, and so he has given me the points and I have arranged them for you.