CUPID EN ROUTE
lights, the splashing fountain, the busy, hurrying waiters. "Remember the Senate restarong at Telluride, Wade? This sort o' reminds you of it, don't it? It's so different! Reckon all these gay dudes live here, boy, or just come in for a good feed?"
"Just here for dinner, I guess, most of them. The quiet folks in the corners and at the side tables are guests of the hotel, probably. The splashy ones are outsiders blowing in a week's salary."
"What? Ain't they all millionaires?" exclaimed Dave. "Gee, I was feelin' poor and humble, boy! Reckon that undersized galoot over there with the golden-haired Venus ain't got no more'n I have, Wade?"
"It's a safe bet," laughed Wade. "I dare say if it came to a show-down, Dave, you'd outstack 'em all."
"Well, I'll be—" Dave swallowed it. "Think o' that! I thought they was all Rockefellers and Goulds and J. P. Morgans. Well, if that little two-by-twice dude ain't
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