"Never drink," protested Bean to the proffered glass.
"Won't happen every day, old top," suggested the waster.
He drank. The sparkling stuff brought him new courage. He drained the glass.
"I knew they were trying to keep me off that board of directors," he confided to Breede, "specially that oldest one."
"That your first drink's morning?" asked Breede in discreet tones.
"First drink I ever took. Had two eggs 's morning."
"What board of directors?" asked Breede suspiciously.
"Fed'l Express. I wanted that stock for a technical purpose—so I could get on board of directors."
Breede looked across the table to Grandma. There seemed to be alarm in his face.
"Given it up, though," continued Bean. "Can't be robbing tired business men. Rather be a baseball king if you come down to that. I'll own three four major league clubs before year's out. See 'f I don't! 'S only kind of king I want to be—wake me up any time in the night and ask me—old George W. Baseball King. 'S my name. I been other kings enough. Nothing in it. You wouldn't believe it if I told you I was a king of Egypt once, 'way back, thous'n's years before you were ever born. I had my day; pomps and attentions and powers. But I was laid away in a
