You come in with me. It's a celebration for old Keating, a
farewell blow-out."
Channing started and laughed.
"Keating?" he asked. "That's funny," he said. "I haven't seen him
since--since before I was ill."
"Yes, old Jimmie Keating. You've got nothing against him, have you?"
Channing shook his head vehemently, and Norris glanced back
complacently toward the door of the dining-room, from whence came the
sound of intimate revelry.
"You might have had, once," Norris said, laughing; "we were all up
against him once. But since he's turned out such a wonder and a war-
hero, we're going to recognize it. They're always saying we newspaper
men have it in for each other, and so we're just giving him this
subscription-dinner to show it's not so. He's going abroad, you know.
He sails to-morrow morning."
"No, I didn't know," said Channing.
"Of course not, how could you? Well, the Consolidated Press's sending
him and his wife to Paris. He's to cover the Peace negotiations
there. It's really a honeymoon-trip at the expense of the C. P. It's
their reward for his work, for his Santiago story, and the beat and
all that--"
Channing's face expressed his bewilderment.
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