DOCTOR HUDSON'S SECRET JOURNAL 313

famous Weatherby beans, made by Weatherby himself, in
your kitchen, after an old formula concocted in the logging-
camps of Maine, where maple syrup was easier to ^et than
sorghum - "

"Merci," said Louis, bowing. I could see that the thing
had bit him.

Monday afternoon I drove Mr. Weatherby down to The
Pontchartrain for an interview with Louis, and he held forth
there on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays — as beanster-
extraordinary — until the warm weather came along. Then
he went back to Maine and opened up a little roadside place
where he served nothing but Weatherby's Baked Beans —
with brown bread and other suitable accessories. I had
insisted that he stick to the bean motif \ and, seeing that the
beans had saved his life, he seemed glad enough to do so.

"And print on your menu," I advised, "that you may
be found, during the winter season, baking beans at The
Pontchartrain. That ought to fetch 'em."

He is spending the roughest part of the winter in his son's
home where, he told me to-day, he is entirely contented.
The novelty of Weatherby's beans has worn off at The
Pontchartrain, and the old gentleman is not working there
now; but he is glad enough for a little rest, he says.
"Had a mighty busy summer," he reported. "I am fixing
up the place a little this season and taking on a couple more
girls to help. Ain't as spry as I used to be."
And that, I noticed by his gait, is true. He ain't as spry