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It radiated between Franklin Square, where Joseph W. Harper "Joe Brooklyn," we called him reigned in place of his uncle, Fletcher Harper, the man of genius among the original Harper Brothers, and the Lotos Club, then in Irving Place, and Delmonico's, at the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fourteenth Street, with Sutherland's in Liberty Street for a downtown place of luncheon resort, not to forget Dorlon's in Fulton Market.
"Where did you have your purse last?" "Just before we came out of Dorlon's oyster saloon. Just before we came here for butter-scotch," replied Horace, glaring fiercely at Granny. "Are you quite sure?" "Is mine gone, too?" cried Prudy again. "Did you put mine in the same pocket?" "Yes, Prue; I put yours in the same pocket; and it's gone, too." "O, Horace!" "A pretty clean sweep, Prue."
The clerks at Dorlon's had no knowledge of the money; neither had any of the apple or pie merchants along the market. Things look darker for us, Prue; but I will give you the credit of behaving like a lady. And one thing is sure the moment I get home to Indiana I shall send you back your money."
"The vilyins!" cried Granny; looking, auntie thought, as if her whole soul was stirred with pity for the children; but, as Horace thought, as if she were trying to put a bold face on a very black crime. "Let us go back to Dorlon's, and ask the waiters if you dropped it in there," suggested Aunt Madge. "Yes, but I know I didn't," said Horace, with another scowl at Granny.
It radiated between Franklin Square, where Joseph W. Harper "Joe Brooklyn," we called him reigned in place of his uncle, Fletcher Harper, the man of genius among the original Harper Brothers, and the Lotos Club, then in Irving Place, and Delmonico's, at the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fourteenth Street, with Sutherland's in Liberty Street for a downtown place of luncheon resort, not to forget Dorlon's in Fulton Market.
"Did she give it back?" cried Horace, the moment his aunt appeared. "No, my boy; how could she when she hadn't it to give?" "But, auntie, I'm up and down sure I felt that wallet in my breast-pocket, when we came out of Dorlon's," persisted Horace.
The Westlake pig, she knew, was going to Dorlon's for a pan roast with Horrocks, for the creature had told all the girls who were sure to run with it to her, Dora Stein. Thorpe would have been a faded flag to flaunt in the face of the enemy a floorwalker, to one who had mashed a department manager!
Fitzsimmons, alias Ruby Robert, the Freckled One, the Kangaroo, and beyond, still standing, a memento of yesterday, Dorlon's, uptown heir to the glories of the old Fulton Market place, which boasted a history that goes back three-quarters of a century.
On holidays my father used to take me on the most delightful fishing excursions to the then unpolluted waters of Coney Island Creek and Sheepshead Bay; and on Monday afternoons in midwinter it was a regular thing that I should go with him to New York to ramble among the old book-shops in Nassau Street and eat oysters at Dorlon's stall, with wooden tables and sawdust-sprinkled floor, in Fulton Market.
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