Weird Tales/Volume 9/Issue 1/The Dream Peddler

"As she spoke, everything grew
hazy and far away. The next
moment, Hugh awoke. He still
lay upon the couch, and the old
Dream Peddler was bending
over him."

It was long past midnight. At
Giacomo's Restaurant two loiterers
still lingered despite the fact
that it was an imposition on the solitary
waiter who impatiently remained
to lock up. Giacomo prides himself
on never turning out a guest no matter
how unearthly the hour; but the
hospitality of the restaurateur was
not reflected in the bleary-eyed,
drowsy appearance of the waiter.
He considered the presence of the silent
two a rank imposition, aggravated
by the fact that he expected but
scant tips, for usually men so ultra-taciturn
were too preoccupied with
their own thoughts to remember such
mundane things.
The younger man was well dressed
and rather good-looking, not the sort
of "good-looking" which is pictured
in collar "ads" and other atrocious
posters, but there was an air of
strength and energy about him. His
face reflected a rather keen mentality,
although it must be admitted, his expression
at the moment was one of
extreme disgust and boredom.
He motioned to the waiter.
"Another cup of coffee."
"Black coffee?" yawned the w

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