Charlie is usually at the Union League Club rooms whenever the Barmecidal feast of political morals is on the boards. He was there Tuesday night, when such a symposium was the order of the day. Eugene Maxwell, of Colonel Morford'o office, was there too. At least, Charlie found Eugene all there. The court reporter reporter wished to have a friendly game at billiards with the Deputy Street Superintendent, Superintendent, and developed this desire in his usually polite manner. The man who looks after the street sweepers was too slow to respond, whereupon the King of the shorthand reporters Bpoke in terms not according to his usually bland and winning phrases. In fact Charlie applied to Eugene termß extremely offensive, which aroused the latent wrath of the Street Superintendent, and he proceeded to wipe up the club room floors with the tailor made suit that sat so jauntily on the reporter. Charlie is a good deal of a man from the standpoint of a pugilist, and the fact that Maxwell knocked him clean off his pins is a feather in the cap of the Street Department. Department. But when gentlemen meet compliments will still be the order of the day.