Flowing Gold

Flowing Gold is a Fiction Short Story Book. Room service at the Ajax is of a quality befitting the newest, the largest, and the most expensive hotel in Dallas. While the standard of excellence is uniformly high, nevertheless some extra care usually attaches to a breakfast ordered from the Governor's suite most elegant and most expensive of all the suites hence the waiter checked over his card and made a final, fluttering examination to be sure that the chilled fruit was chilled and that the hot plates were hot before he rapped on the door. A voice, loud and cheery, bade him enter. Would the gentleman wish his breakfast served in the parlor or No, the gentleman would have it right in his bedroom; but first, where were his cigarettes? He hoped above all things that the waiter had not forgotten his cigarettes. Some people began their days with cold showers nothing less than a cruel shock to a languid nervous system. An atrocious practice, the speaker called it a relic of barbarism a fetish of ignorance. Much preferable was a hygienic, stimulating cigarette which served the same purpose and left no deleterious aftereffects. The pajama clad guest struck a light, inhaled with abundant satisfaction, and then cast a hungry eye over the contents of the rubber tired breakfast table. He, too, tested the temperature of the melon and felt the cover of the toast plate.