Dan Hemingray is equally as popular in New York as he is in Cincinnati

Dan. C. Hemingray, the glass manufacturer, is not only a most popular man with his neighbors in Covington, in Cincinnati and throughout the West generally, but he is also equally popular in New York. This was shown in a peculiar way late one night this week. A physician who works a big staff, looks after matters that fall to the lot of a surgeon in connection with the Metropolitan Street Railway systems and the Manhattan Elevated Roads, happened into a cafe on Broadway where men who know most all men gather about the mid­night hour for luncheon before retiring. With the surgeon was a traveling sales­man who used to be largely engaged in the trotting horse business who has traveled all over Ohio, Indiana and Kentucky and the West and South, and whose front name is Charles. The surgeon, who is a distinguished physician, had never met Mr. Hemingray, but has friends who are great friends of Dan. The first thing the "gang" in the cafe in their immediate neighbor­hood heard was the physician saying after he had ordered a bottle of the rosy and luncheon for himself and friends was, "Well, we will drink a health to Dan Hemingray." to which Charles bowed and said: "Thank you: that is very kind, indeed."

The word passed around that Dan Hemingray was in the cafe. The aforesaid Charles, when not close at hand, bears a resemblance to Mr. Hemingray. When the wine was brought in and poured out the physician arose and said: "Here’s to our friend, Dan Hemingray." A big bunch of fellows near-by arose, and, with their glasses on high, joined in the toast, much to the astonishment of the physician, and more to Charles, who had arisen in acknowledgement of the honor tendered him­self, the supposed Mr. Hemingray. Standing most of the party assembled got a good flash at his face, and one merely said, out loud: "That is not Dan Hemingray." Others said the same thing, and one gentleman; an acquaintance of the physician, approached his table and said: "Doctor, I am afraid you are being imposed upon. This is not Dan Hemingray." Charles looked as though he would like to creep into some corner and give up the spirit. "Are you not Dan Hemingray?” asked the physician. "Are you?" asked the physician's acquaintance. Charles faintly said "No!" and the physician quietly remarking: "No. I suppose you are a deadbeat!" left the cafe and his other friends without partaking of the lunch he had ordered. Charles was left behind to receive the gibs and jeers of those gathered about him until he, too, hastened away. It appears that some remark dropped by the physician in the Waldorf-Astoria led to their chance meeting, when Charles introduced himself as Dan C. Hemingray, of Covington, Ky. So glad to meet the supposed Mr. Hemingray was the phy­sician that he arranged for seats at the Garrick Theater and for a good time generally for the man regarding whose good qualities he had heard so much from friends but who he had never had the pleasure of meeting.