The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1864-08-24
Paris Gossip.

Paris Gossip.
A few weeks since, man, only some
e.and. thlrtY or eight thirty years
OLD, went into the Gale Anglais, Paris, and
SAID % TIC mistress: 81 wish you would
retain No. 10 for me this evening. Lay
plates for eight, and have dinner on the
table at o'clock precisely. leave the
selection OF the dinner to you. Give us
dinner of four dollars head, wine included.
Here is Q bank note for $40; four times
eight are thirty-two; the change, eight dol.
lars, is for the waiters:'
"At quarter Of Z he returned: he was
shown into No. 10. He asked for pen, ink
ana paper. After he received them he tore
sheet OF paper into eight several parts,
wrote something on each of them, and
placed one of them upon each plate. When
the clock struck Z, the waiter Il will wait
until halfpast7.' AT the appointed time
be took his seat at the table and said to the
astounded waiter: Serve the dinner Just
as IL all my guests were present. The
waiter obeeyed, and placed dish of soup
on each plate, managing while doing so to
READ the Games on the plates. He found
nothing on the BITS of paper but Re, Mi,
Fa, SO, La, 81, Do. When he went back
to the kitchen he told the servant the odd
guest he had in No. Is. The rumor reach.
cd the ears OF the master of the house he
at once suspected something was wrong
How IS the gentleman dressed?" he asked
the waiter. He is dressed in black
Mhen he went into the room he took off
his overcoat and placed it on the piano,
where 1t still remains Bring m. his over.
coat. 1t doubtless contains letters or visit
ing cards, and we shall find out from them
what sort ct a guest we have. Act eau.
r'ously and be quick. The waiter soon re.
turned with the overcoat. Master and
servant instantly searched the pockets. -
ihey found neither letters or visiting cards !;
but they discovered two small pistols,
which were capped and loaded The master
lett the caps on the nipples, replaced them
IN the pocket and made the servant carry
the overcoat back to the private room. AS
ne was eating dessert the waiter asked him,
| mean this strange guest, if he would take
coffee. Yes How man3 cupsT Eight,
of course The eight cups were filed
Now leave me; when want you will
ring the bell The waiter retired, shut the
door, and put his eye to the key hole to see
what was going to take place. AS soon as
the guest was alone he heavad deep sigh,
rose, went to the Piano, opened it, played
an air from one of Verdi's operas and tried
to sing tin vain. His voice was com.
pletely gone. His hands fell into his lap.
tears ceursed one another down his cheeks
lie murmured: All is over! IT'S hope
less! My voice is broken! | shall never
again be able to obtain another engagement |!
Ny career is at an end! am dead man
Then he added with an hystcrical laugh !:
'Gads, wasn't it devilish ingenious notion
had to give farewell dinner to my notes
"a parting banquet to those poor notes
which, last year, were so brilliant and so
pure in my throat. Artists alone can con.
ceiye and execute such ideas. All poor
fellow; the game is up with you; nothing
is left you but to die He put his hand in
the pocket of his overcoat, took out the two
pistols, placed the muzzle of each in each
Of his ears and pulled the triggers. The
caps exploded and the poor fellow fell sense
less on the carpet. The keeper of the res.
taurant who was hard by, ran into the
room, and, aided by his servants, lifted up
the would be suicide. The usual restora.
liver were applied, and when consciousness
returned it was found impossible to con.
vince the guest that he was still alive. He
insisted upon it that he was dead. He had
gone crazy. He raved: Now that am
dead man, don't care who knows who |
was when was alive. Nine. George Sand
has told my history in one of her novels.
My name is Alben Gerbier-Albany is nv
stage name. was on the eve OF singing q
magnificent engagement with the manager
Of the Italian Opera, when that rascal
Fraschini cut me out. / fell sick and lost
my voice. Fortunately my pistols did not
snap. l did not miss the vital organs, and
am dead. Carry me 10 Pere la Chaise, il
you please The master of the house
sent for the police, and the ill-starred
wretch was Immediately carried to lunatic
asylum"