Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-12-21
ANOTHER MONTE CRIsTO.
A Wonderful Story If Partisan Oven
turer,

A Wonderful Story IF a Partisan Adven-
turer,
Some two and twenty years have come
and gone, says the Paris CORE spOndent
of the New Orleans Picdgune, since Pa
rsians first began to talk about the Prince
! Joseph LubOmirski. lie was tine-look-
ing fellow and so enormously rich that
whenever he went into cafe he would
buy out the whole place and make every
body present help themselves. Such was
his prod gal generosity that the young
Due de Grammont CaderOusse nicknamed
him the Prince Kestuvenkjtuf, that is to
say 'qu'tst-ce que tn VeuX que Je tom Z"
one day LubOmIrski ran down TO Naples
with professional beauty" called Ju-
lIette. He astonished the Old city - ith his
luxurious ways, kept a steamboat ready
day and night for mis- girls use, and when
be had Tired of her autographed friend
here in Paris to reserve an apartment for
him at the Hotel de Castillo. The friend
wired back: Hotel full, but the prOprie-
tor will sell his house to YOU" Every
well, buy it, WAS the immediate order;
and when the Prince arrived in Paris and
the walters, cooks, chambermaids and
bOttle-washers of the hotel were drawn
up in lines to welcome the new boss, he
sent all the guests away and filed the
rooms with gentlemen ana ladies OF eX-
cellent blood but without money, and these
leecheS lived on him until be hadn't
penny lett. The Prince had great eX-
pectatjons," but his rich old uncle, in
stead of dying as any decent fellow would
have done, got married and in due course
of time was presented with soR and heir.
Then the Prince went to work, wrote q
book souvenir DUN Page de PEmpereur
de Russo" made reputation and gained
some money. Next he wrote I'm No
made" then some magazine articles. and
by and by became a full-fledge1 journalist.
Once upon a time Robert Mitchell and
Aurelien SchOll fell to quarrelfhg. Lu-
bOmiTski, a friend to both, undertook TO
settle their affair amicably, and succeeded
so well that duel fol owed. The morning
Of the meeting the Prince, in very dole
full tone, said to Mitchell: ''Adieu, Scholl,
don't fail to lay him Out;" and then, turn
ing to SchOll, he exclaimed: "Adieu, Rob
ert, good luck TO you; now go for him.
One night at BlgnOn's, the Prince of
Orange flew into a passion, struck LubO-
mirski over the head with his cane and
pushed him against a tall pile of plates.
''MOnseigneur," quietly remarked the PO-
fish Prince, shat was a movement of bad
humOr which will cost me new hat. To
gain twenty francs it will be necessary
for me to write forty lines.2 The next
day the Prince of Orange, WIND, as the son
of a King, could not make his excuses,
sent LubOmirski word that if the latter
was seriously offended then he was will
ing to receive his seconds for duel. This
honor was too much for our Princely jour
nalist, for although as brave as any Of us,
he Tas too high born to dare accept
chance to fight with one of royal blood,
and the incident was ended. Since
those DAYS the Prince of Orange has
died, while as for Lubomirski he several
years ago made rich marriage and is
living virtuOus and happily in one of the
finest houses to be found in the zone ar
ftctio1,o