Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-03-05

When tue public dinner was over Frama;s entered the room, and was welcomed Inv, L;.. Parisian colleague literally with open a,r,s "Come and have cigar in my room s.iS the friendly Frenchman. q want to boa- whether you have really engaged that yron,a,, at Milan or not.n In this easy way Fra,,n;. found his opportunity of comnarine tha ;,,ta rior of the room with tho description which he had heard of it at Milan.
 Arriving at the door. the Frenchman be- thoupht himself of his travelling companion. Nv scene painter is here with me-" he said, "on the lookout for materials. An excellent fellow. who will take it as a kindness if we ask him to join us I'll tell the porter to send him up when he comes in." He handed the key of his room to Francis. "I will be back in minute. It's at the end of the cor ridor-13A."
 Francis entered the room alone There were the decorations on the walls and the ceiling. exactly as they had been described to him! lie had just time to perceive this at a glance, before his attention was diverted to himself~anl his own sensations by a grotes- u,ely disapreeable occurrence which took him completely by surprise.
 He became conscious of . mysteriously offensive odor in the room, entirely new in his experience of revolting smells. It was composed If such thing could bel of two lningling exllaations, which were separately discoverable exhalations, nevertheless. This strange blending of odors consisted of some thing fantly and unpleasantly aromatic, mixed with another underlying smell, so un- uttarably sickening that he threw open the window and put his head out into the fresh air, unable to endure the horribly infected atmosphere for a moment longer.
 The French proprietor joined his English friend with his cigar already lit He started back ill dismay at sight terrible to bis countrymen ill general-ths sight of an open window. 'You English people are perfectly mad on the subject of fresh air!" be ex- claimed. "We shall catch our deaths of cold. ,
 Francis turned and looked at him ill aston ishment. "Are you really not aware of the smell there is in the room?" he asked.
 "Smell!" repeated his brother manager. q smell my own good Sgar. Try one yourself. And for heavens sake shut the windowl"
 Francis declined the cigar by asign. "For- give me,' he said. q will leave you to close the window. I feel faint and giddy-I had better go out" He put his handkerchief over his nose and mouth and crossed the room to the door.
 The Frenchman followed the movements of Francis in such state of bewilderment that he actually forgot to seize the opportunity oi shutting out the fresh air. "Is it so nasty as that:' he asked, with broad stare of amaze ment.
 "HorribleI' Francis muttered behind his handkerchief. "Inever smelled anything like it ill my life!'
 There was knock at the door. The scene painter appeared. His employer instantly asked him if he smelled anything. C o;, n,1.. one directlyr'
 smell anything else-vile, abominable, over towering, indescribable, never-never-neve1 smeled befores"
 The scene painter appeared to be puzzled by the vehement energy of the language ad dressed to him. "The room is as fresh anC sweet as room can be-" he answered. As he spoke he looked back with astonishment al Francis Westwick, standing outside in the corridor, and eyeing the interior of the bed chamber with an expression of undisguiseC disgust.
 The Parisian director approached his Eng fish colleague and looked at him with grave and anxious scrutiny.
 "You see, my friend, here are two of us with as good noses as yours, who smell noth ing. If you want evidence from more noses look therel" He pointed to two little Englisl girls at play in the corridor. "The door o1 my room is wide open-and you know how fast smell can travel Now listen, while appeal to these innocent noses, in the Ian guage of their own dismal island. My little loves, do you sniff a nasty smell here-haF The children burst out laughing, and an swered, emphatically, "No." My good West wick" the Frenchman resumed, in his ow1 language, "the conclusion is surely plain There is something wrong, very wrong, witt your own nose. l recommend you to see | medical man."
 l Having given that advice, he returned te his room, and shut out the horrid fresh ai with loud exclamation of relief. Franci left the hotel by the lanes that led to tb' Square of St. Mark The night breeze soo1 | revived him. He was able to light cigar and to think quietly over what had happened