, 1889-01-10
WICKED PARIS MEN
A Day With Il Banker Baron of
Frances Capital.
Boulanger's Backer, and His
Scheme for an Ex-COOk.
Two Divinitics, One Amcrican--A Dinner
with u Gambler -Madame's Great
AnnoyRncc.

with q Gambler. Mndame'S Great
Annoyancc.
When the baron's servant entered his
chamber at o. CLOCK in the morning the
elderly nobleman was sitting up in bed
figuring industriously on the back Of a
dinner card with small gold pencil The
gray light of drizzling Paris morning
crept In through the heavy curtains Of the
big mansion at SO Boulevard Malesherbe
and revealed the face OF man who had
lived hard and fast for more than half q
century. The ravages of dissipation were
deep and savaRely outlined, the sharply
pointed beard snow white, and the throat
scanned and thin.
"Madame2'' muttered the baron in
quirinuly, az he took a sip OF the iced
mineral water that the man held out to
him.
MADAME the baroness" said the valet,
twill take her coffee in her boudoir."
"Humph"
The servant maintained q suggestive
silence. Tue baron said "Humph!' again
and added;
What is it, Adolphe?"
"rhere was an unfortunate meeting
yesterday at 2. The Mignonpe was here"
Dear child! said the baron paren-
thetically.
The Mignonne WAS a reianipg divinity
Of the stage. who lived ia u superb house
on the Champs Elysee, where she spent
about thirty Thousand u year. The pills
went to the baron.
THE BARONESS DRAWS THE LINE.
"rhe baroness and her mother started
into the conservatory just as the MiQnonne
and her friends from the Gymnase theater
had finished looking at the house. They
all came together In the passage and mad.
anne stalked up stairs. She was very
angry"
"Was she, indeed?" said the baron,
looking ut his old servant surprisedly.
"Well, upon my word; women in these
days are growing rather high strung when
they object to little thing like that
Why should not my house be seen? !?
Where's my gcwnP''
He pulled the gown over his attenuated
form, thrust his feet into his slippers,
stuck a fez on his head and stalked into his
apartments with FIRE in bis dissipated eye.
Meanwhile the servant laid out the coffee,
rolls and morning paper and began to pre-.
pare the baron's clothes softly, while he
kept his ears open. A moment later the
row was in full swing. Ii was evident that
the temper OF the baroness was on war
footing. She did not object to strangers
visiting the picture gallery and conserva.
tory, since she had the misfortune to occu-
py one OF the show houses of Paris. she
screamed, but she drew the line at Mign.
onne.
The baron came back from the tiff in
| fine form. There was bit OF color In us
| cheeks.
ut walked me up" he said comfortably.
"Almost as good as jog on horseback in
the morning."
B0ULAN6ER.
Half on hour later be stepped into bis
brougham and drove to the bank of which
he was managing director The business
of the bank was already under way. The
baron 8 assistants bowed politely as he en-
tered, and he plunged at once into busi-
ness. For two hours there was not the
slightest cessation at work. Then au erect
military-loOkIng servant entered the bank
er's private room, where he sat at large
table, reeling of his orders TO his assist
ants. coughing continually, and OCCASION
ally taking sip of cognac from the side.
board in the corner. When the baron saw
the servant he made an expressive grimace
and said hotiy:
''Give me the note"
"There is no note" said the servant,
quietly. General Boulanaer said that
he would call personally and see you"
NO." yelled the baron at the top Of his
lungs. The clerks turned and stared at
him for moment and then continued
their work. The servant looked rather
abashed.
why, If he came here," the baron said
in an explanatory undertone to the servant,
''ths street would be blocked for hours.
and we would be cabled all over the world
as Boulanger's hackers. He can have the
money this time, if it is secure. just as on
the last occasion, but for heavens sake
don't let him come to the bank"
COUNT DILLON.
Then the servant hurried out, and a
half hour later a perfectly attired. calm,
and suave parsonage Of the essential Par
isian type came in., nodding to the differ
ent officers of the bank whom he knew,
and shook hands with the baron. 1t was
Count Dillon, who was known TO be very
close to Boulan9er, and who was a figure
in the commercial world because OF his
connection with the Commercial Cable
Company. The talk between the two men
was short, crisp, and businesslike. Then
the baron assumed his overcoat, aud be
and Count Dillon jumped into the latter S
| brougham and drove rapidly over to the
Magszin de Louvre. They avoided the
| tremendous crowd that was surginR about
the ground floor of the big dry goods
house, and hurrying into private en-
trance. were shown into the Office of the
man who ran the big place. He was thick
set, surly, and common looking. but he
arose to greet the two fnanciers with evil
dence of extreme courtesy. A coarse and
rough-lookinR woman, who was dressed to
q pitch approaching the erotesque in