The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1894-11-05


often since / originally discovered it.
I don't know that you would like 1T,
but it suits me down to the ground,
and am always dissatisfied when in my
moments of unfaithfulness l go some
where else. The windows of the rooms
open upon a quiet stone-paved court
yard that communicates with the mar
row street by an arched passage, large
enough to allow the cab to enter, and
deposit you in the court. The rooms
are much larger than you would get at
a modern hotel unless you paid very
big price. The floors are of wood,
highly polished and somewha slip
perry There is an oblong rug in front
of the bed, and If you happen to step
on it suddenly you seem to surprise it,
so that it slides from under you Then
you come down on the hard floor and
blame me for recommending you to
such a place. But l have long since
ceased to recommend this hotel to any
body; nobody ever liked it as do, SO
I keep it now for my owa use.
When first went to this hotel Paris
was new to me, and the tavern seemed
to belong to the middle ages. There
was then very pretty little girl there,
fresh from a convent, the eldest
daughter of the proprietor. Again
when went there was surprised to
see how she had blossomed out into
most beautiful young woman. Next
time the cab set me down in that
courtyard | asked for madame, be-
cause you always make your bargain
for rooms with madame. The pro-
prietor did not seem to have much to
say about the management of his
hotel. He sat most of the time in an
inner room back of the Office in an at
titude rather subdued He had an
apologize manner, and If you met him
by any chance in the halls and spoke
to him he seemed uneasy until he es-
capped to his den again. He had the
air of man often sat upon.
This time when asked for madame
The girl came, as pretty as ever, but
with certain demure responsibility
added, that became her exceedingly.
slow are you, mademoiselle?" l
said, 81 wanted to see madame"
~ am madame" she answered, with
q blush, looking at the stone floor.
This was in a vague way shock to
me; it didn't seem right.
The old lady now sat in the inner
den knitting, and the newly married
daughter ran the ancient hotel. The
old man had no more to say than he
ever had. The new husband l never
saw, and have no idea what subordi-
nate position he fills in the hosiery.
The last visit paid to this hotel,
found that both the proprietor and his
wife had died. The girl had grown
very stout, and her beauty was Of the
past. She has a keen eye for accounts,
and she ran in several items had not
had. 1 did not dispute. the bill, but l
thought with sigh of how sweet and
unworldly she looked when she was
fresh from the convent. 1t must not
be imagined that / was annoyed at
these bogus additions. Far from it
Her mother had always put them there,
and it would not have seemed natural
had they been absent; anyhow. the
bill for a week there, additions and
all, was less than it would have been
for day at hotel near the opera,
but as thought of the convent girl
the combination somehow seemed in
cungruous. My hostess. seeing me
stare IN an absent-minded manner at
the account, moistened the tip of her
pencil in her mouth preparatory to de-
Quoting fifty or seventy-five per cent
of the unjust charges il hard driven.
when there ran out of the inner room
a little girl theexact duplicate of what
my hostess was when 1 first came to
that hotel 1t seemed an apparition;