Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1894-09-12
BARON eoussELARD, OF PARIS.
A Man Who Tries to Help Humanity In
cidentally Enjoys Himself.

Man Who Tries to Help Humanity In
cidentally Enjoys Himself.
There are numberless Barons Gousselard
in New York. Aurelian Scholl thus de-
scribes him in Paris:
Baron Gousselard sat at table In cor
ner of the Maison Doree. The corner shield
ed him from the draft of air when the door
opened, and he escaped the elbowing Of the
walters hurrying to and fro The baron
was forty five years old; he had begun to
grow fat. His favorite curls, dyed by a
clever barber, lent an air of self satisfac-
tion to his round and vulgar face. He had
finished a portion Of fine shrimps and had
ordered another.
A Friend lat the same tablet see, my
dear Gousselard, that you are fond o,
shrimps'
The Baron-My guide in all the actions
of life is the desire to aid the unfortunate.
have 100000 francs income, and conse.
crate it to the poor of this world. -Four
francs dozen for shrimps is not cheap,
but think of those unhappy fisher wom-
en-, up to their hips in the water, winter as
well as summer. Nearly all of them have
families to support. What would become
Of them if their labor was not generously
repaidP
His Friend-You are right, baron; you
sacrifice yourself.
The Head Waiter-What wine will M.
lie baron takep
The -Chablis-Moutonne with the
fish; afterward, Chateau Margaux.
The Head Waiter-Of 1852
The Baron-Exactly.
His Friend-Twenty francs bottlel
The Baron-Yes. The poor vine grower,
have been almost ruined by the phyllox
era, | wish to help them. Everybody
drinks vim ordinaire, so they easily get rio
Of that, but it is the great vintages that
remain in their cellars. So l sacrifice my
self to the interests of the people of Medoc
His Friend-'Tis noble curse.
The Waiter-And, sir, after the turbot?
The Baron-A truffled partridge-a par
fridge that was not shot. Lead spoils
game; the part wounded always has Ger
tain odor. And besides the poor poacherl
must live. They can't afford to take ou
permits to hunt. They exist in huts ant
pass their nights in search of game, and il
Is only. just that they should be recon-
pensed for such toll.
His Friend-What heart you have
baron!
A Messenger-Here sir, is the ticket fo
the box at the theater.
The Baron's Friend-Are you going t,
the theater?
The Baron-The directors have been ou
of luck for some time. Two or three ar
absolutely discouraged, and if one SHOULD
go into bankruptcy others might follow
That is the reason l contribute my mite.
His Friend-Will you be alone In you
boxs
The Baron-No; Fanny will join L.
there. She does not play tonight.
His Friend-I read in the newspaper
that she has an engagement in St. Peters
burg.
The Baron-Yes, at the Theatre Michel
1 rugged her out; 1 launched her. In thre
years she will have a fortune.
His Friend-They say that you are no
sorry to see her go.
The Baron-By Jovel it's lasted Ion,
time, but will not abandon the family
Fanny has a sister who will soon be six
teen years old. That dear woman, thei
mother shall not lose anything.
His Friend-You are certainly one of tn
benefactors of mankindi
The Baron-You see how it is-my fol-
tune is at everybody's diposal.