The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-26
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you" waving in the direction of his unfin-
ished repast. "All that magnificence OF your
grand hotel. there is not the why Of IL. the
flying, with its infernii rackit' as you say.
And OF more-what droll of idea, enough
curious, by examplei to dwell with the good
Philippe and his femme amiable; Their no.
tel is Of the most Titles, but / rest here
very volunteerly since longtime. Is IL that
one can to comprehend liking the vast hotel
Americana"
have so much of the chambers" ventured
Celine.
Monsieur lie Baron wishes to retire to his
apartment" said Philippe, raising the IRON
ing board. will madame be so good ~ enter
our petit salon at the front, nest-ce-pasY'
The baron stepped forth from his corner
and bowed himself graciously out.
Madame, my compliments-and to the
adorable Mademoiselle Binesi Au revoir,
madame-to the soontime-avant peu-be-
fore little!
On the farther side of his closed door the
Baron Ronault de Palliac swore-once But
the oath was one of the most awful that a
Frenchman may utter in his native tongue:
Sacred name of a namei'
But the baron wasn't done eating" pro-
tested Mrs. Bines.
"Ah.. yes, madame, replied Philippe.
Monsieur lie Baron has consumed enough
for now. Paul mon enfant, ne touche pas la
robe de madamei He is large, is he not,
madame, as 1 have told you? A monster.
yes?"
Mrs. Bines, STOPPING. took the limp and
wide-eyed Paul up in her arms. whereupon
he began to talk so fast to her in French
that she set him quickly down again. with
the slightly helpless air OF one who has
picked up an innocent-looking clock only to
have the changing alarm go suddenly on.
Madame will honor our little salon."
urged Philippe, opening the door and bow
ing low.
"Quel dommage!" sighed Celine. moving
after them; ia seule chemise blanche de
acheter une autrer'
At dinner that evening Mrs. BInes related
her adventure, to the unfeigned delight OF
her graceless son, and to the somewhat
troubled amazement of her daughter.
And do you know" she ventured, may
be he isn't regular baron. after air.
"Oh, 1 guess he's regular one all right
said Percival ''only perhaps he hasn't
worked at ii much lately"
but his sitting there eating In that-that
shirt" said his sister.
are prey to climatic rigors; they are Obliged,
like the wretched low-born. such as our
Again / understand from Mrs Cadwallader
here that the article in question was salts
factory and fit-red. believe you say. Mrs.
Terwilliger?"
"Awful redr' replied his mother--"and
they call their parlor a saloon.
And OF necessity. even the noble have
their moments of deshabille."
sThey needn't eat their lunch that way"
declared his sister
asked Mrs. Bines, Struck Dy the WORD.
Partly" answered her
And the way that child OF Philippe's jab-
bered French, It's wonderful how they can
..They begin early, you know" Percival
explained. And TO our friend the baron,
I'm ready 20 make book that sis doesn't see
him again. except at a distance"
Some time afterwards he computed the
round sum he might have won IL any such
bets had been made; for his sisters list OF
sutors. to adopt his own lucent phrase was
thereafter shy baron"
ITO be Continued Tomorrow