The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1904-05-25
CHAPTER XXXIV.
rKA HAT elusive, nocturnal COM
pany. The Mistick Krcwe Of
A Comus," had appeared-"Co-

AblAuHs llhNA AlI'tANN ~
mus. deep skilled i'm all his
mothers witcherles' the jewellers
in Phantasmagoria were joyfully nu-
merous. More plentiful than at mod
ern spectacular performance reveled
gods. demons and fairies, while the
children resembled flight of masquer-
aiding butterflies. The ball at the thea
ter. the Roman Veglioni. succeeded
elaborate tableauX, the "Tartarus' of
the ancients and Paradise Lost of
Milton. i'm which the "Krewe' imper-
sonated Pluto and Proserpine, the
fates, harpieS and other characters of
the representation. In gallery, dress
circle and parquet the theater was
crowded, the spectacle, one Of dazzling
toilets, many of them from the ateliers
of the Partisan modistes, a wonderful
evolution of Proserpine's toga and the
mortal robes of the immortal Fates.
Picture followed plcture-the eXpul-
sion from paradise, the conference of
the GorgOns and the court of pande-
monium. where gluttony, drunkenness
ayarice and vanity were skillfully set
forth in uncompromising colors.
Awaiting themselves of the open
house Of the unknown 'Krewe," a COM
posite host that vanished on the stroke
of II, many of Old Rough and
Readys retinue mingled with the gath
ering, their uniforms. well worn. even
shabby, unlike the spick and span regi-
meutals from the costumier. With
brouzed faces and the indubitable air
of campaigns endured they were the
objects Of lively interest to the fair
maskers. nor were themselves indil1er-
ent to the complaisance Of their enter
tanners. Hands. burned by the sun,
looked blaclicr that night against the
white gowns of waists they clasped;
bearded faces more grim visaged i'm
contrast with delicate compilations; EN-
broidery and hrocade whirled around
with faded uniforms, and dancing al
grettes waved above frayed cpaulets
and shoulder straps.
"I4Oog at i'm" murmurCd file la
cassette, regarding one of these Off
GERS who, however. held aloof from the
festivities; a well built young man, but
thin and worn, as though he. like hi
uniform. had seen service. If he
would only carry my trunk" she laugh
ed, relapsing into French and abiding
TO the small chest she bore under her
arm.
"Or my little white lamb gayly
added her companion, a shepherdess
And they tripped by with sdelons
looks and obvious challenge which the
quarry of these Sprightly huntresses o
men either chose to disregard or was
unconscious of. as he deliberately sur
veyed his surroundings with more curl
osity than pleasure and absently listen
ed to a mountebank from The Bellies
Stratagem."
who'll buy my nostrumsY cried the
bufoon
what are they?" asked Folly. can
tcring near Oh a hobbyhorse.
different kinds for different people.
Here's powder for ladies-to dispel
the rage for intrigue. Here's a pin for
politicians-t0 settle bad conSciences.
Here's an eye water for Jealous hus-
bands; it thickcns the visual mem
branc. Here's something for the cler-
~: it eliminates windy discourses.
Here's an infusion for creditors; it
creates resignation and teaches pa
ticnce"
And what have you for lovers"
Nothing answered the clown
Love, like fever and ague. must run
its course. Nostrums. Who'll buy my
nostrumsW
"Oh, I'm so glad | came"' enthusias-
tically exclaimed tall. supple girl,
laden with a mass of flowers.
isn't it too bad, though, you can't
polka with some of the military gen
tlemen2' returned her companion. who
wore a toga and carried a lantern.
mile. Castiglione wouldn't let you
come until l promised not to allow you
ont Of my sight"
1T was lovely Of you to take me-
she said, land don't mind about the
military gentlemen"
MY dear, if all women were like
you we poor civilians would not be
relegated TO the background! | wish,
though, ! had worn some other cos
tune. This-ahem. dress-has a tend
ency 10 get between my legs and dis
concert my philosophical dignity. !
can understand why Diogenes didn't
care about walking abroad. My only
wonder is that everybody didn't stay
i'm his tub in those days. Don't talk to
me about the noble Roman" Why, he
wore sllirts!'
"And NJ. Intaglio lectured to US for
an hour today about the wonderful
drapery of the ancients? laughed the
girl The poetry of dress, he called
itw
"Then prefer prose. Hello!'-paus-
ing and raising his lantern as they
drew near the officer who had fallen
under the observation of the file Il la
cassette Colonel Saint-Prosper, or
set me down for an ass-or Plato,
which is the same thing!
"Strawsp' said the soldier as the bard
frankly lifted his mask and tilted il
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