The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1904-02-03
Copyright 1902 by THE BowEN.NERRILL COMPANY


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"The worst meal I've ever hedl And
rye been in Europe, Asia and Africa !
Abominabje, abominable-idiot Of
waiter miserable place, miserable
and this dyspepsia'-
Thus running on, with snatches OF
caustic criticism. the Old gentleman
shambled out, the waiter holding the
door open for HIM and bowling obse-
quiOusIy.
AN smisble individualr' observed
Barnes to the waiter rs he Stopptns
at the botelr'
No, monsieur lie has an elegant
house near by. The last time he was
here he complimented the cock and
praised the sauces He is a little
what you call t,-whimsicalr'
"Yes; slightly inclined that way. But
is he here aloner'
He is, monsieur. He loses great
sums in the gambling rooms. He
keeps box at the thoater for the sea
son. He is the msrquis-a prince-a
great lord
Even if he calls you liar and
'blockheAdT"
"Oh, monsieur" displaying a silver
dollar with an expressive shrug of the
shoulders, this A the-what you call
it?-bslm."
Still grumblng 10 himself, the mar
quis reached the main corridor where
the scene WAS almost as animated a.
in the bar and where the principal
topic of conversation seemed to be
horses and races that had been run or
were about TO be run.
sitting Inoodily in a corner with legs
crossed and hat upon his knee, was a
young man whose careless glance wan
dered from time to time from his cigar
to the passing figures. AS the marquis
slowly hobbled along, with an effort to
appear alert, the young man arose
quickly and came forward with a con-
ventionsl smile, intercepting the old
nobleman near the door.
my dear NJ. lie Marquis" he exclaim-
ed effusively, 1T is with pleasure l see
you recovered from your recent indis-
position"
Recovered almost shrieked the
marquis. I'm far from recovered.
I'm worse than ever. detest con-
gratulations, monsieur! It's what ~
ing world always docs when you are
on the verge Of dissolution"
you are as discerning as ever" muir
INJURED the land baron, for it was Ed
ward Mauville.
I'm not fit to he around. | only
came out'-with a sardonic chuckle-
because the doctors said it would be
fatal"
surely you do not desire"-
ITO show them they are impostors?
Yes"
And does New Orleans continue to
please you?" asked -he other, with
some Of that pride southerners enter
tanned in those days for their queen
city.
How does the exile like the forced
land Of his adoption?" returned the no.
bleman irritably. MY king is in exile.
Why should l not be alsol Should l
stay there, herd with the cattle, call
every skipjack citizen and every clod
brother treat every scrub as though
she were a duchessF
There is, indeed, a regrettable tend
ency to defy common clay nowadays"
assented the PATRON sOothingly.
"Why. your citizen regards it as
condescension to notice man Of con
dition" said the marquis violently.
when my king was driven away by
the rabble the ocean was not too broad
to separate me from a swinish civili-
cation. l will never go back. will
live there no more!"
"That is good news for u.s." returned
the land baron.
"Your politeness almost reconciles me
to staying" said the old man more af-
fably. But ! am on my way to the
club. What do you say to RUBBER"
The PATRON assentcd.