The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-09-23

He took the money out and studied
it. No, he wouldn It tear it up;~rather
he would put it among his keepsakes.
shall leave Mr.. Robert, or M 'sieu
thames, to recover his tranquility, and
describe to you the character and quail
fable military attache Of the British
embassy, there was celebrated Ameri-
can countess, famous dramatist and
his musical wife, Warburton s late COM
handing colonel, Mrs. Chadwick, Count
Karlofff, one Of the notable grand opera
prima- donnas, who would not sing d4g;o in
a apddri his s' wife, GoionSel Annesley and his
daughter. You will note the ,cosmopili,,
tan character of these distinguished
persons Perhaps in no other city in
America could they be brought, to-
gether at an informal dinner such as
this one was. There was no question
of precedence or any such nonsense.
Everybody knew everybody else, with
likabie @ old fellow, full Of stories Of
the wild, free west, an excellent listener
besides, who always stopped a goodiy
distance on the right side Of what IS
known in polite circles as me pore s
dead-line. Warburton held for him a
deep affection, martinez though he was,
for he was sin ularly just and merccifu!l;;
They had either drunk the cocktail
or had set it aside untouched, and had
emptied the oyster shells, when the
ordeal of the SOUP began etX %
my M Butt: butler. The ifrst thing he ala was
to drop the silver ladle. Only the girl
saw this mishap. She laughed; and
Raleigh believed that he had told his
story in an exceptionally taking man
ner. Ny butler quietly procured an
other ladle, and proceeded coolly
enough: I must confess, however, t l1s;
cal effort. The soup quivered and
trembled outrageously, and more than
once he felt the heat of the liquid on
his thumb. This moment his face was
pale, that moment it was RED. But,
as I remarked, few observed him. Why
thing to say to everybody. else; and a
butler was only a machine anyway;
Yet, three persons occasionally looked
! in his direction: his late colonel, MIS-.
hadwick, and the girl; each from dlf,
ferent angle Of vision. There was a scowl
| on the colonel s face, puzzlement on
Mrs. Chadwick's and I don't know
What the airl's represented, not having
been there with my discerning eyes.
Once the American countess raised
her lorgnette and murmured: What
a handsome butler.
Karloff, who sat next to her, twisteo
his mustache and shrugged. lie had
seen handsome peasants before, They
did not interest him. He glanced across
the table at the girl, and was much an
noyed that she, too. was gazing at the
butler, who had successfully completed
the distribution of the soup and who
now stood with folded arms by the side
board (How I should have liked tc
coo him \
When the butler took away the soup
plates, Colonel Raleigh turned to his
host.
uGeorge. where the deuce did yor
: pick up that butler9'
Annesley looked vaguely across ths
table at his old comrade. He had beer
. far away in thought. He had eater
! nothing.
NWhatg' he asked.
! tsI asked you where the deuce y0y
got that butler Of yours.
ssOh, Betty found him somewhere
Our own butler is away on vacation
| I had not noticed him. Why?0
nWell, if he doesn It look like cus
lieutenant Of mine, was born withou
i recollection of faces
) IAN orderly Of yours, lieutenant
> did you saygo asked Betty, with smold
ering fires in her eyes.
eyes.
stThat is strange she unused.
Yes; very strange. He was dare
{ devil, if there ever was one. y,
. stAhi''