Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-19

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 but one must venture in this country, and your son Is not without much
 hope. And if not, there is still Mile. Higbee."
 The baron shuddered e he wrote it. He preferred not to recognize even the existence of this alternative, for the reason that the father of Mile. Higbee distressed him by an incom- pleteness of suavity.
 | "He conducts himself like pork. 2 the baron would declare to himself, by way of perfecting his English. The secret cause of his subsequent determination not to propose for the hand of Miss Zines lay in the hope
 lessly middle-class leanings of the lady who might have incurred the su- ,preme honor of becoming his mother
 in-law. Had Mrs. Zines been above talking to low people, catastrophe
 might have been averted. But Mrs. 'Bines was not above 1t. She was quite unable to repress g vulgar in terest in the menials that served her. She knew the buffers life history two days after she had ceased to be
 afraid of him. She knew the distress ing family affairs of the maids; how ,many were the ignoble progeny of tAs
 elevator man, and what his plebeian wife did for their croup; how much rent the hall-boy's low-born father ypaid for his mean two-story dwelling in Jersey City; and how many hours ia day or night the debaseG scrub.
 women devoted to their uprefnind
 toll
 with Philippe, the active and volulbie AlsaAian who served her when bhe chose to dine in the public resdau. rant instead of at her own private ,ta. ble. Philippe acquainted her with the joys and griefs of his difficult pro fession. There were 14,0oo walters in New York, if. by walters. you meant anyone. Of course there were not 70 many like Philippe, men of the world who had served their time as assistants and their three years as .sub-waiters; men who spoke English, French and German. who knew some. thing of cooking, how to dress . salad, and how to carve. Only such, 1t ap. peared, could be members of the ex. elusive Geneva club that procured . , place for you when you were idle, and paid you eight dollars week when you were sick.
 Having the qualifications, one could earn 32S month in salary, and three or four times as much in gratui. ties. Philippe's income was never less than $12o a month; for was he mot one who had como from Europe as master. after two seasons at Paris, where . man acquires his pol. ish-his perfection of manner, his finish. his grace? Philippe could never enough prize that postgraduate course at the Maison dor, where he had personally known - madame might not believe 1.-the incompar- able Casmir, . chef who served two generations of epicures, princes, kings. statesmen, travelling Americans
 all the truly great.
 With his own lips Casmir had told him, Philippe, of the occasion when Dumas, pere. had invited him to din- ner that they might discuss the esoterics of salad dressing and sauces; also of the time when Mar quis de St. Georges embraced Casmir for inventing the precious soup that afterwards became famous as Postage Germine. And now the skilled and
 puissant Casmir had retired. It was a calamity. The Maison d'Or-Paris would no longer be what they had been.
 For that matter, since one must live, Philippe preferred it to be in America, for in no other country could an adept acquire so much money. And Philippe knew the whole dining world. With Celine and the baby, Paul, Philippe dwelt in an apartment that would really amaze madame by its appointments of luxury, In East Thirty-eighth street, and only the four flights to climb. And Paul was three, the largest for his age. quite the largest, that either Philippe or Celine had ever beheld. Even the brother of Celine and his wife. who had a restaurant of their own-serv- ing the table d'hote at two and one- half rrancs the plate, with wine-even these swore they had never seen an infant so big. for his years, as Paul.
 And so Mrs. Zines grew actually to feel an interest in the creature and his wretched affairs, and even fell into the deplorable habit of saying: "I must come U see you and your wife and Paul some pleasant day, 1 Philippe" and Philippe. being a man of the world, thought none the less of her for believing that she did not mean 1t.
 Yet it befell on an afternoon that Mrs. Zines found herself In . popu- lous side-street, driving home from a visit to the rheumatic scrub-woman who had now to be supported by the papers her miserable offspring sold. Mrs. Bines had never seen 90 many children as flooded this street, She wondered if an orphan asylum were in the neighborhood. And though the day was pleasantly yarm. she de
 eided that there were about her at least . thousand cases of incipient pneumonia. for not one child in i've had on hat. They ragged and dashed and rfnnied from cnrh fof curb so that