Mexico Missouri message. (Mexico, Audrain County, Mo.) 1899-1918, 1906-09-06

unconscious. apparently, that thers
could be cause for Embarrassment.
"Ahi madame" he said, handsome
~, ''you see me, unfast with the
fork. You see me here, have envy
of the simple life. l am content Of
to do it-comme ca-as that see
you," waving in the direction Of his
unfinished repast. "All that mag
nificehce of your grand hotel, there is
not the why of It, the most big OF
the world, and suchly Supplying,
with its Internal rackit' as you say.
And OF more-whst droll of idea,
enough curious, by examplel to dwell
with the good Philippe and his femme
smiable. Their hotel is Of the most
Titles, but rest here very volunteer
ly since longtime. Is 1t that one can
to comprehend liking the vast hotel
Americana"
Monsieur lie Baron lodges with us;
we have so much of the chambers"
ventured Celine.
Monsieur le Baron wishes to re-
tire to his apartment" said Philippe,
raising the ironing-board. "Will
madame be so good as to enter our
petit salon at the front, n'est-ce-pas?"
The baron stepped forth from his
corner and bowed himself graciously
out.
Madame, my Oompliments-and to
the adorable Mile. Bines! Au revoir,
b 4kA M
before little!"
On the farther side of his closed
door 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 Name!"
But The baron wasn't done eating"
protested Mrs. Bines.
"Ah, yes, madame!" replied
Philippe. Monsieur lie Baron has
consumed enough for now. Paul, mon
enfant, ne touche pas la robe de
madamel He is large, IL he not,
madame, as l have told you? A
monster, yes?"
Mrs. Bines, STOPPING, took the limp
and wide-eyed Paul in her arms.
Whereupon he began to talk so Fast
to her in French that she set him quick
ly down again, with the slightly help
less air of one who had picked up an
innocent-looking clock only. to have
the changing alarm go suddenly of.
Madame will honor our little sa-
lon," urged Philippe, opening the door
and bowling low.
"Quel dommage!" sighed Ceiine,
moving after them; "la seuel chemise
blanche de Monsieur lie Baron. Oh
bienI IL faut lui en- acheter une
autre!"
At dinner that evening Mrs. Bines
related her adventure, to the I'M
feigned delight of her graceless son,
and to the somewhat troubled amaze
ment of her daughter.
"And, do you know" she ventured,
maybe he isn't a regular baron, after
ALL"
ooh, 1 guess he's a regular one all
right" said Percival; only perhaps
he hasn't worked at it much lately"
"But his sitting there eating in that
that shirt" said his sister.
my dear young woman, even the
nobility are prey to climatic rigors;
they are obliged, like the wretched
low-born such as ourselves, to wear
pardon me-undergarments Again,
understand from Mrs. Cadwallader here
that the article in question was salts
factory and fit-red, believe you say,
Mrs. Terwilliger?"
awful red!" replied his mother
land they call their parlor a saloon"
"And of necessity, even the noble
have their moments Of deshabille."
'They needn't eat their lunch that
way" declared his sister,
"Is deshabille French for under
clothes?" asked Mrs. Bines, struck by
the word.
Partly" answered her son.
"And the way that child Of Philippe's
jabbered French! It's wonderful how
they can learn so young"
"They begin early, you know" Per
cival explained. And as to our friend
the baron, I'm ready to make book that
sis doesn't see him again, except at a
distance"
Some time afterward he computed
the round sum he might have won Il
any such bets had been made; for his
sisters list of suitOrs, to adopt his own
lucent phrase, Yves thereafter shy =
baron"
CHAPTER XIV.
THE SUMMER CAMPAIGN Is
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