Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-03-30

bed at the door of his studio, which was
reverberating with raps. "Eet ez zee wash.
non? Ect ez zee tailor? Zee landlord
yes? Pouri quot? Eet ez a bad habit"
And the rapping continued.
Jules Garonnc. laziiy tolerant. went to
the door. Outside a cable messenger stood
with a cable.
Throwing a blanket around his shout
ders, Jules Garonne sat dow TRANQUILITY
to open the envelope.
"Eet ez la mere; yes. my return she
| wishes he mused.
But the instant his eyes lighted on the
words his expression changed. For five
minutes he sat thoughtful, and then he
went to the mirror over his dressing case.
LA Marquis de Noe" he SAID, bowling
gravely.
the little Frenchman knocked upon the
door of the china painters studio in the
same building half an hour later.
"Oh Jules what are you going to do,
dear" exclaimed Lucy Gray.
II haven't slept a wink since you were
mere last night; can't you get them to
take you back-or get another place Or
something's"
"Eet ez nussing.' q~uothsthe late foreign
editor, gayly.
But, dear, how can we marry? And
how could we live if we did / just know
If you can persuade that nasty old editor
he ought to keep you all summer"
wiz Eat office I will never be more,'
said Jules Garonne gayly. Then he sighed
pathctically. and you must lose. You
cannot marry poor Jules. Non nevar; most
certainrnent."
Then the dapper little mar turned smi.-
ing away and was gone before she could
collect her thoughts.
n, ~. - .-
elgn editor was collecting his belongings
from his desk in the Star office an hour
after. when in hurried the city editor with
a dispatch in his hand.
Jules, can you get up a story about
th.s?" he asked. He thrust the cablegram
into the reluctant hands of the dapper lit
tie man. The five feet Ave inches of
french aristocracy drew itself up rigidly.
'Oh. l know you are off the sheet, but
we nave got to have a story about the en-
gagement Of this Marquis de Noe to a
ballet girl at the Coincide Franchise. Who
the devil is he anyway? Some young fool
suppose. But 1t is a good story any
way"
The late foreign editor relaxed his dig
nifty and the quaint little smile came about
mis- lips again.
is II that you wish a story about the
engagement Of the Marquise de Noe?'' he
asked. Answering himself he c%oneluded:
Then it is that 1 will write the story of
the engagement OF the Marquis de Noe"
1t was a much bewildered and wholly
Disguised editor who finished reading the
story OF the engagement Of the MARQUIS
de Noe an hour later, after the late for
eign editor had dr!fted l%anguidly out of
the office.
That blamed Frenchman has gone COM
pletely OIL his nut" he shouted to the
managing editor.
This farewell stunt of his is about the
dirttest piece of work 1 nave ever heard Of.
sent In twice for his lead but he kept
refusing and now that we are ready to go
10 press he sends out two columns of a
roast on every one in the shop. Calls me
Q vermillton haired ass. and says you are
decorated with q face designed to scare
little children.
A this runs through a darn good story
OF how the Marquis de Noe worked as
foreign editor on this sheet and fell in love
Win q china painter on g street, and q
whole lot OF rot about the marquis having
heen IN America for six years. The venRe-
ful little beast He wrote this d-n fiction
% that l would not ave time to get up
q story Of the marquis, and we face a
beat.
"Call up the embassy. See IL they know
anything about the marquis. You NAV
get enought to scramble WITH adv.ses the
managing editor.
Yes. the Marquis de Noe was here i've
minutes ago." responded the secretary Of
the embassy, and the city editor scent.
ing collusion dropped the telephone in q
rage just ~ the office boy handed him =
cable from Paris which read:
The Marquis de Noe. whose ENGAGE
ment was announced TO Mile. Saraphine OF
the Coincide Franchise was killed today 81
Cairo 70 9 duel. His death was kept quiet
for several hours"
Whereupon the city editor turned purnle
IN the race. a scene followed that no artist
could paint. A score OF reporters were
dispatched In cabs to residences OF the
members Of the embassy.
Lucy Gray. eighteen. china painter. with
tears streaming from her blue eyes.
on 2 saucer for a wedding gift Of china.
Jules often been blue. she told her
self. But there was too much 6~fnnancv
ABOUT MS morning declaration, that they
could not marry. He did not seem 10 care
any more. ana Lucy cried some more"
ene was enjoying herself miserabIy when
g laundering rap sounded on M studio
door. .sAS'o
The. duchess OF Rouville?', she spelled
Y after staring ct the card the Inverted
Io0eman he'd handed her."Well What
can I do for her?''
She wtshes me to leave her card and
soegs you 20 accept her congratulations."
replied the footman.
On-thanks very much" The footman
sooMed ~ Departed. leaving Lucy daxed.
g counters OF Savoy she read "a :
eards that arrived four minutes later with
ptecleety ~ same message.
81 I'll am dreaminG!s i had
cee0 sfartng 1t 4 table 0lied With ma
Isseros q some Of the most d~istinsuiahed
women q the diplomatic circle Of wash.