The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-02-27
CONGEALING THE ICE TRUST

It was the junior partner who had named the French correspondent of the firm Mrybeau The junior part ner was tacetious at times; and because Monsieur was small and hin and neat, and made to be trodden upon and always fulfilling that whereupon he was made. 1t came about naturally that the junior partner should call him Mirybeau, this being his Angcized version ot too-welknown name. Monsieur accepted it with out comment and continued to write his exqustcly turned letters for the good of the firm.
 True, once upon time there had been an incident The junior partner still thought it over frowningly and with that lack of comprehension which Heaven has thoughfuy bestowed upon many facetious men It was the time for closing work one evening and Monsieur was putting his immaculate cuffs in preparation for and disordered looked at him with dissatisfied eye
 "How earth do you ever manage to keep so ever lasting neat Mirybeau" he asked. with easpsration I'm best if 1 know how you manage it. Such lady like neatness is reproach to this pacep
 T ave spend gret many generation, learnin ow o be reproach place like dis. said Monsieur bland ly; and the junior partner, who had several toll some generations climbing to place like that. was naturally bewidered.
 When noontinle can1e the red-headed cashier and Monsieur took their club lunch together. They took it at place Royal Street, where may dine stool at the counter there wonders which may be accomplished with fifteen cents. The two had accom- made quite little holiday of it. The Cashier grew con
 detial early in the day, and confessed that 1t his six daughters s F at & home m who kept h hnstlns from friends, Monsieur and the cashier, though Monsieur gave back condolences in return.
 to the six daughters, on on one occasion Iong as I've been knowing him don't know where he lives. or if though and gentleman from Ii the hat do down T wouldn't mind having his manners, but that kind aren't picked up in day and you don't learn 'e at eorrespondence school Still, they'd be thrown away in that place. and
 Perhaps it part of the Scheme of Things. how. leisure and maybe mot esneman at M all who was posi- tive about father being in his line of ancestors but was should have lived closer than anyone else to Monsieur and have been admitted into the pale of his friendship And the that mattered great deal and in upon him with shock of those mornings, after he had made the kindly cynical little speech to his six daughters. aaas
 The big wholesale house on Tchoupitouas Street thrown into confusion that morning Monsieur was late. Mrybeau who had never been late before, had not at all that morning, and 1t past nine. They oked with another about it. comparing watches and lying in wait for Mirybeau in order to have fun with him when he should arrive The junior partner was positive that Mrybeau had taken cup of for break fas and hopelessly intoxicated in consequence So the jest went back and forth, and than one watching the door.
 It was the cashier they came for after ali-he was always glad of that He found what was left of Mon sieur stretched billiard table in saloon. whitfer he had been hastily carried from the street; but the students with the ambulance acknowledged that 1t was not worth while to torture him He refused any thing alleviate his pan and asked them all to go away when he turned his dying eyes upon the cashier.
 "Tut, tut Dere is time for dat" he said kindly. And what would you? De old woman was beneat de when ave quickly push er aside. It is noting Seei go my way in little while It is you who will t1ek my mother to console herself. wish that her but you, my good fren' Dose udder-dey are canalIe-an she ave great uning for the canaille
 The cashier holding the one unrnanaled hand and he much shaken.
 "Bu dere is no time for dat" Monsieur cried again "See-dere is ting you will do for me. is it nota Dere little card my pocketHere it will not hurt my arm when you it Go to dat 'ouse, and tell her, of your sogreat kindness dat her is dead and say to her dat you, also, member of dat so-ex- elusive club which is not able to console itself for the deat of her son. You perceive7 ave always say to her dat it is club to which go daily. an she 'ave been mos 'appy. What did it mek to me?an she is sn aristocrat my good frenda grande dame to the end of her fingers. You will goof your so-great kindness an you will say ths-to her-concerning the club? It is well She is aristocrat, Monsieur--and it made noting me-and you will surely say ths-concernins the club"
 The cashier said it. white-faced and trembling and the tall old woman sat very still
 "He is dead! They bring him? she said at last. with marble composure that finished rendng the heart of the messenger. Tt is well Here is room And she waved her hand around the meager little parlor. And you will perhaps, say to the club that you-that you bring the thanks of his mother
 Then her voice broke, and she looked at the who had been his friend.
 Alas, Monsieur, it is my only comfort, that club she cried Tt there, at the east that he has lived like arisocrathe was the last in descent from that Marquis de St Cyr who walked smiling of La Force and kissed his hand to the bikes that awaiting him She had dropped into French, but she went back to the difficult language seldom used T ave love that club, Monsieur. l ave cherish it in poverty And now he will need 1t no more"
 The cashiers eyes were wet.
 If might be allowed to help, in any way" faltered the father of the six daughters but the grande dame lifted her white face
 "Me, ave need" she said. T ave long tek sorne fine washing from Bourbon Street. biccause the two ends must come togedder soehowbut what does thas nek ?-and he did not know. Me, am oaly poor old blanchissease-but he-he the Marquis de St Cyrr
 And Madame arose, tall and still. meet the young the door.
 fCopyrght 1909, by Ben B. Hamptonl