The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-02-13

| at the Supper Hour, surrounded by
the best known people mentioned in
the Court Circulars.
1t was indeed privilege for Elan
and Claudine to be among the British
Cousins, even if the British Cousins
did not seem to place Elan and
| Claudine.
Looking in any direction they could
see naught but frosty and forbidding
Shoulder Blades.
After partaking Of their Sole and
Grouse and winning pleasant Good
! Night" from the Chevalier In the
Check Room, they would escape 10
their Apartments and talk to the Dog.
In Paris they did better.
They learned that by going out on
the Boulevard and whistling, they
| could summon a whole Regiment of
high born and patrician Down-and-
| Cutters.
Most of the Titles were slightly
worm-eaten and spotted with Fungi,
but nevertheless Genuine.
1t was Nuts for Claudine to as
semble all the Noblemen TO be picked
up around the Lobby and gave them
a free run and jump at the Carte
du Jour.
Her Dinners soon became the talk
of the Chambermaids employed in the
Hotel
| Anyone willing to cut loose on
Caviar and stuff raised under Glass
will never dine alone in gay Paree.
Whenever Elan made a noise like
1000 Frongs, he found a lot Of we'll
bred Connoisseurs at his Elbow, all
ready to have something unusual
brought up from the Cellar.
The securing of an invitation to one
of Claudine's formal Dinners was al
most as difficult as getting into Luna
Park.
However, the list of guests sounded
Real when sent back to America and
printed for the entertainment OF per-
sons living in clearinghouse.
Claudine became slightly pulled.
When she found herself between a
couple of perfumed Lads wearing
Medals, she would give Friend Hus-
band the Office to move to one side
and curl up in the Grass and not ruin
the Ensemble by boring in.
Elan was usually at the foot OF the
Table behind a mass of Orchids. Once
in a while he would try to crowd into
the conversation just to let them know
that old Ready Money was still pres
ent, but every time he came up, Dearie
would do her blamedest to Bean him
and put him out of the Game.
Claudine could make a stab at the
new Picture in the Salon and even run
nimbly around the edge of the Futur-
list vogue
Elan was ready to discuss Steam
ship Lines or Railway Accommoda-
tions, but when he was put against
the Tall-Brows he began to burn
low and smell of the Wick.
Often, when surfeited with Truffles,
he would wonder what had become OF
the Green Corn, the X. and K, the
regular Chicken with Giblets, the
Huckleberry Pie, the smoking Oyster
Stew, and the Smearcase with Chives,
such as Gusta used to send in. These
reminders of lowly Past were very
distasteful.
Once he talked in his Sleep about
Goldfish Balls, and next morning she
lit on him something scandalous.
After the Partisan triumphs it
seemed a safe bet to return home and
make a new effort to mingle with
the Face-Cards.
This time they took a Home in New
York and went after Grand Opera as
If they knew what it was about.
The Son of an Earl consented to
Buttle for them. He refused them
Butter with their Meals and kept them
trembling most of the time, but they
determined to do things Right, even
IL both died of Nervous Frostration.
When they began making real Head.
way and were recognized IN the Park
by some of the Headliners, Claudine
would chide Elan for his early Doubts
and Fears.
This has got the Middle West
skinned forty ways from the Jack" she
would exclaim gayly, as they motored
up the Avenue. me fer the White
Lights! It's a good thing you had a
Pacemaker or you would now be wear
ing Detachable Cuffs and putting
Sugar on your Lettuce"
Two years had elapsed since the es
cape from being Buried Alive. They
were, to all outward appearances. City
broke.