Puck — November 28, 1877 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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12 ig masked, When they separated, M. de Gaille- fontaine, resis to the side of Beatrice Raffi- olli, now at in the medizeval robes lately worn by René, whispered: “Tt is one less a quarter.” “Ido not forget,” half whispered Raffolli, in Gascon French. Her eyes flashed a glance from the mask that thrilled De Gaillefontaine. “She has the devil in her, after all,” he said. A servant touched his arm, and said: “The two are outside—Mr. Fox and his friend—and wish to see you.” ‘Where? Show me—quick!" ‘Time pressed, and De Gaillefontaine followed the servant Lue from the theatre to the ter- race, where stood a pantaloon holding the arm of an Irishman, who held a very respectable blackthorn under his arm. “ My good Fox, welcome!” said M. de Gail- lefontaine, addressing the pantaloon when he had dismissed the servant. ‘And this is your friend, towhom I am indebted of a bag? You have the papers amongst you?” “ That's all right, gov’nor,” said the Irish- man, with an assuring nod. 3 “ My friend is quite correct,” said pantaloon ‘ox. “Ifyou meet me here in an hour, and will part with that paper for a reasonable sum, I shall buy it; Pinot” A significant shrug. “In my absence you can visit the buffets, if you would have refreshment.” “We will be here punctually.” “In an hour, you said, cocky?” asked the Irishman. M. de Gaillefontaine bowed, and returned to the theatre shivering with excitement. Near the entrance stood the young Spaniard who had excited his curiosity. He had shrewd suspicions, in consequence of his inability to discover Beatrice Raffiolli amongst the mask- ers, that she was concealed in that Spanish dress, and drew near without attracting atten- tion.’ The hidalgo was leaning against a pillar, looking at the masked lady in the medieval robes, one hand upon his hip. De Gaillefon- taine whispered: “ Beatrice Raffiolli should conceal her lover's ting if she wishes to avoid recognition.” “Perhaps that is why she gave it to me,” answered René, speaking low, and with the pe- culiar accent of Rafflolli in speaking English. M, de Gaillefontaine laughed. “T recognize the voice, though you lower the key, and I notice that the hair upon your chin has not grown there. Ah, Beatrice, you cannot deceive one who loves you.” He pinched her hand and left her. René wiped her hand with a handkerchief, and went into the open air. Hugh had passed her twice as if anxious to speak, without having a pre- text. She was prepared to act up to her part, and had a cigarette in her lips as she saw Hugh coming from the theatre-door. She put her cigarette-case in her pocket, and began feeling in the others and stopping there. (To be continued.) Lire is noble as it has a noble aim, and an aimless life is as useless as the kink in a pig's tail.—AMoral Philosophy of the Rome Sentinel. Ir you have some beautiful autumn leaves and wish to preserve them, pnt a little white wax on the surface and pass a warm iron over them. It will leave them the color of an old felt hat in its nineteenth year. We can vouch for this. We read the newspaper-recipe in a lying beast of a newspaper, and sat up one night till after midnight, ruining a bushel and a-half of the loveliest leaves you ever saw.— Hawkeye. Ir can’t be said of the old Commodore that Vander-built better than he knew.— Worcester Press. Littte Sofftgoods—“ Beg pardon, Miss; but you're down in my invoice for the next dance.” —Unidentified Exchange. ‘Tne prodigal sons are returning from the towpath, and the death-song of the fatted hog rides the gale.—Xome Sentinel. Oakey Hatt will lecture on the subject of “Wart Shall the Verdict Be ?”’—or something of that sort.— Worcester Press. Ir some philanthropist would only get up a first-class horse-race, probably it would induce Congress to adjourn.— Boston Globe. ‘Tue medical almanac is losing ground among popular literature, because it contains so few local personals.—Rome Sentinel. Ir is about decided that Colonel Ingersoll’s father used to give him his religious views in the Greco-Roman style.—. Y. Herald. Honor tells you not to hit a man when he’s down, and discretion warns you against hitting him when he isn’t down.— Sf, Louis Journal. ‘Tuesgreat advantage about a lean wife is that you don’t have to call in a carpenter every time she falls down stairs.—Zaston Free Press. In Spain, at a dinner-party, the oldest lady is always seated first. In other words, she is the Senior-eater of the occasion.— New York Comm. The Thanksgiving turkey is beginning to won- der why he alone has been selected from all the flock to revel in riotous living.— Brookville Jef- fersonian. Ir looks as though Congress would prolong the session over Thanksgiving and thus reduce the catalogue of things to be thankful for.— Worcester Press. AccorpING to the Rochester Democrat, which is excellent scriptural authority, Goliath con- cluded that David was indeed the ‘sweet slinger of Israel.” A READER asks: “Why did Aimée, the French opera bouffer, once wear a ring on one of her thumbs?” For thumb purpoth unknown to uth.— Norristown Herald. A CORRESPONDENT, whose colored servant asks for frequent leaves of absence, says she is the most inveterate Dinah out he ever knew.— Boston Commercial Bulletin. ‘Tuey say the Indian name for an editor is “‘ Wo-rack-ta che-rish he-ka-haw.” It means Old - Man-who - Wears-out- the-Basement-of-his- Pantaloons.— Worcester Press. Ir is now believed that the fixed stars were placed so far away in order that the patent- medicine man couldn’t get there to paint on the rocks.— Bridgeport Standard. ‘Tue peculiar manner in which a man’s hand clings to the door-knob in the morning indi- cates that the molasses-candy party is surging through the land.— Fudton Times. ‘THERE are scarcely 100 white persons’ in Alaska. It is the best ventilated territory in the United States, and an exceptionably fine place to wear corns.—Danbury News. Prayers for the poor may be varied to ad- vantage by taking your pocket-book in your hand and going out to answer the prayers your- self.— Zimely hint from the Rome Sentinel, ‘THe trouble with some people is that they get their convictions so mixed up with their dyspepsia that no one can separate them in this world.— Pathologist of Rome Sentinel. “How goes New York?” says a dispatch just received from Colorado. We—we think it is going to rain, Likewise, there were pretty good crops this year.— Rochester Democrat, A pay, called ‘The Colorado Beetle”, has been put upon the stage in England. It ought to run pretty well. Now, won’t somebody bring out a Grass-opera?—W. Y, Com. Adv. ‘Tose expansive shirt-collars are gradually disappearing from the street, and our nice young men are less frequently mistaken at a distance for Sisters of Charity. — Worcester Fress. “Jane,” cried a fond mother, sticking her head out of the bed-room door, “it is eleven o'clock; tell that young man to please shut the front door from the outside.”— Unidentified Genius. In Paris a special edition of Puck was recently confiscated by the government, on account of its political cartoons. Puck’s offense is high rank and smells bad to MacMahon.— O## City Derrick. ‘Tne only thing that troubles a coal-dealer when he reads of a terrible colliery explosion is to know whether he shall clap fifty cents or a dollar on the price of a ton.—Philadelphia Chronicle. Proressor.—‘‘ In one evening I counted twenty-seven meteors sitting on my piazza Class expresses great astonishment at the soc ble character of the heavenly bodies.—Un- known Ex. It is presumed that every Newark house- keeper has her one particular place for keeping things, but there is a suggestiveness like when the broom is found behind the front-door.— Newark Call. Ex-Senator Locan, of Illinois, has made a brief but beautiful speech in support of the administration. He said: “1 don’t amount to a row of pins here with the government now.” — N.Y. World. “ Here’s to the Turks!” remarked a blarsted Englishman in St. Petersburg the other day, and five minutes afterwards he was playing checkers with his nose inside of a cellar-door. —Stray Squib. Fait is sometimes personified asa drenched female clinging to a sea-washed rock; but a better personification would be a bald-headed man buying a bottle of patent hair-restorer.— Worcester Press. ‘Tue man who offered a copy of the city di- rectory at the polls this morning, saying he did not wish to show an undue partiality to any citizen by his vote, was a conservative.— Bridgeport Standard. Ir is reported that when Schuyler Colfax was asked to run for constable in the third ward of his home city, he kindly but firmly reminded the boys that he could not bear the mental strain.— Boston Globe. Tuere is no denying that Yale College offers great and varied advantages. ‘Those students who can’t get on the university crew, can at least aspire to be stroke of a crew organized to break up a Dutch dance, and can rejoice in the sudden and conspicuous development of the muscles around the sinister optic.— Worcester Fress.