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The Margrave BallBy Wm. H. McDonald.The affair at the Margraves promised to be one of thegreatest society events of the year. It was even rumoredthat Magif, the great mathematician and expounder of theFourth Dimension, would be present; and yet it couldscarcely be probable, that Lady Margrave, with all her am-bitious plans, should obtain such an artist for her ball.Never-the-less, such were the rumors which spread thickand fast about the tables of the Maison de Colget, the mostselect salon in Paris.The glasses on the table of the Maison de Colget hadjust run the hour of six, when the door opened and a youngman about twenty-four years of age entered. He seemedto be perfectly at home here and a quiet air of confidencesettled on his face as he crossed the dining room and seatedhimself at a vacant table. The waiters showed him a cer-tain deference and it was the head-waiter himself who tookhis order. Before the meal was brought in, however, thephone in the office rang. The clerks voice was heard.“This is the Maison de Cloget, Mr. Fawnt? just a moment please, I believe he has just comein.The clerk came to the dining room door and looked in,and went back to the phone.Hello! Yes, hes here. What is your num-ber, please? Oh! I beg your pardon, I thot youwished him to call. Just a moment and Ill connect youwith his table Yes, hes by himself. You havehim now.The phone on the table of the new arrival rang. Heanswered it, Hello! Yes, this is Mr.Fawnt. Why the idea is preposterous, Kinney.What bad luck is going to happen? I have had the dia-mond two weeks already and no bad luck has come to me. No, I dont think I had better sell it. That wouldonly show a superstitious weakness, but thank you justthe same. Yes, I received the invitation fromLady Margrave some time ago. I think Ill go. Its to-night, is it not? I thot so, Goodbye.Fawnt smiled, and then noticing the sand glass on thetable, said to the waiter who had just come up, James,I will not have time to eat; call a cab, and Ill be ready ina moment.James, aided perhaps by the thots of a liberal tip,sped toward the door, with more alacrity than you wouldhave expected in so corpulent a personage. He hailed apassing cabby and by the time Fawnt was ready, Jameshad given all the necessary directions to the driver. Mr.Fawnt slipped a bill into an outstretched hand and hurry-ing into the cab was soon on his way home.Perhaps a word of explanation here would be of inter-est. Philip Fawnt was a very happy son of the rich. Hebelonged to the Paris five hundred, and no social gath-ering could possibly be considered worthy of note unlessit was graced by the presence of Fawnt. The one weaknessof Philip was dress. Why had he ever bought the ill-fated,Page Thirty-six |
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