Mr.Barnes immensely pleased.

When he came to pay his bill, which was a corker, he made no objection.
"'Garcon,' says he, 'if I ask you a question will you tell me the truth ?' "'_Oui, monsieur; certainement._' "Well, how much was the largest tip you ever received ?" "Seventy-five francs, monsieur." "'Very well; here are 100 francs.' "Then, after a pause for the waiter to digest his joy and express a proper sense of gratitude and wonder, Mr.Barnes came to time with: 'Do you remember who was the idiot that paid you the seventy-five francs ?' "'Oh, yes, monsieur.

It was you.'" IV It has occurred to me that of late years--I mean the years immediately before 1914--Paris has been rather more bent upon adapting itself to human and moral as well as scientific progress.

There has certainly been less debauchery visible to the naked eye.

I was assured that the patronage had so fallen away from the Moulin Rouge that they were planning to turn it into a decent theater.