The coffin has been taken to the undertaker's.

The funeral will be from there." "Who is the man ?" I asked.

"Had he been ill long ?" The clerk shook his head.
"He was a Frenchman," he said; "Bartot was his name.

He had an apoplectic stroke in the cafe one day last week, and since then complications set in." I turned away with a little shiver.

It was not pleasant to reflect upon--this man's death!.