A Chair on the Boulevard by Leonard Merrick
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Forewarns you of the
DEATH OF HIS CAREER The Interment will take place at the Cafe of the Broken Heart on December 31st. _Valedictory N.B.--A sympathetic costume Victuals will be appreciated. 7 p.m._ "I would call your attention to the border of cypress, and to the tomb in the corner," said the young man, with melancholy pride. "You may also look favourably on the figure with the shovel, which, of course, depicts me in the act of burying my hopes. It is a symbolic touch that no hope is visible." "It is a very artistic production altogether," said the widow, dissembling her astonishment. "So you are a painter, monsieur Flamant?" "Again speaking by the clock, I am a painter," he concurred; "but at midnight I shall no longer be in a position to say so--in the morning I am pledged to the life commercial. You will not marvel at my misery when I inform you that the existence of Achille Flamant, the artist, will terminate in five hours and twenty odd minutes!" "Well, I am commercial myself," she said. "I am madame Aurore, the Beauty Specialist, of the rue Baba. Do not think me wanting in the finer emotions, but I assure you that a lucrative establishment is not |
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