household. Not content with this, discreet agents were put in

possession of the house in Box Court, and all letters or visitors

for the Suicide Club or its officials were to be examined by Prince

Florizel in person.

Here (says my Arabian author) ends THE STORY OF THE YOUNG MAN WITH

THE CREAM TARTS, who is now a comfortable householder in Wigmore

Street, Cavendish Square. The number, for obvious reasons, I

suppress. Those who care to pursue the adventures of Prince

Florizel and the President of the Suicide Club, may read the

HISTORY OF THE PHYSICIAN AND THE SARATOGA TRUNK.

STORY OF THE PHYSICIAN AND THE SARATOGA TRUNK

MR. SILAS Q. SCUDDAMORE was a young American of a simple and

harmless disposition, which was the more to his credit as he came

from New England - a quarter of the New World not precisely famous

for those qualities. Although he was exceedingly rich, he kept a

note of all his expenses in a little paper pocket-book; and he had

chosen to study the attractions of Paris from the seventh story of

what is called a furnished hotel, in the Latin Quarter. There was

a great deal of habit in his penuriousness; and his virtue, which

was very remarkable among his associates, was principally founded

upon diffidence and youth.

The next room to his was inhabited by a lady, very attractive in

her air and very elegant in toilette, whom, on his first arrival,

he had taken for a Countess. In course of time he had learned that

she was known by the name of Madame Zephyrine, and that whatever

station she occupied in life it was not that of a person of title.

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