The notary's nose;

Io6 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
He had not a bit of imagination, nor
much more intelligence than a poodle, but
his conscience was sometimes shocked.
One day, he saw fit to say to M. l'Ambert:
" You hab not my eshteem."
And the repugnance the notary had for
him, changed into open hate.
The last week of their forced intimacy
was filled with a series of tempests. But
at length, M. Bernier announced that the
strip of skin had taken root, in spite of
innumerable wrenches. He cut the two
enemies apart, and shaped the notary a
nose out of the skin which no longer belonged to Romagn6. And the handsome
millionnaire of the Rue de Verneuil, threw
two one thousand franc notes to his slave,
saying:
" Begone, you scoundrel! the money is
nothing. You've made me spend five
thousand francs' worth of patience. Clear