The notary's nose;

THE NOTARY'S NOSE. I77
"I don't doubt it," said the notary, with
a fresh accession of tears. "That rascally
brute of a Romagne!"
Which was the funeral sermon of the
unlucky Auvergnat.
"And now, Doctor, what are we to
do?"
" We can get a new Romagne and
begin the experiment over again; but you
have experienced the inconveniences of
this system, and if you take my advice
you will go back to the Indian method."
"Skin from my forehead? Never!
I'd rather have a silver nose."
" They make very elegant ones now,"
said the doctor.
"But still the question is, whether Mlle.
Irma Steimbourg would consent to marry
a man with a silver nose. Henri, my dear
old fellow! what do you think about it?"
Henri Steimbourg hung his head, and
made no reply. He went to tell the news
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