The notary's nose;

I80 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
the success of the Count de Chambord.
But he does not send him any money.
The pleasure of handling his gold brings
him a sweet intoxication. He passes his
life between two wines and two millions.
One evening last week, as he was sauntering leisurely, cane in hand, along the
Rue Eble, he uttered a cry of surprise.
Romagne's ghost, dressed in blue velveteen, rose before him!
Was it really a ghost? Ghosts do not
carry anything, and this one was carrying
a trunk with a shoulder-strap.
"Romagnei!" cried the notary.
The other raised his eyes, and answered
in his heavy and tranquil voice:
" Good-ebening, Mloshoo l'Ambert."
"You speak! You are alive, then! "
"Shertainly I'm alibe."
"You wretch! what have you done
with my nose? "
As he spoke, he seized him by the col