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iaiaBaaaMPjP 'HB'WPIf taaaaaaaaa!jaaaaaaJaa3aaP i aaajweaaBBaaBaaaaMiaflB paaaaaaMliaaafrllMaia GOODWIN'S WEEKLY 7 H MONSIEUR JOSEPH. i ON the day that I left the hospital, with a month's sick leave In hand, I went to dine at my favorite Soho restaurant, the Mazarln, which I al- i ways liked because it provided an ex- C cellent meal for an extremely modest i sum. But this evening my steps turned toward the old place because I I wanted a word with Monselur Joseph, the head-waiter. I found him the same genial soul as j ever .though a shade stouter, perhaps, and grayer at the temples, and I flat I ter myself that it was with a smile of I genuine pleasure that he led me to I my old table in a corner of the room. ! "Wihen the crowd of diners had 1 thinned he came to me for a chat. . , "It is indeed a pleasure to see t 'M'sieur after so long a time," said he, "for, alas, there are so many others of our old clients who will not ever return." I told him that I, too, was glad to he sitting in the comparative quiet of the Mazarin and asked him how he fared. Joseph smiled. "I 'ave a surprise for M'sleur," Le said "yes, a great surprise. There are ten, fifteen years that I work In thees place, and in four more weeks le patron will retire and I become the proprietor. Oh, it is bee utlful,' he continued, clasping his hands rapturously, " to think that in so leetle time 1, who. came to London a poor waiter, shall be patron of one of its finest restaurants.' I offered him my warmest congrat ulations. If ever a man deserved suc cess it was he, and it was good to see the look of pleasure on his face as I told him so. "And now,' said I presently, "I also have a surprise for you, Joseph." He laughed. "Eh blen, M'sleur, it is your turn to take my breath away." "My last billet in (France, before being wounded," I told him, "was in a Picardy village called Flechinelle." He raised his hands. "Mon Dieu," he cried, "it is my own village!' "More than that," I continued, "for nearly six weeks I lodged just behind the church, In a whitewashed cottage with a Btock of oranges, pipes and boot-laces for sale in the window." "It Is my- mother's shop!" he ex claimed breathlessly. I nodded my head, and then pro- ceeded to give him the hundred-and- one messages that I had received from the little old lady as soon as she dis covered that I knew her son. "It is so long since I 'ave seen 'or," said Monsieur Joseph, blowing his nose violently. "So 'ard I work in London these ten, fifteen years that only once have I gone 'ome since my father died." Then I told him how bent and old his mother was, and how lonesome she had seemed all by herself in the cottage, and as I spoke of the shop & which Bhe still kept going in her front room the tears fairly rained down his face. "But M'sleur," said he, "that which you tell me Is indeed strange; for those letters which she writes to me week by week are always gay, and it 'as seemed to me that my mother was well content." Then he struck his fist on the table. "I 'ave it," he said. "She shall come to live 'ere with me in Londres. All that she desires shall be 'ers, for am I not a rich man?" I Bhook my head. "She would never leave her village now," I told him. "And I know well that she desires noth ing in the world except to see you again." Then as I rose to go, "Good night, M'sleur," said Joseph, a little sadly. "Be very sure that there Is always a welcome here for you.' The next time I dined at tho Ma zarin was some four weeks later, on the eve of my return to the front. A strange waiter Bhowed me to my place, and Joseph was nowhere to be seen. Indeed a wholly different air seemed to pervade the place since my last visit. Presently I beckoned to a waiter whom I recognized as having served under the old regime. "Where is Monsieur Joseph.?" I asked him. "Where indeed, sir!" the man re plied. "It is all so strange. One day it is arranged that he shall take over the restaurant and its staff, and on the next he come to say 'Good-bye' to us all, and then leave for France. Oh, It is so droll. So good q, business man to Ipse the chance that comes once only in a life! He is too old to fight. Yet who knows? Maybe he heard, of. something better out there it As the man spoke the gold and white walls of the restaurant faded, the clatter of plates and dishes died away ,and I was back again in a tiny illage shop in Picardy. AcrosB the counter, packed with its curious stock I saw Monsieur Joseph, with shirt sleeves rolled up, gravely handing a stick of chocolate to a child, and tak ing his sou in return. In the diminu tive kitchen behind sat a little white haired old lady with such a look of content on her face as I have rarely seen. Then suddenly I found myself back again in the London restaurant. "Yes," I said to the waiter, "it is possible, as you say, that Monsieur Joseph heard of something better in France." And raising my glass I drank a si lent toast. Punch, ANOTHER WAR CASUALTY. "You don't Beem to feel so enthusi astic as usual about speeech-making." ,4Well," answered Senator Sorghum, "times have changed and it isn't so easy for a man in a silk hat and a frock coat to stand out before a lot of men in khaki uniforms or overalls and assert that he is saving the coun try all by himself." Washington Star. 1 i i ii i i t - RIPENED JUDGMENT. "Then we're engaged?" "Of course." "And I am the first girl you over loved?" "No, my dear, but I'm harder to suit now than I used to be." Kansas City Journal. NOT MUCH CHANCE. If love were a berry that-1 could pick I'd doubtless eat until I was sick. If love were a perfume that I could smell I would suffocate in some incensed dell. If love wore the touch of -a woman's hand I would seek every woman in every land. If love were a wine, never mind tho cost, I would drink and drink till my soul was lost. If love were the scent of a woman's hair I would die, no doubt, from my snif fings there. If love were the touch of a cherry lip I would still kiss on - 'though my senses slip. But love is not of taste, smell or touch, So there's little chance of my having much. The Logician in Town Topics. i THE HAPPY SMOKER. When I am "broke," I take a smoke Comfort is my aim Likewise when "flush' or maybe lush", I gently nurse the flame. The wreaths of smoke that round me roll, From "Garcia" or from carven bowl, Drive care away And make the way If dark, all bright; if bright, then more Of joy is added to my store. And so I puff, morn, noon and night, The Gods be thanked for this sweet "light." E. Bonflls. HIS FIRST PERFORMANCE. "Who's dead?" asked the stranger, viewing the elaborate funeral proces sion. "The bloke what's inside the cof fin," answered an irreverent small boy. 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