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Show THE RETORT QUARRELSOME. One day a diatlngulahed notary while breakfasting with a friend at a cafe In Paris indulged In som stinging comments on the public acta of Marshal Marmont. Suddenly another gentleman, dining at another tahle, arose and approached them, hia mustache bristling with anger, "Str," cried he tragically, "you shall give me satisfaction!" "Are you Marshal Marmont?" Mar-mont?" quietly asked the notary. "I have not that honor." was the Indignant reply, "hut I am hia chief aid de camp.' "Oiva me vour card, then, sir," said the notary, "I will send you my head clerk." Exchange. |