This
attitude attracted me enormously; for I recalled the standpoint of the
same paper in the days before the War--how it ridiculed the alleged
German menace and pooh-poohed the idea of the existence of hostile
German elements in our midst. Here, I said, is the party for me; here
is your authentic Bourbon spirit--the type that learns nothing
and forgets nothing; that in the midst of a changing world remains
immovable as a rock. Yes, Sir, for a Tory of the old school there is
no place to-day except in the ranks of Liberalism.
Yours faithfully,
SEMPER EADEM.
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[Illustration: MODERN DRAMA BELOW STAIRS.
THE "MAID'S" HOSPITALITY TO "ROBERT."]
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RATES OF EXCHANGE.
Jones was reading his morning paper in the opposite corner seat with
unusual attention, and he disregarded my greeting.
"Why this absorption?" I inquired. "Usually you come to the station
with a piece of toast behind one ear, fastening your boots as you run,
and wake us all up with your first fine morning rapture.
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