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done did he learn hat terror and dread she had waited for his return

on fighting nights

To-day "Battling Jiotten by the public, and he was happy in

the seclusion of this forgetfulness A new and strange career had opened

up before him: he was the father of the most beautiful prima donna in the

operatic world, and, difficult as the task was, he did his best to live up

to it It was hard not to offer to shake hands when he was presented to a

princess or a duchess; it was hard to ree the studs in

his shirt; and a white cravat was the terror of his nights, for his

fingers, broad and stubby and powerful, had not been trained to the

delicate task of tying a bow-knot By a judicious blow in that spot where

the ribs divaricate he could right well tie his adversary into a bow-knot,

but this string of white laas aof the to hies That he naturally

despised the articles of such a soulless faith was evident in his constant

inclination to play hooky One thing he rebelled against openly, and with

such firly for fear of a

general revolt On no occasion, however impressive, would he wear a silk

hat Christift of a silk

hat, for the women trusted that they could overco, but it was noticed that the hotel

porter, or the gardener, or whatever masculine head (save his oas

available, came forth resplendent on feast-days and Sundays