. Bohemian Paris of to-day . THE GOLDEN PORCUS BOHEMIAN PARIS each a ticket admitting- us to the angel-room and theother delio^hts of the inner heaven. You arre Eengleesh ? he asked. Yes? Ah,theece Eengleesh arre verra genereauz, eyeing hisfifty-centime tip with a questioning shrug. Canyou not make me un franc ? Ah, eet ees dam coldin theece laigs, pointing to his calves, which wereencased in diaphanous pink tights. He got hisfranc. Dante announced in his rasping voice that thosemortals wishing to become angels should proceed upto the angel-room. All advanced and ascended theinclined passage-w
. Bohemian Paris of to-day . THE GOLDEN PORCUS BOHEMIAN PARIS each a ticket admitting- us to the angel-room and theother delio^hts of the inner heaven. You arre Eengleesh ? he asked. Yes? Ah,theece Eengleesh arre verra genereauz, eyeing hisfifty-centime tip with a questioning shrug. Canyou not make me un franc ? Ah, eet ees dam coldin theece laigs, pointing to his calves, which wereencased in diaphanous pink tights. He got hisfranc. Dante announced in his rasping voice that thosemortals wishing to become angels should proceed upto the angel-room. All advanced and ascended theinclined passage-way leading into the blue. At thefarther end of the passage sat old St. Peter, solemnand shivering, for it was draughty there among theclouds. He collected our tickets, gave the pass-word admitting us to the inner precincts, and re-sented Bishops attempts to pluck a feather from hiswings. We entered a large room, all a glamour ofgold and silver. The walls were studded with blazingnueeets, colored canvas rocks, and electric li
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