THE TRAVELLER'S STORY OF A TERRIBLY STRANGE BED

Shortly after my education at college was finished, I happened to be,staying at Paris with an English friend. We were both young men then, and lived,,I am afraid, rather a wild life, in the delightful city of our sojourn. One,night we were idling about the neighborhood of the Palais Royal, doubtful to,what amusement we should next betake ourselves. My friend proposed a visit to,Frascati's; but his suggestion was not to my taste. I knew Frascati's, as the,merely for amusement's sake, until it was amusement no longer, and was,thoroughly tired, in fact, of all the ghastly respectabilities of such a social,anomaly as a respectable gambling-house. "For Heaven's sake," said I to my,friend, "let us go somewhere where we can see a little genuine, blackguard,,poverty-stricken gaming with no false gingerbread glitter thrown over it all.,