Cafe De Madrid

The closing of the cafe de Madrid, for a long time a favorite resort for Parisian men of letters, recalls a coupie of anecdotes, says the Bookman. Proth was one day passing the cafe arm In arm with poor Paul Arene. Arene was going in and urged him to do the game. Proth rcsisted, saying there were too many quarrels in that cafe, only people with hot tempers.etc. At last he yielded, and, five minutes after being seated, in a heated discussion slapped his contradietor's face. "You see," he sid to Paul Arene, "ís it not a,n jmpossible cafe?" The time oi! the second story was the last yeara of the reign of Napoleon III, Clement Duvernois, who had just passed frorn the Republicun into the Bonapartist camp, was urging a friend of his - a man whom he judged to be amenable to the same arguments that had convinred hha - to follow his example. "But," the friend objected, "what will my friends say?" "Oh," Duvernois retorted, "you wiU only have to change your cafe,"