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Salamanaca, the great Madrid hnancier, which the authorities permitted to be attached to the Royal train from Madrid to Saragossa. :\fter travelling all night in terribly cold weather, carly in the morning one of His Majesty's dides- dc camp appear ed and commanded us to ‘jomn the Royal luncheon party at 11 am.” s\las! there is no rose without its thorn. The Dbitter weather had frozen all the water, and our faces werc as black assweeps' ! We stared at one another—we were both black 1 the tace. What was to be done? Good grazious! we could not sit betore a king with such dark expressions as these !

“ Gallenga was a man of infinite resource, and was apparently undismayed by this almost insur- mountable obstacle.

“CEver L1 y candles’? he asked. lhuhy wash process. See, and he took down some ot the wax candles with which the carriage was lichted, and commenced rubbing his face with onc of them. With infinite trust in Gal- lenga's wisdom [ did like- wise, and really, after some ten minutes’ persistent rubbing, our faces cer- tainly looked morce re- spectable, though somec- what waxy aml ghastly. Theaide-de-camp ancnc(l and we went forth to cat with the King. Now, the King's saloon was uncom- for tab]\ Warm-—very un- comfortably warm —and as the lunch proceeded it

ccante inconveniently

the coffec and cigarctic stage arrived our faces

hot. \When were converted into a scries ol small streams—tears, sir, tears, such as tender tathers shed ! In vain I tried to hide them, my pocket handkerchict was uscless) and 1 left the Royal presence with a u)untumnu like—but we will draw a veil over my featurcs ! I suggested that puh aps Mr. Sala knew Smheln——“ Dumlual\ Sothern, “Knew him, ves,” came the reply. i ()LhL‘ill and I went to the Derby toge- thu on: I was very claborately got up, and as and trim as a new pin. Now,

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[ don’t think I was1n a frame of mind to act out of temper casily—T was 1n a capital and never 1 a jollier mood.

• • ook here, Sala,” said b()thun, CT

bet you a new hat that you ll lose your temper before the Derby is run.

“CDone!’ T cried, and T felt Lmuthu twenty-five shillings mttlmo i1 my trousers’ pocket. Away went S()Lhu 1.

“ITve minutes after a red-jacketed fellow came up and commenced brushing me

down. I didn't want it, but I gave him a shilling. Then another came up—similar

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five ‘Dbrushes’ had been up, and at the sixth 1 scized the fellow and brushed Aoz down.

T trouDble youfor a new hat,"said some- body, quictly tapping me on the shoulder, It was Sothern.

Then we “remembered ” some of the famous men the great journalist has come in contact with during his carcer. Tobegin with, there was Lord DBrougham. It was Brougham who really taucrht Mr. Sala to in public. Before M. Sala made his first important public speech, Brougham had him round at his house and walkcd up and down his dining-room for an hour and more,