army, which had grown from six to sixteen. Finally, a Board of Aldermen
and a Common Council.

"Is that all?" says his Royal Highness. They said it was. "Then," says
he, "take it, mes enfants, and bless you!"

So, all went well again. The toy sovereignty began to rattle around
in its own conceit, the "people" regarded themselves, and wished to be
regarded, as a chartered Democracy. The little gim-crack economic system
experienced the joys of reform. A "New Nationalism" was established in
the brewery down by the railway station and a reciprocity treaty
was negotiated between the Casino and Vanity Fair, witnessing the
introduction of two roulette tables and an extra brazier for cigar
stumps.

But the Prince of Monaco stood on one point. He would have no Committee
on Credentials. He told me once that he had heard of Tom Reed and Champ
Clark and Uncle Joe Cannon, but that he preferred Uncle Joe. He would,
and he did, name his own committees both in the Board of Aldermen and
the Common Council. Thus, for the time being, "insurgency" was quelled.
And once more serenely sat the Castle on the hill hard by the Cathedral.
Calmly again flowed the waters in the harbor. More and more the autos
honked outside the Casino. Within "the little ball ever goes merrily
round," and according to the croupiers and the society reporters "the
gentleman wins and the poor gambler loses!"

IV

To illustrate, I recall when on a certain season the lucky sport of
print and fancy was an Englishman. In one of those farragos of stupidity
and inaccuracy which are syndicated and sent from abroad to America, I
found the following piece with the stuff and nonsense habitually worked
off on the American press as "foreign correspondence":

"Now and then the newspapers report authentic instances of large sums
having been won at the gaming tables at Monte Carlo. One of the most
fortunate players at Monte Carlo for a long time past has been a Mr.
Darnbrough, an Englishman, whose remarkable run of luck had furnished
the morsels of gossip in the capitals of Continental Europe recently.

"If reports are true, he left the place with the snug sum of more than
1,000,000 francs to the good as the result of a month's play. But this,
I hear, did not represent all of Mr. Darnbrough's winnings. The story
goes that on the opening day of his play he staked 24,000 francs,
winning all along the line. Emboldened by his success, he continued
playing, winning again an