The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1856-03-13
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TRE aAN WITHOUT an ENEMY
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+ low him to the appointed place. The valet
Thought his master had taken leave Of his
senses; and before going out ran to tell the
STORY to the family of NJ. Dugrinet
} hen the clerk and his second arrived on
the field, they found Victor and his friend
there already. They had brought swords, and
Immediately began to fight. Bonneau was by
far the best swordsman, but, instead of talk
ling advantage of his superiority, he sought to
Idisarm his antagonist without hurting him.
In doing SO, however he inflicted wound on
the young mans hand, and the blood flowed
freely
"What shall do? You are woundedh'
cried the conqueror, more pale than the CON
Iquered.
Ills nothing" replied Victor; "let US go
Ion."
But at that moment Monsieur and Madame
lDugrinet, with their daughter Agnes, appear
ed on the field; and the ladies, like two Sa-
bines, rushed between the combatants.
''Stop!" shouted NJ Dugrinet; 'sheathe
Iyour swords, my friends" Then turning to
Victor, he said: Il have done you injustice,
Monsieur Victor; you are brave fellow; and,
ito make you amends, l give you full permis-
sion to win my daughters heart; if indeed"
he added smiling, you have not done so al
ready"
"Ah! monsieur" said Victor, "this is the
happiest moment of my life. And you, mon
seur," he added, turning to Bonneau, must
Iperm1t me to reckon you among my best
friends. 1t is to you owe my felicity"
There's more of it, muttered the clerk to
himself. Il turn of faithful seryans, and
he's delighted; wound worthy young man
with my sword, and he's enchanted beyond
measure. What the deuce shall | do? Billiard
ought to have given me recipe for making
enemies
Meantime the slight wound on Victor's
hand was bound up by the slender fingers Of
Agnes, who, however, we are bound to declare
took unfair advantage of the opportunity to
infict serious injnry on the PATIENTS heart
This done, the whole party, at M. Dngrinets
suggestion, adjourned to breakfast at restau-
rant, and passed social morning together
1t was three o'clock in the afternoon, when
Bonneau, returning to his apartment, threw
himselfinto an easy-chair, and began to reflect
on his misfortuneS.
in the office; Pm not wicked enough for that;
have no enemies and | can't make them-
What shall 1 do?''
Happening to look up, he remarked on his
desk the free tickets for the play, which Bill
lard had given him that morning, and which
he had not since found time to distribute.
"Fhe very thingn' cried he. Billiard him
SELF shall be my enemy. Nothing more sensi-
tive than the epidermis of poet. l'll get his
comedy well hissed."
He summoned Francois.
''Go up to the attic and fetch the writer
here"
Monsieur has play or a novel to be copied?
Is monsieur about to become an author? In
that case, would much prefer remaining
'No comments: call the writer"
''Monsieur Julien,' said Bonneau when he
entered, "youre acquainted with many dra-
matte writers, and people who like to see the
play gratis:"
"Yes, monsieur"
"Well here are hundred free tickets for
tonight, which you are to distribute, on con-
dition that the persons taking them must find
the comedy detestable, and unite to hiss it
down. shall give you fifty francs for your
trouble"
"Manv thanks, monsieur, I shall execute
your commission to the very best of my abil
Iity."
Borneau sat down to dinner, but his kind
heart was i'll at ease. He had a real affection
for his early friend, Billiard, and he could not
bear to think Of his disappointment After
ward he took up a book, but found it impossi-
BILE to read, for grave doubts as to the rectitude
of his actions troubled his conscience. He
wished and yet dreaded to hear the step Of Bill
lard, who seldom failed to pay him visit af
ter the play.
About midnight the door opened suddenly,
and Billiard, rushing in, threw himself into his
arms.
Victory. joy!'' he shouted, success and tri-
umph over all my rivals! Ills to you owe It'll
all All, Bonneau, true friend is a precious
thing"
"What's all this ?" murmured the astonished
clerk. "How do you owe your success toI
meP"
Through your inimitable sagacity in dis
tributing the free tickets When the public
perceived that all the prominent places were
occupied by my declared rivals, envious play
ers and Jealous authors, it was Immediately
lrumored that league had been made against
me, and that same honest public became anx
lious to defeat it. When the curtain rose, our
free ticket gentry tried to hiss; but they were
competely borne down by thunders of APP
plause from gallery, pit and boxes, and In the
end were forced to give in. Before the fifth
act, hey actually to man joined IN the ap-
plause. What a capital hit it was to send them
there"
at was not I who did it," said Bonneau,
| family. 81 was busy; and | gave the tickets
to Julien, the writer who occupies the attic"
"Ah, tho worthy fellow" cried Billiard;
chow we'll he understood his business
Just then they heard the writers voice out
side the door, speaking to Francois. Billiard
called him in to thank him. The poor fellow
felt rather uneasy at the result of his exer-
tions, and approaching his employer, WHISPERED:
Indeed, monsieur, did what could. sent
the tickets to Monsieur Billiards. rivals, as if
they came from hi1nselfand that ought to have
answered. But the public-what can one do