Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1865-12-27

master. Yes, friends, this young ma
has just been sousing me; fair motto
to those who have any desire to hav
their sculls cracked or backs broker
including also the Maitre d'Ecole, VIII
this time will find his master. II
answer for it. I'll bet
At these words, from the Ogress
to the very least of the inmates ofth
tapis-franc, all eyes were turned to
wards the conqueror of the Chou
rineur with cowardly respect. Som
of them drawing their jugs to the en'
of their tables, made room for Ro
dolphe fhe might wish to seat himself
while others gathered around tn,
Chourineur to learn some details o
the unknown, who had just made sucl
victorious debut into their society
Even tn e Ogresse herself smiled
most graciously on Rodolphe; and
thing unheard of in the annals o
the tapis-franc, even raised hersel
from her place at the bar, and came
to ask Rodolphe what she should serve
to him and his company, an attention
she never paid even the Maitre d 'Ecolt
that famous villain who had made
even the Chourineur tremble.
One of the two men whom we have
mentioned, he who kept his hand so
carefully concealed, leaned over the
table toward the Ogresse and said in
hoarse whisper,
Has the Maitre d. Ecole been here
to-day p
No. said Mother Ponisse.
Yesterday
Yes, he came
With his new wife 2
Bah do you take me for a spy
with your questionings ? do you think
| am going to denounce my guests I?
said the Ogresse in brutal manner.
4 have a rendezvous with the Mai
tire d Ecole this night; we have some
business together
That must be something very nice,
your affairs, assassins as you are.
'Assassins ? said the irritated
bandit; lit is from them you make
your living
Come, come, will you hold your
tongue p said the Ogresse, 'or I'll
throw this jug at your head.
The cowardly wretch at down
growing.
Fleur de Marie, as she came in had
exchanged a look of friendly intelli-
gence with the young man we have
mentioned.
The Chourineur said to him: 'Ah
Barbillon, always drinking brandy 2
Always; | had rather go without
shoes and food than brandy in my
throat and tobacco in my pipe, said
the young man, in cracked voice
without changing his position and
passing out volumes of smoke.
'Good-evening, Mother Ponisse,
said La Goualeuse.
'Good-evening, Fleur de Marie,
the Ogresse, inspecting the
7estments which covered the unfortu-
nate 'ah, it's a pleasure to rent ones
.hings to you. You are a neat little
Duss. | never would have let such a !
inc orange shawl to such creatures as
La Tourneuse or the Tete de Mort. !
But | have taken good care Sf you
'ince you came from prison, and !
must confess you are the best crea-
ure in all the cite
Hollo, Mother! said Rodolphe, 4
zee you have got some hollywood on
'our clock, pointing with his finger
o the Easter bough, placed behind
he cuckoo.
We'll, and would you have one live
ike heather 2 answered the horrible
and then speaking to La
said; Come, won't you
rive US one of your songs@
"A fter supper, Mother Ponisse,
aid the ChouriAeur.
And what will you have, my good
ellow?' said she to Rodolphe, desir-
ng to make him welcome, so that
he might count upon his assistance
Vhen required.
ASK the Chourineur, mother, il is
is feast, but pay
We'll, what do you want for sup
'er p said the Ogresse, turning to the
'andit, what do you want, wicked
Iog?'
Two measures of wine at II sous,
hree small loaves of fresh bread, and
harlequin "a mixture of broken vic
uals J, cried the Chourneur, after hav-
ny hesitated while.
Il see that you are a famous drink
+, and have a great passion for har
equins.
We'll, and are you hungry nowp
aid the Chourineur to La Goualeuse;
ire you hungryY
Now! Chourineur.
DO you like anything better than a
my girl p said Rodolphe.
'Oh no my hunger is all gone
But why don't you look at my
laster?' said the Chourineur, with a
oarse laugh, and pointing at Ro-
olphe with his finger: why don't you
ook at him p The Goualeuse blush.
d, and cast down her eyes without
After a short time, the Ogresse came
erself, and placed on the table of
iodolphe jug of wine, some bread.
nd the harlequin, which we shall not
tempt to describe to our readers, but
yhich the Chourineur seemed to find
erfectly to his taste, for he cried,
What dishl ye gods what a
ish it is like an omnibus! there is
for all tastes; for those
tho like fat and those who like lean
IF those who like pepper and those
-ho like sugar-chickens' legs and
she's tails. cutletis homes and nia