Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1870-02-10
CHAPTER VII.

| Colitleur carried the bag, which was
now reduced by three-fourths Something
seemed to preoccupy him.
"Courage!' cried Lucille. I'm twenty
minutes we shall be at the Place de la
Bastille, with M. Tournemine."
"Huml What kind of reception will
Tournemne give u.s." cried Colifleur,
weighing the bag ut is getting very
late"
"Six o'clock at the outside"
"Six o'clock" exclaimed Coliheur.
"Six! Can it be?"
at is now striking But why do you
stop? What are you thinking sbout?"
! Colifleur looked embarrassed.
Anxiety was depicted on Lucile's fea-
lures
81 am thinking that l invited Bernard
to dine with me at six o'clock"
"What Bernardo
"Brandus' shopman, the person who re-
stored me the bag. Such service, you
will admit, deserves recompense. 1t
was arranged that he should meet me at
six at Bonvallet's | promise you we'll
only have small dinner-a very small
dinner. For my own part have no APP
petite-I haven't recovered the breakfast.
l am only thinking of Bernard-and if [
hadn't made an engagement with him ;
but have made an engagement, SO there's
an end. Do you feel hungry, my dear 2"
Lucilc's alarms had reached the highest
point. She could only articulate single
word of distress
"Tournemine."
Col;Haur RON, ;po1 tbor nbf FIJI
81 understand" he said.
Then he resumed, in dogmatic tone:-
Tournemine will receive us far better
after dinner than before. Digestion de-
mands indulgence. 1t is the hour when
the look becomes softer, and the voice
more bland. We ourselves, On leaving the
table, shall feel better able to approach
Tournemine. Unless he is bad fellow,
he will accept our renewal with open
arms and who knows that he may not
60 so far as nobly to refuse the little we
bring him"
80 yes, indeed, he may do So" MUIR
INJURED Lucille.
"And all this because Tournemine has
dined-and we also. You see, my love-
you see"
Lucille did not quite seeit. But w'fe's
duty being to follow her husband, she fol-
lowed Colifeur to Bonvallet's, where they
found Bernard, who had retained cab
met
ooh! not cabinet" cried Lucille.
"Why not, Madame?" said Bernard
eve shall be far quieter there than in the
salon"
perhaps my husband has not explain
ed that we are rather pressed for time"
remarked Lucille.
"Hush my love-" said Colideur, in an
undertone.
There was nothing spiritual about Ber-
nard, but he ate enormously. Thanks to
him the very little dinner" assumed gi-
qantic proportions. Colifleur and his
wife followed his bad example Choice
wines were ordered, they challenged
each other the hours flew rapidly by
rapidly, enchantingly Leaning towards
her husband, Lucille whispered in his
ear
" You ought to take me to the Cirque,
my love. 1t is a long time since | have
been there, and | am dying to see the
"Pilules du Diable."
Coliheur instantly rang the bell.
"Send to Cirque" he cried, to the gar
con, "and engage box in the avant-
scene"
All was forgotten, you perceive.
Az the dessert, Tournemine, who ought
to have been held sacred, was only an
object of ridicule. Colineur offered to
sing, and struck up thus to the tune of
Turlurette" -
"We're sorry to delay
Our payment for a day;
But, alas ! we've gone astray,
Tournemine
Monsieur TournemineW
And they all joined in the chorus of
Tournemine."
ats Bernard's turn now,' cried Coli
ileur. Bernard must give his couplet."
Bernard staggered as he rose. He was
incommensurably drunk, and holding as
fast as he could to the table, he impro-
vised the following Words
Tournemine-or that droll name
There Is but one unknown to fame;
National Guard-pcrhaps the same
Tournemlnel
Methlnks of him you're making game. .
Tournemine! old Tournemlne !"
And he fell back in his chair, roaring
with laughter.
Bernard's couplet was dishonored as it
deserved, but as he wished to recommence,
for ne piqued himself on his rhymes, he
was led to the door, and got out as best
he could.
CHAPTER VIII.
Colifeur and his wife did not leave
Bonvallet's till past eleven.
No use then in thinking OF going to
Tournemine. But what were they to dog
1t was too late to 60 to Cirque. The box
had remained empty, Both returned by
the same boulevards, which had seen them
at morn so happy and 50 honest, and
which now beheld him so much changed.
Colitieur had thrust the bag into his peck
et,-that famous bag which now only con-
tanned few fiye-franc pieces. With one
accord they both putotf till the morrow all
lamentations and reflections. We won't