The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1870-08-27

and we shall have nothing to reproach our
selves with, whatever happens"
whatever happens" echoed Colfienr.
They were then at the top OF the Boulevard
Bonne-N1uvelle.
V.
"Ah! what pretty stuff" exclaimed Luz
Gle.
"Quite coquettish!" cried Oolfeur, stop
ping with Madame before repository of fan
cy articles.
slow well it would suit meI'
"Not a doubt about it."
Lucille cast supplicaing glance at him.
Listen, Coifeur. For ten months you
have promised me dress. We'll, there il the
very thing.
"But, Tournemine?"
"Tournemine must be content with two hun
dred francs, since we have already pared him
down so much"
1t was now Colifeur's turn TO submit. He
opened the door OF the shop.
Carefully examined, handled, and cheaper.
ened the dress was wrapped up and placed in
Lucile's hands.
"Pay," she cried, turning toward ColiAuer,
and giving the bill.
"Ah mon Dieu~ he exclaimed, give not
got the bag. must have left it at NJ. Bran
dus's."
Fetch it directly" she cried, in alarm.
oh! there's nothing to be uneasy about"
he rejolned, rushing precipitately out OF the
shop.
M. Brandus's shopman had put the bag
| aside. Judge OF Colifeur's relief when he re-
| ganedit In his transports he insisted on
the shopman taking glass of punch with
| him. The Shopman at first refused, but not
wishing to be assassnated, ended by drinking
| the punch.
Meanwhile, Lucille, detained with the linen
draper, occupied herself in purchasing some
other articles, and she had already expended
two louis when Colifieur returned.
Don't scold mev' she cried. 81 wanted a
collar and pair of cuffs"
"Scold your exclaimed Coiifeur sWhy, |
myself want something," he added. opening
his waistcoat.
And he went to buy couple of shirt studs
at a jewelers..
"Now for NJ. Tournemimew cred Lucille.
Snow for Tournemine," echoed Coifeur.
"This time we had better take the omni-
bus, in order to avoid further accidents and
resha1Rnptations," said Lucille, smiling
mnibus again! No. l prefer walk
| ing. WANT air. have drunk to drown my
qualms. Still there are some that will rise
| to tue surface"
"Drown them some other time," said Mad
| am moving on.
They marched on this way for five min.
| utes.
AT the foot of the steps of the church OF
Notre Dame de Bonne-Nouvelle, Colifeui
was visited by an access of tenderness.
"Lucille."
"Look out around! Does not this place re.
mind you of our old Aunt Mangavel?'
"Aunt Mangavel! Certainly. She lived in
the Rue Beautegard, and was as poor as the
stones"
Dear Aunt Mangavcl Worthy aunt! Ex-
cellent old aunt! Migrate that L am, have
not thought sufficiently of her."
why, she has been dead these six years. y
said Lucille, amazed.
Years ought only to augment our regrets.
Perhaps it is to fOrgetulness that we owe
our present misfortune. | discern it il the
finger Of Aunt Mangavel. Aunt Mangavel
Furnishes us by preventing us flom paying
Tournemine. We must appease her Names"
"But how?" asked Lucille, beginning TO
feel uncomfortable again"
by founding mass for the lepOse of her
soul. Pious foundations have at all times re-
deemed great faults"
"But is it necessary" hazarded Lucille.
"How?" Necessary to honor the ashes OF
Aunt Mangavel?" cried Colifeur. ''Can you
ask the question:"
NO." she replied, "the motive is too re-
opcC dUIo W duiulJ Ol OUleCtOu. Only desire
to observe that it is rather clear.''
81 don't know that. Come with me-"
Sat least be content with low mas" said
Lucille.
They had reached the Boulevar du Temple
Colifleur carried the bag, which was now
reduced by three fourths. Something seem
ed to preoccupy him.
"Courage" cried Lucille. s'In twenty min
utes we shall be at the Place de la Bastile,
with NJ. Tournemine."
''Hum What kind of reception will Tour
nemine give ?" cried Colifleur, weighing
the bag. at is getting late"
six o'clock at the outside.'
six o'clockw exclaimed Colfeur. "Six
Can it be-
at is now striking. Why do you stop?
What are you thinking about?"
Colifeur looked embarrassed.
Anxiety was depicted on Lucille's features
81 am thinking that l invited Bernard to
dine with me at six o'clock"
"What Bernard ?"
"Brapdus's shopman, the person who re-
stored me the bag. Such service you will
admit, deserves a recompenSe. 1t was ar
Ranged that he should meet me at six at
Bonvallet's. L promise we'll only have a
small dinner. For my own part have no ap-
petite-I haven't recovered the breakfast. I
am only thinking of Bernard-and if 1 hadn't
made an engagement with him; but have
made an engagement with him, so there's an
end. Do you feel hungry my dear?"
LuciIle's alarms had reached the highest
point. She could only articulate single word
of distress:
"Tournemine."
Colifleur remained thoughtful.
+ 81 understand" he said.
Then he resumed IN a (Oomatio tOna.
"Tonrnemne will receive us far better after
dinner than before. Digestion demands in
diligence. 1t is the hour when the look be-
comes softer, ana the voice more bland. We
ourselves. on leaving the table, shall feel bet
ter able to approach Tournemine.s Unles be is
bad fellow, he will accept our renewal with
open arms: and who knows that he may not
90 so tar, as nobly to refuse the little we bring
him."
ION, yes, indeed, he may do So" murmured
Lucille.
And all this because Tournemine has dined
and we also. You see, my love-you see."
Lucille did not quite see it. But wifes du-
ty being to follow her husband. she followed
Colifleur to Bonvaet's where they found Ber-
nard, who had retained a cabinet
'Oh, not cabinet" cried Lucille.
why not, madame? ?" said Bernard. eve
snail be far quieter there titan in the salon."
perhaps my husband has not explained
'haI we are father pressed Tor time" remark
ed Lucille
dertone. ''''
There was nothing spiritual about Ber-
nard, but he ate enormously Thanks to
him, the very little dinne," assumed eican-
TIC proportions. Colifeur and his wife tol-
lowed the bad example. Choice wines were
ordered-they challenged each other; the
hours 1lew rapidly by-rapidly, enchantlncly.
Leaning toward her husband, Lucille wills
pered in his ear:
"You ought to take me to the Cirque my
love-" 1t is a long time since have been
there, and L am dying to see the Pilules-de-
Diable."
Colifeur instantly rang the bell
"Send to the Cirque" he cried, to the
garcon, "and engage box in the doant-
scene"
All was forgotten, you perceive.
AT the dessert, Tournemine, who ought to
have been held sacred, Tournemne was only
an object of ridicule. Cofleur offered TO
sing, and struck UP thus 10 the tune OF 1ur-
ule5te:
We're sorry to delay
Our payment for o day;
But alasi we've gone astray,
Tournemine!
monsieur Tournemine!
And they all joined in the chorus of "Tour-
nemine,"
r. Its Demands turn ROW. cried ColiGeur,
bernard must give his couplet."
bernard staggered as he rose. He was in
commensurably drunk, and holding as fast as
he could to the table, he improvjsed the toI-
lowing words: