Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1870-09-29

ing upon his heel, he rushed at the rear
door, and kicked it in with his foot, and
disappeared.
Chabussal was instantly hemmed in by
the irrupting crowd which flung itself
headlong into his shop and filed it to
OVERLOOKING. They attacked him with all
sorts of abuse and cries of anger, which
rapidly augmented in force, until mo-
ment more of time would have had them
turning his place inside out. He stared
at them with chattering teeth and very
white face, listening to some faint cries
and confusion which he could hear
through the partition il spite of the
hubbub about him. All eyes were upon
him, and al the rough voices were direct
ed at him and / regret TO say that some
few fists were shaken at him.
The fatal door to the chamber suddenly
opened, and d. Viol plunged headlong at
the astonishcd mass, until he got foot
hold where all could see him. He had
dropped his diplomatic GOODNESS, and al.
lowed his natural anger to fly wherever
1t would and therefore 1t lit upon Cha
bussal as matter Of course. He jumped
upon stout shelf and fiercely addressed
the people. He recounted the true his
tory of Chabussal-his position, his abuse
of trust, his theft, his abduction of child,
his mercenary motives, and his continual
deception for the purposes OF further ex-
tortiOn. He approached towering CHI
max by the most vivid pictures; and, as
he ended, he caught the covering, fright
ened boy in his powerful arms and held
him up to their view.
"Behold him, weak, puny, uneducated
and starved And now cast your eyes on
that yonder pile Of brutal muscle" Here
he shook his hand towards the breathless,
terrified Chabussal. "Look at that fist,
that eye, that whole ponderous mountain
of cruelty and meannesa. Behold your
innocent pastry cook, befloured, modest,
and ingenious-the inventor Of cake,
and the hider, the stealer, the beater of a
poor, parentless boy like thisp'
A tremendous tumult instantly broke
out, and rush was made for Chabussal,
who Rugged himself in corner.
"Wait! wait!" cried N. Viol again !;
and they became silent for moment.
/" Chabussal," continued he, "your skill
your confection-has ruined you. To day
I should have paid you twice your price
for Ernest; but Providence and your
cookery have at once saved your soul and
my francs. Adieu, you devil and tell
your woman that she should have been
careful to cut NJ Nardin's crest from his
napkins before she left them lying about
so carelessly. Adieu. Chabussal Now,
good people," said N. Viol turning to
them. II have done. N. Chabussal can
have no further use for his utensils, his
furniture, his fixtures, or anything, ex-
cept his life and an unbruised skin. If it
costs you anything to start him again in
life, with no membranes but those two,
will cheerfully pay your expenses to the
last penny. Come Ernest"
He took the boy in his arms, and hur-
ried away amid the cheers Of the crowd.
As he disappeared, the cheers turned to
groans and cries of execration Chabus-
salts shop became seething volcano OF
dust ia q dozen seconds-a terrible uproar
of breaking wood, cracking glass, SILVER
ing panes; volumnious sound Of oaths,
cries, cheers Of ripping and tearing; CT
disintegrating thumps, blows, and thrusts.
and q general uproar of destruction. Ten
minutes found Chabussal without an
apron, q cap, skillet or a saucepan.
They hustled him into the street, bare
headed, and covered with CRIME, where he
found madame, who had saved nothing
but ball of Irvine. Together, they
looked at it significantly, but thought bet
ter of it, had it been charcoal, it might
have been different, and, though it seems
wicked TO hint it, perhaps much better |;
for to day Chabussal is journeyman-
baker of bad repute, and madame a laun-
dress Of worse, and as the days 60, their
situationo and proclivities intensity
visibly.-AppIetons Journal.