The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-10-14

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desirable escape the Tllgarity of
common implement, such as he con
ceived a spoon to be.
M. Viol arose with glistening eye
and placed his umbrella in the cor
ner, for the dish looked particularly
rich and delicious.
81 perceive you are a gentleman
of delicate taste, and so I venture to
ask your opinion of this little trihe
which is entirely and wholly of my
own conception"
Here the huge, white, floure, smil-
ed Chabussal opened his hands. and
bowed; while NJ. Viol toyed mo-
ment with the-well-the spoon.
He placed his hat upon the eoun-
ter, and his left hand behind him.
while with a neat eggshen top he
shattered the upper crust. With a
solem face, he slowly raised a trihe
to his mouth, and, closing his lips
upon it, looked thoughtfulIy out at
the door. For a moment he was 81
lent and then his head turned about
with singular, smiling expression
in his face.
Without q word to Chabussal, who
looked on curiously, he tasted an
other bit, and seemingly became
more singularly pleased than before.
He tasted his last repeatedly and
carefully. He bent his head in the
manner of one who has forgotten
something, and slowly tapped his
teeth with his spoon.
"Bring me a glass Of water"
Chabussal obeyed, wondering at
the tone, and set it before him; and
he rinsed his mouth.
"Where have l tasted this before?'
whispered he, with a sharp glance
upward.
Chabussal turned to a deathly
white, and glared toward the screer.
NJ. Viol placed another spoonful on
his tongue, and then another, in
quick succession. Thus far he had
failed, and he drank more water.
He then took more of the pastry,
allowing it to rest upon his tongue
while he held his mouth wildly open.
Suddenly, his small eyes shot around
at Chabussal, while his face became
purple, and he stamped upon the
floor. He wheeled about before the
frightened baker, and violently cut
the dish intwo; and, throwing half
upon the counter, seized a spoonful
from the very center, and thrust
that into his mouth. A few seconds
elapsed, during which Chabussars
knees sunk under him, as he beheld
the furious gestures and the work
ings of NJ. VioPs face. Presently
ne dashed his spoon upon the floor.
81 have eaten the self-same dessert
at the table Of NJ. Nardin, in Lyonsp
shouted he, in a laundering voice.
''No cook but his ever made it; and
you are that cook-the thief-the
abductor Of Ernest. Your name is
Jean Vernettr
NJ. Viops eyes started from his
head, and he shook his fists across
the counter, with a purple face.
"Where is the woman Annette
Noir? The boy-Where is the boy?"
Quick as thought, he turned and
sprang to the outer door, and with
drew the bolts, and threw it wide
open to the fuming, pressing people
without; and then, turning upon his
heel, he rushed at the rear door and
kicked it in with his foot, and dis
Chabussal was instantly hemmed
in by the irrupting crowd which
flung itself headlong into his shop,
and filed it to oYerfOwing. They
attacked him with all sorts of abuse
md cries of anger, which rapidly
augmented in force, until a moment
more of time would have had them
his place inside out. He
stared at them, with chattering teeth
md a very white face, listening to
,ome faint cries and confusion,
which he could hear through the
partition in spite of the hubbub
lbout him. All eyes were upon him
md all the rough voices were direc-
led at him, and 1 regret to SOY that
some few fists were shaken at him.
The fatal door to the chamber
suddenly opened, and NJ. Viol
headlong at the astonished
mass, until he got a foOthold where
al could see him. He bad dropped
MS diplomatic coldness, and allowed
his natural anger wherever it would;
md therefore it lit upon Chabussal,
Is q matter Of course. He jumped
upon a stout shelf, and fiercely ad-
lressed the people. He recounted
he true history of Chabussel-his
position, his abuse Oftrust, his theft
lis abduction of child, his merce-
lary motives, and his continual de-
,eption for the purpose of further
,xortion. He approached a tower
ng climax by the most vivid pic
iures; and, as lie ended, he caught
he covering frightened boy in his
powerful arms, and held him up to
heir view.
"Behold him, weak, puny, unedu-
lated. and starved! And now casl
,our eyes on yonder pile of brutal
nuscler Here he shook his hand
oward the breathless, terrified Cha
,ussal. "Look at that fist, that eye,
hat whole ponderous mountain Of
,ruelty and meanness! Behold your
innocent pastry-cook, befoured, mo-
lest, ingeniOus-the inventor of a
AXE, and the hider, the stealer, the
,eater of a poor, parentless boy like
his p
A tremendous tumult instantly
,roke out, and a rush was made for
Jhabussal, who hugged himself in
,orner.
"Waitl wait cried NJ. V1ol again;
ind they became silent for a mo-
nent. "Chabussal," continued he,
your skiIl-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
nv francs. Adieu, you devil! and
tell your woman she should have
been careful to have cut NJ. Nardic's
crest from his napkins, before she
left them lying about so carelessly.
Adieu, Chabussal Now, good peo-
pie" said NJ. Viol, turning to them,