The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1870-03-26
The Voyage Of Two Debtors to the Land
Of Honesty.

The Voyage Of Two Debtors to the Land
Of Honesty.
CHAPTER l.
Colifleur, at the period of the adventure
about to be recorded, dwelt in the Rue de
Suresnes, a quiet street in the handsome
quarter of the Madeleine. Colifleur had
lired, in the most Partisan acceptation of
the term. and he continued to live like an
easy-going fellow as he was. He could not
hold out against an arm passed under his
own that pushed him toward the threshold
of the restaurant Bignon, Or the Cabaret
dor.
Colit1eur's wife was an amiable and good
tempered creature, whose youth supplied
the place of beauty. Under what circum-
stances had Celitieur first known her.
That is another story, with which we have
nothing now to do. Suffice it that Colit1eur
and his wife were an attached couple, and
nothing more serious disturbed their fell
city than the little storms caused by the
loss of a button, or the discovery of wasp
in the salad. In word they would not
have had single care but for little bill
which fell due on the 18th of September.
All . that bill. 1t was for four hundred
and fifty francs,-an enormous sum, terri
BILE for musician. For upwards of
month they had thought Of nothing else
They counted the days to when it would
arrive at maturity. 1t was not bill to DO
renewed by giving something on account,
No it was most important bill. Not to
pay it would be ruin. At the last moment,
Coliher made incredible efforts. In vain
did he offer charming romances to all the
music publishers of Paris. Nothing
brought him four hundred and fifty francs
On her part Madame Colifleur got together
all her lace, brushed up her Jewels, and
furtively visited the Mont de Piete. But
all this did not bring four hundred and
fifty feancs.
Just before the dreaded 18th, they had
scraped together only half the sum, and
they despaired of the rest.
A friend dropped in upon them, an artist,
a sort of painter. Marching up to the
chimney-piece, he plunged his hand in the
tobacco jar, rolled a cigarette, and then
made the tour of the room.
''You have some charming engravings,"
he remarked.
Colifeur paid no attention.
''Where the deuce did you get them %
1--we no recollection replied Coliheur,
sullenly.
"Well, they are worth a hundred francs
EACH
Colheur regarded him with stupefied
air, and murmured,-
"Who? what? what do you say: What
is worth hundred francs?''
''Thsse two engravings."
You are certain of it?'
"Quite certain
Colifleur bounded towards the wall, tore
down the engravings, rushed cut Of the
house, and ran to the Quai Voitairs, where
he entered three or four picture dealers
shops. He must have two hundred and
fifty francs, net a lizard less. The engrav-
ings were superb, inestimable. taken before
the letter. Colitleur was eloquent. The
dealer was shaken. The bargain was con-
cluded.
Nevertheless, Colifleur was not to have
his money till the following evening. No
matter. He was sure of it. He would ask
the person who presented the bill to give
his address, assuring him that the amount
should be paid ON the 10th before noon
These twenty four hours seemed very
slow, bat when Colifieur and his wife found
themselves actually in possession of four
hundred and fifty francs their hearts beat
with joy.
Dear Lucille -
dear Celif1eur ~
Quarter of an hour passed in this way.
One must talk sense at last.
''Let us see" cried Colifleur. "What's
the name Of the fellow whe endorsed our
bill, and where does he lven'
my love, his name is Tournemine, and
he lives at Nc. 2 Place de Ia Bastille. He
has been requested to be at home little
before noon
6 Tournemine, eh droll name. I'll
90 to him at nine"
eff you like, my dear, we II go togsther,' ~
observed Lucille.
"Why9 you distrust ms,-that's toe
bad
81 shall feel more easy my love-
''Well, be it so. Wen GO together .
replied Colifeur. embracing her.
Delightful dreams visited them that night.
Wings Of various colors attached them
selves to their TRANSPORTED bodies, and
transported them to all unknown land,
where all the inhabitants had silver voice
and golden smiles. 1t was the paradise o.
honest debtors, and on their proudly raised
brews could be read this flaming inscrip,
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