Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1881-07-14


make a reasonably long railway journey
together.
After lengthy silence, Prethibaut be-
gan:
81 see you are in hunting rig. Might I
ask where you are bound?"
Yes; I'm going to Verrieres. Fine shoot
ing at that chateau"
What Has Taugiron invited--' -
frethioaut interrupted, but suddenly
stopped.
"Yes, Vaugiron has asked me to come
down to Verrieres and open the shooting
season with him. And you-where are you
going, Prethibaut?
TO Verrieres."
''What-you also?" Boisgibert's tone
expressed establishment, but certainly not
pleasure.
"Oh, yes. For ten years I have opened
the season there. 1t would not do for me
to miss one.
How fortunate we CHANGED to meet!"
said Boisgibert, in tone rs destitute of
emotion as is the creak of door,
1T was indeed happy chance" replied
Prethibaut, with the infection of man
who bids his creditor come to- morrow,
And while their lips distilled honeyed
words they were full of bitterness within,
Prethibaut's reflections were something like
this:
How in the 6end's name could Vaugiron
be SO idiotic as to invite this becurled pop
Inlay to his house? did not think him so
stupid-so husband like. so to speak-as
that. When man of ffty-twu marries a
girl of nineteen, he should not invite hand
some young handles to spend weeks at his
house. And more particularly should he
not invite dandy who was her slave all
last winter; who was always waltzing with
her; who always turned her music for her
when she playedi who always had an
orchestra seat when she was in her box.
And yet Vaugiron-stupid yet hospitable
Vaugiron-he invites this fellow beneath
his roof. Well, WELT"
On the other hand, Boisgibert's brain
was no less busy. His reflections ran some
thing like this:
81 wonder why that old blockhead fol :
lows me SO persistcntly? For theFpast wear
he seems to have exercised sort of
espionage on me. He seems to have OWNED
my secret, too. And yet he is not a rel
alive of Madame Vaugiron. Confound the
old idiot! Some one told me he was In
Switzerland, and here find him on the
way to Verrieres."
The two men scowled at each other, and
then smoothed their faces expressionless-
ness. The train rolled on. Boiseibert
drew an immense cigar from his case, and
lighted it. Then, as if he had but Just
thought of it
"Oh, excuse me. I believe tobacco is
dis1greeable to you"
mo, sir; by no means, sir; you are
dreaming, SIR" retorted Prethibaut; 81
smoke like chimney, sir" and lighting a
larger cigar. he pulled defantly.
At the expiration of ten minutes the two
gentlemen were 30 shrouded in smoke that
they could not see across the compartment.
But all things have an end. The train at
last reached the station, and there was
Vaugrion's CARRIAGE awaiting them. A
brisk drive of few minutes across country
and they were at Verrieres.
AS they descended in the court yard,
Vauglron advanced. depressed Prethibaut,
warmly by the hand, greeted Boisgibert
with less warmth, and babe the latter
gentleman to bis 1oom.'
las for you, my old friend" said he to
Prethibaut, come into the garden, and let
us seat ourselves over there in that summer
house. Ihave something want to saw to
you. I want to ask your advice"
"But will you follow lt?"
'Of course, since I ask it"
But that does not follow. any more
than you do. People are always asking
advice; but rarely follow it. Last year, in
this very month, and where we now sit,
you asked my opinion as to whether or not
you should marry. I advised you to live
and die bachelor. Well, three months
after that / had to pretend to be glad when
saw you hanged-I mean married"
Vaugiron viciously kicked pebble on
the gravel walk before him.
We'll, what is it about?n said Prethi-
baut. {.
Vaugiron paused little while. @Well, /"
said he, reluctantly, sits about nv wife,"
WHAT said Prethibaut. aalready?"
Come" said Vaugiron, impatiently,
don't be getting any idiotic ideas into your
head. l have nothing to reproach her
with" ~
But you have something on your mind, !"
yes, have. / am Jealous
AOf Maurice Boisgibert."
How do you know?n
Il know, because have seen"
Scent" shouted vaugiron, bounding from
his seat. Seen! seenl What have you
seen?"
Come, now, said Prethibaut, don't be
getting any idiotic ideas into your head. I
have seen nothing alarming. I have seen,
however, that that young puppy, Boisgibert,
is altogether too attentive to your wife"
Well, that's what want to talk about.
Tho fellow has presumed to address some
verses to her."
What are they about"
aWhat are they about? Oh, what all
poets write about on the waves,