The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1881-08-05
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A JEALOUS HUSBAND.

Translated f,om the Frsnch by Jerome A.
Hart, in San Francisco Argonaut, June 1881.
1t was the day before the shooting
season began. Hunters were pouring
out from Paris in all directions. Two
might have been seen leisurely proceed
ing toward the Sceaux Station, but com
ing from different directions. Both were
accoutred elegantly from iaunty cap to
leathern CATERS; both carried fine gun
and handsome game bag; both remark
ed with satisfaction the effect their cos
tunes produced on the female heart in
short, both were Parisians and hunters.
But one was old aud the other was
young Full sixty years must have been
needed to grizzle the locks of the one !;
but twenty three had passed over the
others head
The elder reached the station few
moments before the other. He entered
an empty compartment, but scarcely had
he done so when the door opened, and
the younger hunter entered. They
stared at each other for moment, but it
was the elder who spoke first.
"My dear Boisgibert, am delighted
to see you" he said, pressing the others
hand with simulated warmth.
"And l, too, Prethbaut," returned the
young man, sam enchanted. What is it
Thingummy says now? Thrice blessed
is -"
perhaps you mean, Thrice blessed
is't to meet friendly face" replied the
other.
Eyes, that's it. Who was the fellow
that said it, now? 1t vast WAS
'Iamartine ?" asked the other, dryly
"Ah, yes, that's the man-Lamartine
Strange could not think of il"
every" replied Prethibaut. "But now
| think of it, De Musset was the author
of the line"
eyes, so he was, replied the other, col
oring; she's one of my favorite authors
you know
Outwardly Prethibaut replied with a
grunt. Inwardly he said 'sThe same as
ever What an ass the fellow is !"
On the other hand, Boisgibert bit his
lip, and muttered: "Confound the old
fool as pedantic as ever"
These two gentleman were about tc
make reasonably long railway journey
together.
After lengthy silence, Prethibaut
began:
Il see you are in hunting rig. Might
ask where you are bound ?"
eyes; I'm going to Verrieres Fine
shooting at that Chateau"
"What Has Vaugiron invited
Prethibaut interrupted, but suddenly
stopped.
"les, Vaugiron has asked me to come
down to Verrieres and open the shooting
season with him. And you-where ar
you going, Prethibaut
"To Verrieres."
"What-you also?" Boisgibert's toni
expressed astonishment, but certainly
not pleasure,
"Oh,yes. For ten years / have open
ed the season there. 1t wouldn't do fol
me to miss one"
"IIOw fortunate we chanced to meet !!
said Boisgibert,in tone as destitute o
emotion as is the creak of a door.
at was indeed happy chance" re
| piled Prethibaut, with the infection of ;
man who bids his creditor come to-mor
row.
And while their lips distilled honeyeC
words they were full ofbtterness within
Prethibauts reflections were something
like this:
''How in the fiend's name could Vaug
iron be so idiotic as to invite this be
curled popinjsy to his house l did no
think him so stupid--so husband like, S,
to speak-as that. When a man o
fifty-two marries a girl of nineteen, h
should not invite handsome young dan
dies to spend weeks at his house. An,
more particularly should he not invite
dandy who was her slave all lasv Wintol
who was always waltzing with her, VIII
always turned her music for her whe
she played, who always had an orchostr
seat when she was in her box, And yC
| Naug.ron-stupid yet hospitablo Vau.
iron--he invites this fellow beneath h
roof, Well, well T.
| On the other maud, Boisgiberts brai
was no less busy. His reflections ra
something like this;
81 wonder why that blockhead follow
ime 10 persistentlyH For the past year