Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-06-07

ucclueu! My lie tor Nlcettcl u
Anatolc left the restaurant and hastencd
to the house Of NJ. Bouvard, the guardian
of Nicettc
1t was 4 o'clock in the morning when
he rang the bell. Once, twice, three
times he rang. At last NJ. Bouvard him
self, astonished, his night-cap on his
head, opened the door.
whats the mntter?" hc.askcd "Is
there fire."
"No, my dear NJ. Bouvard," replied
Anatolc. 81 have come TO call on you. -
"At this hour2'
"All hours are good in which one can
see you, NJ. Bouvard But you are in
your night-clothcs; you had better return
to bed"
''That is what I'm going to do" And
then, leading Anatolc to his chamber. he
continued; "But suppose, since You
have aroused me mt this hour, that YOU
have something important to say to me- :"
every important. 1t is necessary. VI.
l}ouvard, that you should give up the
idea of marrying my cousin Niccttc to NJ.
Capdcnnc."
"Ncvcr! nevcr!"
~" hihSt ibt SLY never.
"hly resolution is taken; this marriage
shall take place"
at shall not take place"
"Wcll, we shall sec And now that
you have my answer | will not dctain Won
longer"
"fou are not very amiajlc this morn
ing, VI. Bouvard. But am not offended,
and us am pcrscvcring remain"
stay II you will. I, however, shall
imagine that you have departed and I
shall say no more" Then, turning away,
Nj. Bouvard muttcrcd: 'Nyho ever heard
OF such thing! To disturb pcaccablc
man, rouse him from his sleep to talk
about such nonscnsem
Suddenly NJ. Bouvard jumped into
bed
Anatolc got the Professors trombone.
in which he blew as though deaf per
son were trying to play it. The sounds
it emitted were Internal
'My precious trombone! the rift of
my pupils!" exclaimed the Professor.
Leave that instrument alone"
"M. Bo,lvartl, replied Anaiole. syou
have imagined that I have departed. |
imagine you are absent, and amusc my
sell awaiting your return" Then, after
blowing furiously on the trombone, he
exclaimed: "Ah, what beautiful notc.n
"You will cause my landlord to give
me notice to leave the house. He will
not let me play on my trombone after
midnight"
"Ah, the man has no music in his
soulm
Again the trombone thundercd.
"For heavens sake, stop!'
edo you CONSENT?
"'ro WHAT"
"To give up the idea of this marriasc?"
'Bnt cannot do that" <,
every well, thcn-n
The trombone finished Anatolc's
sentence.
IN. Capdcnac is terrible fellow. If
| should offer him such AN airront he
would kill me-"
"Does that fear restrain you?n
"Ycs.n
"Ihen leave the matter to me- Only
promise me that if obtain VI. Capdcnac's
acquiSccncc my cousin shall he free
eyes, promise you she shall be free"
htN' Nbtll MOIu NOW |
VIII leave you. But, by the way, what
is this Capdenac's address,"
at is 100 rue Dcnx -Epccs"
81 will go there nj once. Goodby.r
"Ah!' thought NJ. Bouvard, ..you are
going to throw yourself in the lions den.
and you will get what you deserve"
Anatolc hnstcned TO the address the
Professor had given him. 1t was six
O'Clock when he reached the house. He
rang the bell violently.
''Who is therc!' cried deep voice be-
hind the door.
"Lct me in. l have an important
communication from NJ. Bouvard.n
Anatolc heard the rafting of safety
chain which was being removed. and the
sound of n key which was turned in three
locks successfully.
''Well, this man is we'll guar,lcdm cx-
claimed Anatolc.
AT last the door was opened, and Ana
tolc found himself in the presence of Il
man who had fierce curling mustachcs
and was arrayed like n buccanccr
"You sec-always prepared" said NJ
Capdenac. ."That is my motto"
S ""''" WI VIZ icttItiou IOOUl WE'RE
covered with panoplies. In the little
room to which Capdcnac led his visitor
one saw nothing but -yataghans,
poisoned arrows, sabrcs, swords, pistols
and blundcrbusses. II was veritable
arsenal. 1t was enough to strike terror
to the soul of timd person.
"Bah!' thought Anatolc "What
does it mattcr9 shall die within two
hours in any case"
Monsieur said Capdcnac, "what is
the object of -
"Monsieur," replied Anatole. inter
rupting him, ''you wish to marry Mile.
Niccttc2"
"Yes, Monsieur"
Monsieur, you shall not marry her."
"Ah, blood! and who will prevent
me2"
a."
Capdenac gazcd at Anatolc who was
not very large, but who looked very de-
tcrmincd.
"Ah, young man, Z" he said at last, ssyou
have the non1 fortuna 70 find ,oo ~