Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1890-07-12

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in few hours, and he gave her the two
louis.
This incident did him good. So far
he had been like man struck on the
head with club; but now his stupor
passed away, and he got a fresh grasp of
his scattered ideas.
He looked at his watch.
"Three o'clock in the morningl II
is time to go to bed-go to bed! Give
my last six hours to sleep?. No, cer-
tainly have something better to do than
that, but what?-ohl to be sure, there's
my will to make"
| Not far away was restaurant that
kept open all night. Anatole went
there.
waiter, bottle of champagne and a
bottle of ink"
He drank glass of wine and looked
at his paper, meditatively.
ITO whom shall leave my income of
six thousand francs? / have no father
or mother, which is lucky thing for
them. And among the persons who in
terest me see only one-Nicettew
Nicette was charming young girl of
eighteen, with light hair and large
black eyes. She was an orphan like
himself.
His last will was quickly drawn up
| and every thing went to Nicette.
Poor Nicette," he thought; 'she was
very sad the last time l saw her. Has
not her guardian-who knows nothing
| of the world outside his class in wind
instruments at the conservatory-seen
fit to promise her hand to brute.
sort of bravo, whom she detests? She
detests him the more because she loves
another, if 1 have clearly understood
her confessions, full of reserves and
embarrassment. Who is this happy
mortal? do not know; but he is cer-
tainly worthy of her, since she has
chosen him. Kind, gentle, affectionate
Nicette deserves an ideal husband. All!
she is just the woman that l should
have desired, fit is outrageous to
force her-to spoil her life by confiding
such treasure to brute. Never be-
fore did ] so we'll understand the gen.
erous ardor that inflamed knights err
rant, and impelled them to deliver op-
pressed beauties. And if l should not
restrain myself!-but why should 1 re-
strain myself? Why should I not be
Nicette's knight? 1t is settled, and
from tomorrow morning-but to-mor-
row will be tno late. 1 must act at
once. The hour is little unreason-
able for seeing people; but when
think that l shall be dead in five hours
don't mind the proprieties to that ex-
tent. Come! my life for Nicette!'
1t was four o'clock in the morning
when Anatole rang at the door of MIC
cites guardian, NJ. Bouvard.
SIS there fire?"
mo, dear NJ. Bouvard," said Anatole;
81 came to make little call"
''But / suppose, monsieur, that since
you disturb me in this way you have
something very important to say to me-"
every important, M. Bouvard. You
must abandon the marriage of my cous-
in Nicette to NJ. Capdenac.'
Never, monsieur, never"
sit will not take place!"
"We shall see. And now that you know
my reply, monsieur, will detain you
no longer"
''That is very kind of you; but am
good as we'll as tenacious, NJ. Bouvard; 1
take no offense at your procedure, and
remain"
Remain if you like. consider you
as gone, and l have no more to say to
you"
"Do you consent?"
"To what?'
Abandon the marriage"
"But, monsieur, NJ. Capdenac is ter
rible mani"
t., l,,+ 1a@, 4 D., l.
to me that if 1 induce M. Capdenac to
give up his claim my cousin shall be
Free"
''Yes, monsieur, she shall be free"
When Anatole arrived at the address
given him it was nearly six o'clock in
the morning.
"Who's there?" asked gruff voice,
through the door.
"Open. A very serious message from
M. Bouvard."
Finally the door opened, and Anatole
found himself in the presence of q ma n
with stiff mustache who wore for his
nightdress costume of the fencing
school.
Monsieur" said Capdenac, "May |
know"
Monsieur" answered Anatole, "you
wish to marry Mile. Nicette?"
"Yes, Monsieur"
Monsieur, you shall not marry her!"
"Ah! thunder! All, blood! And who
will prevent me?"
81"
Capdenac looked at Anatole, who was
not very large, but who seemed very de-
cided.
"Ah, young man." said he. at last, SIT |
is lucky for you that you find me in one
of my good-humored moments. Take |
advantage of it, Run away while there
is yet time. Otherwise do not answer
for your days"
''Nor for yours"
"a challenge to me! Capdenac! Do
you know that have fought twenty |
duels, and that have had the misfor-
tune to kill five of my adversaries and
wound fifteen others? Oh, come, take |
pity on your youth. Once more save
Yourself"