The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1891-08-16

notes in the stable boys bed. By so doing
suspicion will be directed toward him."
The Mayor, the garde-champetre and the
hostess all three stared at each other in
horror.
A DREADFUL CONSPIRACY.
"And the old MANI" demanded the short
blonde.
1--WE will kill himr'
Evidently. But in what way? By beat
Ing him on the head with a hammer!
The way they murdered the Widow Bor-
Michel! whispered the hostess, whose teeth
were chattering.
BEAT him with hammer, pshaw! That's
very commonplace" objected the tall dark
man. well, We will see. The young girl
remains to be disposed Off
"Oh! as for her, there's not particle of
trouble, said the short blonde. wen
Ilage Is bere-close by the wood. We alb
duct the girl and crack goes the whip! To-
morrow she will be in the power of the
Marquis de Corlayor ~
The Mayor drew himself up. He was as
pale as death. The others showed the
whites OF their eyes.
"Ah! the wretchesw growled the magis-
trate What an abyss of perversity
Ramageot," pursued he, with savage en-
ergy. I'VE will save these peoDleW
Yes, Monsieur the Mayor
Break down the doorI''
While the Mayor was making sign to
the peasants, who had remained outside, to
come to his aid with their strength, Rama
geot, who had drawn his sword, turned the
dOor-knob.
either side of table loaded with papers,
the pitcher of cider between them.
I'm THE LAWS NAME!"
AT the sight of the menacing crowd who
had violated their retreat they arose in
establishment
In the laws name l arrest your thun-
dered the Mayor, who had made rampant
Tor himself of Ramageot's body.
What does this mean?"
o evasons! You are unmasked! You
are the assassins of the Widow Borniche p
The Widow Borniche? Who's she?
exclaimed the two accused men with stupe-
faction.
while awaiting the gendarmes who
have been sent for l command you TO
answer my questions. j am the Nay0r!'
declared he with solemnty. encirclng his
stomach with his sash. 'Replyi Who is
"Assassinate?-us All! that joke passes
the bounds of vaudevillep'
Inc name OF that young GIRL" continued
the Mayor, tragically swelling his voice,
of that pure maiden whom you wish to
9elVer up TO your Infamous accomplice, the
Marquis de Corlayor?"
CONFUsIoN's MASTERPIECE.
H"ihN WV 1UuHs ulSu DuESG
out into mad, Homeric, inextinguishable
laughter, to the great scandal of the specta-
tors, who were ready to fall upon them, and
1t was with much difficulty that one of the
twain, making sign that he was about to
speak, could recover sufficient seriousness
to articulate:
so you were listening at the keyhole :?
And you have heard the prologue of a
drama we are writing in collaboration and
which will be performed this winter al the
Theatre de PAmbigu! Justin Maueart, Paul
Lardy,, he added. pointing to himself and
presenting his companion.
What! You are-2"
Simply two dramatic authors taking a
vacation, which means that the dead we
XIII enjoy the best of health,'" acclaimed
he with comic emphasis.
And the twain laughed louder than ever.
1t was necessary to admit the evidence
the two writer's we're furnished with the
proper papers establishing their Identity
The Mayor, confused by his awkward fix,
quilted them after having made his excuses,
and went OFF, followed by Ramageot, whin-
ing IN tone of CONSERVATION:
And the gendarmes / sept for! What
shall say to them? They will take me for
a fool. eb, Ramageot?'
Yes. Monsieur the Mayorl" frankly ap-
proved hamageot. MICHEL fHIvARs.