Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1892-07-31
FRENCH GAS.

In the Faubourg st. German, and /
played IN addition the dual role of /
nuTsemaid chef,
II cannot think what il is" said |
she, rolling her eyes mysteliously. 1T |
was kind Of soldier that brought it,
aud he was pretty stiff about il, too.
And So she continued, I've just
busted myself packing up bit
Packing up, l groaned, land we
paid our three months rent in adj
vance but yesterday Why, what are
you thinking Off"
I'm thinkin'," said She, turning
red at the idea of being questioned,
.tthat ii wasn't for nothini thin Frlnch
frogs was singin' and jumpin' Bou-
LANCER in the streets all last night" BY
this time we were in the parlor and
she had closed the door TIN think
in, she went ON, solemnly holding
up the document, that thin Germans
have declared a war, and we've a right
To 60 home. God knows / want no
foreigner givin' me the last sacramint
in Frinchr
Sally's lip quivered; she fell into
the best chair, tanning herself with
her apron. She realized that there
was no time for etiquttc in the hour Of
death.
1t was long document. From the
beginning to the argument proper was
about twenty iive centimeters- little
more than a yard of whereas, where
fore, in the name of the French Re.
public liberty, equality and
fraternity the august mum.
cipal government Of Paris
..Nly e lie. Ia
ward the sacred provisions
of French law, etc. In short, il |
wanted gas in the house, would
please comply with the formalities
prescribed by law,
Sally went out TO broil the beef.
steak, while ! made an unsuccessful
attempt to drown my excitement IN u
French newspaper without any news
in il.
In France there is much that is con.
troiled by law. Among other things
the government is gas, and gas is the
government \ month before our war
excitement slippery, smiling land
lord had called To say that the apart
nient house i'll which we lived had
changed hands, and he had become
the owner. A noble old gray stone
structure was the house, with solid
oak stairs that were the pride of my
heart,
True, the building is over hun
dred years old, said the new landlord
hut as it stands it will outlast two
new ones. We no longer build good
houses; we modern f'renchmen are
too hurried, above all in Paris, where
everything is done with rush.
| looked al him with interest
Il shouldn't say word | am an
enterprising young chap myself, he
continued, soothing down his embon.
point, the result of over half cen
fury of French cooking Now, al
though mamma considers II danger.
GUS risk, for once | am going against
her advice | want To do something
for my tenants. and ! am going TO put
gas into the house,
When he left | gave him good
American handshake Sally and
were delighted No more spots OF
glimmer in oceans of gloom. No more
Rembrandt dlshwashing one half the
plate in light. the other IN blacklist
shade. No more candle grease on the
furniture No more struggles with
those wound up French lamps that
are useless unless you can afford To
keep clock maker. No more sitting
down To read or write like an Irish
corpse,
with dozen . candles aroana his head
by next week al the latest. said
10 Sally, I'VE shall have gas.
During the next week our anxious
lookout discovered no signs OF the
promised luxury. The week follow.
ing we saw two workmen talking in
an airy French WAY With two others.
Toward the end Of the following week
it resulted in an amicable breakfast ON
our sidewalk After that 1t went on
swlmmmgly-a according 10 the French
standard In less than a month there
were breaks in the sidewalk, al the
end of six weeks We entered the court
by means of plank that brldgcd a
chasm four feet deep Is time rolled
on, and We had by force Of habit al
most become attached 10 candle light,
we had message; rich ceutenarlan
smells. born Of the garlic Of dead en-
pires, rose up from the cellar IL tell
US that something was going 10 hap.
pen soon. 1t happened
Again th faithful Sally met me on
the stairs, this time all IN smiles and
her best embroidered apron It's
ten. Boulanger, said she lies
been waitin,, half an hour, but its all
right, he 81 ms interested in the pic
lures and things.
You're r'ad, gasped. What arc
you talking aboulp
Hes come because we're neighbors
and Americans, oil course, she went
On. Heaven be praised for il there's
War bell look after Us himself. aud
see that we get home all right
The Trenchman who rose 10 meet
me, with his pointed beard. cooked
hat, froek coat, gold stripes and brass
buttons, did not look unlike Bou
LANCER.
Ny dear madame, said he, with
one hand on his heart. very like an
imitation Frenchman III nm American
play, Il have called 10 see you on be-
half OF the city of Paris, TO attend to
the municipal regulations in connec.
ton with the city's Mutual Partisan
Company OF Heating and Illuminating
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