Las Vegas free press. (East Las Vegas, N.M.) 1891-1???, 1892-05-14
LAS VEGAS F Rec Press
SATURDAY, MAY IL 1892.
THE UNwz1cOxH vIsITua.
by LORRAINE DIMoND.


ated on the Boulevard de Richelieu.
He was the spoiled son of veal
thy Bourbon family, yet with all his
faults great pet of the fashionable
world of Paris.
At this writing Monsieur was in
a superbly furnished apartment, pre-
pairing for ball which was to take
place at o'clock at ST. Denis hall.
While standing before a mirror,
frantically endeavoring to fasten
refractory collar, he tore his shirt.
"Sacrel" he muttered between his
clinched teeth, tearing the garment
from his back at the same time.
After this spasm he went to the
drawer aud took out another shirt.
"Diable!" he cried, as his eye caught
sight of the clock, "Iere it is $3.50,
and / not ready yet. Diable! when
1 pull one way fate pulls another"
Having succeeded in fixing his
shirt and collar to suit his fastidious
taste, he started to tie his cravat.
"Diablew he exclaimed again, "there
is no end of trouble for a society
man. Mon Dieul what will ma chere
annie la Duchesse say if | disappoint
her?" And he threw himself upon
the couch, biting the innocent lace
coverings in his furious rage. "Dia-
Bile! the thought drives me mad,
but" The sentence remained I'M
finished, for hardly had the term
Diable! been pronounced ere he was
aware that repulsive looking visit
or stood before him.
"What do you here, and who are
your" demanded Monsieur.
"Silence, sir" commanded the
stranger in an imperious voice.
"Thou hast called me three times to-
night. / am in no humor to ex-
plain who l am or why am here.
Strike me! Strike me! if you dare,
sir!"
"Then who the devil are youT
asked Monsieur, timidly, as he tried
to keep himself from trembling.
II am the devil"
"The devil you are"
eyes, / am, and / want none of
your French foolishness. am here
on business. The God of the infer
nal regions can no more be Knocked
than the Supreme One. Come with
me, you victim of fashion! come
with me-" and impelled by some ir-
resistible force, Monsieur had to fol-
low.
1t was dark, and not an eye saw
them speeding through the bOule-
ward.
"Thou hast read" said the devil
to his companion, "of the African
and Asiatic slavery, of the Russian
serfs, of the poems of Mexico, of the
slaves of the moneyed snobocracy
of nations, of the slaves of the Com
pagnie Generate Transatlantique, of
starving Irishmen, of famine stricken
Hindoos and of the miseries of your
own countrymen in the catastrophe
of war. All this thou hast read, but
thou hast never seen trouble"
The lmpelling force within the
soul of Monsieur Des PLANES grew
stronger, and he gradually became
unconscious TO all save the voice and
the vision.
"Behold," cried Satan, "trouble,"
and an image of girl arose; she
was cripple, but reflection from
heaven was upon her countenance,
making it a thousand times more
beautiful. "This girl" said Satan,
"has supported herself for 30 years,
without a complaint TO man or a
murmur to God. / could gore you
with my horns and trample you be-
meath my hoofs, but to show you
that am more merciful than you are
i will refrain.
"Tropble is a word that should
never burden mortal tongue,f for there
is no trouble save in hell. Trouble
indeed behold newsboy supporting
his mother during her illness. They
live in a garnet not half mile from
your home, you migrate.
"Behold a poor woman leaning