The Portland daily press., 1892-10-12

at 8 o'clock-after that it will be too
late; now therefore is the time for ac-
ton. The hour is little unusual for
visiting people, but when / reflect that
five hours hence | shall be no more
conclude that I have no time for stand
ing on etiquette. Forward-my life for
Nicette?'
Anatole rose, and then perceiving that
he had no money he gave his gold watch
to the waiter in payment for the cham
pagne-a watch worth 500 francs.
The garcon took the chronometer and
examined it closely-weighed it in his
hand, opened it and finally put it in his
pocket doubtfuIly and without thanking
Anatole. -
1t was o'clock in the morning when
he rang at the door of M. Bouvard, the
guardian of M. Nicette. He rang once,
twice, and at the third tug broke the
bell wire. At length NJ. Bouvard him
self, in his nightdress and in great
alarm, came and opened the door.
"What is the matter-is the house on
fre?'
'sNo, my dear M. Bouvard,' said Ana
tole. 81 have only paid you little
visit
Sat this hour!"
est is pleasant to see you at any hour,
my dear M. Bouvard! But you are so
lightly dressed-pray get into bed
again"
81 am going to do SO. But I suppose,
monsieur, that it was not simply to trou-
Bile me in this way that you have come
at such an hour? You have something
of importance to say to lne?"
every important, M. Bouvard! 1t is
to tell you that you must renounce the
idea of marrying my cousin Nicette to
NJ Capdenac."
'What do you say?s
'.You must renounce that project"
.Never, monsieurl never!'
Don't fly in the face of Providence
by using such language"
my resolution is fixed, monsieur;
this marriage will take place"
cit will not, monsieur
'Vye will sec about that. And now
that you have had my answer, monsieur,
I'll not detain YOU
"a speech none too polite, M. Bou-
ward; but, as ! am as good natured as
am tenacious, will pass over it, and
remain"
''Stay, if it pleases you to do SO, but |
shall consider you gone and hold no
further conversation with you"
Saying which M. Bouvard turned his
face to the wall, grumbling to himself
stWas ever such thing seen2 rousing
a man at such an hour. breaking his
sleep, only to pour into his ears such
pack of nonsensep'-
Suddenly M. Bouvard sprang into
sitting posture in his bed
Anatole had possessed himself Of the
professors trombone, into which he was
blowing like a deaf man and sending
from the tortured instrument sounds OF
indescribable detestableness.
"My presentation trombone, given me
by my pupils Let that instrument
alone, monsieur
monsieur, you consider me gone.
shall consider you absent, and shall
amuse myself until you return. Couacl
couac! fromni brout! Eth? That was a
fine motel"
"You will get me turned out of the
house; my landlord will not allow a
trombone to be played here after mid
night"
"A man who evidently hath notmusic
in his soul! Frroutl TROUT, prrrl'
"You will split my ears! You'll spoil
nv instrument "a trombone badly
played on is trombone destroyed, mon
sieurp'
"Couac! prounn, pra-pra-prrr"--
"For mercy's sake, give overt
"Will you CONSENT"
ITO WHAT"
"To renounce the idea of that mar
riage!"
Monsieur, cannot!'
stThen-cOuac"
"M. Capdenac"-
"Prrrroum"-
sis terrible man to deal WITH
'Frrroutt"-
eff were to offer him such an afront
he would kill me-"
SIS that the only reason which stops
your"
"That-and several Others"
SIN that case leave the matter to me.
only swear to me that if I obtain NJ.
Capdenac's pronunciation my cousin shall
be free to choose a husband for herself"
REALLY, monsieur, you abuse
"Cauac, frrroutt, ffuit, brrrout'
tMonsieur, monsieur-she shall be
free"
Bravo! I have your word. Will you
now allow me to retire? By the way,
where does your Capdenac liver"
Zone hundred Rue DIES Deux-Epees.
81 fly thither! Until we meet again.
"You are going to throw yourself into
the lions mouth, and he will teach you
lesson you Deserve" said M. Bouvard
as Anatole hurried from the bedchaln-
Der and shut the door after him.
Without a moments hesitation Ana
tole betook himself to the address of the
fire eating fencer; it was just o'clock
when he arrived there. He rang the
doorbell.
"Who il there?" demanded rough
r,o;oo 1,al,ird tho door