The evening world., 1893-09-20

A steeple dominates the town--the
square belfry Of st. Philnlene. with q
chime of bells which are sometimes
stirred by the tempest. 1t Is consid-
cred a bad omen and always inspires
terror throughout the country.
Such is Luktrop. Then outside are
scattered houses standing amid the
broom and furze. as in Brittany. But
it isn't in Brittany. Is 1t in France?
don't know. In Europe? l don't
know that, either. At any rate. don't
look for Luktrop on the map--not even
In Stieler's atlas.
Tap! A timid knock was heard on
the narrow door of the Six-Quatre at
the left angle Of the Rue Messagliere
1t was one Of the most comfortable
houses. II the word can be applied to
Luktrop.
The knock was answered by savage
barking. :ntermingled with bowling, like
the barking Of a wolf. Then a window
above the door opened. Deuce take
these troublesome people" said an angry
voice.
,. young girl. wrapped in a shabby
cloak. who stood shivering in the rain,
asked IL DIR. Trifulgas was at home.
HE is or understanding to c,rcum-
stances"
i've come to ask him to go to my
dying father"
Where is he dying?"
"on the coast of Val Harmon. four
miles from here
What Is his name?"
wort Kartlf."
Wort Kartif?"
Eyes, and II DR.. Trifulgas"-
"Dr. Trifulgas isn't in"
And the window closed abruptly, while
the roar Of the wind and the rush Of
the rain blended In a deafening noise
This Or. Tritulgas was hard man.
His old dog Hurzof. a crors between a
bulldog and a spaniel-would have had
more pity. His house. Six-Quatre. in
hospitable to the poor, opened only to
the rich. Besides he had a regular
scale Of charges for his services-so
much for typhoid fever. so much for
a congestion. so much for pericarditis
and other diseases which doctors in
vent by the dozen. Now, Wort Kartif
was a poor man. a member Of an insig-
nifcant family. Why should DIR. Tri-
fulgas disturb himself. and on such a
night?
Just getting me up was worth 10
fretzers." he muttered, as he went back
to his bed.
Scarcely twenty minutes had passed
when the iron knocker again struck
on the door OF the Six-Quatre.
The doctor, in rage. again leaned
out OF the window.
Who's there?' he shouted.
II am Wort Kartifs wife"
THE man at Val Karinon?"
Yves, and IL you don't come he will
die"
well, you'll be a widow"
Here are 20 fretxers."
Twenty fretEers to go to Val Kari
non. four miles off! No. thank you
Deuce take me II will"
And the widow banged again. Twenty
fretxers! A fine piece Of business! Risl
a cold or lumbago for 20 fretzers. espe
cially when, the next morning. he was
expected at Kiltrono by the rich Ed
zingov, from whose govt he made q
fretzers a visit.
with this agreeable prospect DIR. Tri
fulsas slept still more soundly than be
fore.
i WHO'D oo-oo! Mi-i-ish! And then tap
tap! tap! This time three blows from
the knocker, Piled by more resolut
hand. blended with the noise OF tn
storm. The doctor woke, but In what
temper! When the window was opened
the wind burst In like a bombshell.
1T is for Wort Kartif."
THAT miserable fellow again."
Il am his mother"
May his mother. his wife and hi
daughter die with him."
He has an attack Of
well. let him defend himself"
"They have sent you some money" tn
old woman added. IAN instalment O
the house which was sold to Dontru
on the Rue Messagliere. II you don
come my granddaughter will be father
less. my daughter a widow and / sha
have no SON."
1t was pitiful and terrible to hear TIL
aged woman's voice. to think that tn
wind was chilling the blood in he
veins, that the rain was drenching he
thin form!
IAN attack OF epilepsy is worth 2
fretzers." replied the heartless Trifu
gas.
1--WE have only 100"
Good evening"
And the window shut again. But @
reflection 100 fretzers for two hour
walk. including the visit. that was
, fretzers an hour. a fretzer a minute. tt
profit was small. yet after all not to I
despised.
Instead of going back to bed the doct,
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