Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1894-06-09


The second ran:
MONSIEUR, THE MILLER: I adore your
daughter and | burn tn he her husband.
Tonight at 9:30 o'clock | shall have the
pleasure of asking you for your consent"
And the third was Us follows:
The undersigned. madly In love with
Mile. Bernard. begs respectfully to inform
her father of the fact. Tonight at the
learn whether he may be agreeable as her
iiance"
The first letter was signed by Jean,
the second by Martin and the third
by jacques, with the surname follow
ing the surnames, IL you please, of
three of the best and wcalthiest
families Of the ghborhood.
That's what l call joke in bad
taste" said Marthe, shrhgging her
shoulders and casting a reassuring
glance toward poor Thomas. who was
white us sheet and trembling like n
leaf.
IF 1t is a joke" growled Bernard,
"the first of these brave fellows that
comes will get q reception calculated
to prevent the other two from follow.
ing his example,"
Talking to himself in the manner
Of all peasants who are absorbed with
n single idea. he grasped Thomas by
the hand and led him away. You
may be sure Of that Thomas, heinz"
Thomas would infinitely have
rather remained there by the side OF
his cousin who seemed to him more
charming now than ever.
And now imagine you would not
be sorry to learn the triple solution
Of the epistolary puzzle.
Know then that Jean Monnoreaux,
Martin Bondois and jacques Moulinot
were three good friends, who, in the
course Of conversation one night,
learned that they one and all found
the daughter Of the miller very much
to their taste.
AL three loved with honest pur.
pose, and all three were able by kind.
ness Of fortune to aspire to the hand
OF the Miller's daughter. The knowl.
edge OF this had allowed to grow up
between the three of them certain
sense OF awkwardness. They found
themselves noting the smallest nd
vances Of each other, laying little
plots and pitfalls in each others way
and spying upon one another In the
most wretched manner.
Jacques, whose heart was OF gold,
felt the position Of affairs very keenly
and 1t was he who, weary with 1t all
brought about the reconciliation OF
the three friends.
1--WE shall end by quarrelling alto.
gether and separating, he said to
them, land after being like brothers
ever since childhood, that would be a
great misfortune. Why should not
each Of us write to NJ. Bernard to let
him know of our wishes? Why not
each Of us 60, with short interval,
between our calls, for his answer?
All the better for him whom Mile,
Marthe chooses. Let us swear to beal
him no Ill will, and to be friends, as
We always used to be"
Martin went to get three sheets ol
paper, and you now know the Sc
cret OF the three letters received by
the miller.
Jean was the first to face the fire.
The three friends had cast lots ant
Jean was the fortunate one to act a.
leader, II not as victim. For it wa,
evident that II the miller took the
thing seriously, the first arriva
would have to bear the weight o.
his bad humor, and the miller wa.
well known to have q swift and heavy
fist.
twas q night without moon. The
air was moist and redolent Of haw'
thorn trees. A few stars, like flower.
in the gardens OF the sky, threw a fit
full and uncertain light upon tho
sleeping earth.
Jean did not feel particularly brave
The creaking Of the planks as he
crossed the bridge seemed to him al
the more sinister that the deep shnd'
ows Of the poplars engulfed the
stream beneath him in degree OF
darkness that even concealed the
fringe Of white, dancing foam along its
rocky banks.
When he had crossed the bridge he
sat down for moment on u low
bowlder, overgrown with moss, &c
mop his forehead.
The moments rest seemed to in
spire him with bad counsel, for sud
denly a wicked and disloyal thought
found its way into his mind.
what" he thought to himself,
"if were to prevent my rivals com,
ing to the mill ut the arranged hour!
There will be more time for me to
plead my own cause and the miller
will imagine that it Is they, not ],
who played the joke on him with the
letters"
But how? Nothing simpler than
to remove the two planks that rested
on the banks and alone made the
bridge passable. In the darkness OF
the trees, where it was almost neces'
sary to creep along on tip-toe, II
would be impossible to see the chasm
thus yawniny at their feet.
Unfortunate Martin and poor
Jacques, who knew the path anG
could find it with their eyes shut
would assurcdly take the plunge like
thoroughbreds.
True, there was ten feet OF watel
at least; but then both OF them
knew how to swim and there could bt
no risk to their lives.
Moreover, Jean reflected, "the!
will never dare present themselves II
their loved one-to their future wifi
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