Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-05-10


STREET.
under her knitted black shawl the little
tin milk can. filed with vitriol. On
the other side of the busy street the
sign of the 'Cafe du Progressive
games of billiards and glass of book,
twenty-five centimes-Chicken livers
every Saturday" illuminated the side
walk, and the row Of gas jets, which
were only lighted on Sundays and fort
nightly Saturdays. made halo of light
around the frame OF the door way; the
gas jets blown hither and thlther by
the night wind. Each time that the
glass door was opened confused mur-
muir of voices was heard, shouts OF
laughter and gay jests escaped from
the tap-room. Anatole was there;
Nellie had seen him enter; sha was
sure of that. Anatole, the house paint
er, who had wronged her the spring
previous, who had promised her mar
riage, and now that she was in trouble,
had deserted her. She had remained
an honest girl until she was twenty-five
years old, and then she had fallen mad
ly in love with him.
Yesterday she had waited patiently
for him at the end of his days work
waited for him to come out OF a new
house upon which he was working; she
had stopped and with tears supplcated
him to do her justice. But he was turi-
Gus at her.
Enough, enough, my girl. Your
baby? Am l alone to blame for that?"
Yes, he had dared to say that to her
face! Now she detested him as much
as she once loved him, and she would
be revenged. never fear. They could
have been so happy had he willed it.
She would have rented little apart
ment on the fifth floor" which she
knew of at the end Of the Faubourg,
and from which glimpse of the dis
tant country and the hills on the hori-
zon could be seen; she would have fur
nished the rooms with furniture from
Crepin's, and she would have been SO
good housekeeper that he would have
had nothing to complain of. Anatole
was famous in his trade. He could
marbelize and make ornamental letters,
and earned as high as eight francs a
dav, She, when times were good,
could make from three francs fifty CEN
times to four francs day at her sewing
machine. Who knows? By dint Of
eqonomy they might have been able to
set up in business some day. Anatole
would have been master painter, and
perhaps, in time, they might have be-
come bourgeois. What fine dream!
Instead Of which she would be a girl
mother and her baby would be born in
a hospital
And Monsieur" was in the cafe! He
played a good game of billiards! He
played a difficult stroke, the cue be-
hind his back, zen officierw It would
not be he who would suffer. No, in
deed, there was no danger of that.
When he had won the game he would
come out with his companions, his face
flushed with the wine he had drank, he
would light cigarette and then he
would stroll away, his hands in his
pockets, and go in search OF his new
friend-that horrid red-headed crea'
ture whose bangs hung down to her
eyes. ;,
But no parallel infamies should moi
come to pass thus! No! That hand
some faced Anatole shall remember
he shall remember Nellie to his dying
day! She had bought some vitriol
she was on the lookout for him anc
presently when he comes out of the
cafe, she will take the cover off hel
milk can, and the-full in the face
She now held that pretty face with it,
cute little mustache in execration. Ah
what atrocious Joy she would have fel
to have been able to tear him witt
her nails. The fury Of a beast pos
sessed her. She would be sent II
prison? Well, so be it! But tho'
at least, cursed one, cannot bluste
about as formerly and ogle the -pratt.