Bennington semi-weekly banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 1894-1902, 1894-11-16

My namo is Molcsquin. am the solo
bassoon in the orchestra of the Theater des
Gobelinc, ard l moved in this morning"
Just our luck" cried Edgar. "Bi-
doche must have moved out"
Then" continued Anatole, you are
not the man who threw this potato on my
hat?'
II only eat green vegetables, " answered
Molesquin. Nevertheless, if the gentle
men will come in for short while, will
play them my part in the Tour dc Nesles'
There arc some interesting passages in it."
Anatolo and Edgar did not like to refuse
! and went into the old musicians room.
Molesquin gave them "a scat and some Gig
arettes, and thcn going up to his music
stand, he played through for their benefit
the whole of tho first bassoon part in the
Tour dc Neslos."
Edgar made a brave face over it, while
Anatolo sat ut the window with his potato
in his hand and scarcely able to contain
his impatience
Suddenly the musician struck false
note. 1t increased Anatole's impatience
so much that he gave jump and in so
doing allowed the potato TO slip from his
| fingers. 1t rolled over the window sill and
with hop disappeared into the street be-
how.
When Mile Aglae dropped her potato
into tho street, she was overcome with
fear. She hurriedly shut her window, SO
that in case there had been an accident no
one would suspect her. Then she sat down
and quietly awaited tho turn of events
What, then was her terror when she heard
! steps coming up the stairs-the steps Of
men, of two men, heavy and loudl
They policemen" she thought, and at
the thought her little heart began to beat
more quickly, while cold perspiraTIon
broke out Oh her pretty white shoulders
! But just when she expected to hear tho
mems cruel fists knocking at the door Of
her little room her face suddenly resumed
its calm and peaceful expression.
The steps had stopped at the door of the
neighboring room, and she heard the bell
ring, the door open and the strange visit
oTs pass into the room behind.
Still she was afraid to move for some
time, fearing, with logical mind, that when
the police found the tenants next door were
innocent they would come in and accuse
her. After some moments, however, she
gained enough courage to conceal the bas-
| ket of potatoes, which must otherwise have
appeared so much against her, and forced
herself to put on an innocent expression
with which to meet the police.
After waiting little longer and hearing
no noise of steps, but only the bassoon,
she became completely treasured.
In order to make assurance doubly sure
she opened her cupboard, and, taking out
che milk jar, opened the door quietly and
| cropt down the stairs and into the street
to get 4 sous worth Of milk from tho dairy
at the corner. In this way she hoped to
make an alibi, and her case would be too
strong for the slightest suspicion. Be.
sides she wanted some milk to boil her
potatoes in and it was her intention to
put in a caulillower as well.
So she bought her sous worth of milk
and started on the return journey, with her
spirit at rest and her milk bottle carefully
held in front Of her. Suddenly she felt
violent blow on her fingers, and at the
same moment her hands, her bare arms,
her corsagc, face eyes, hair and mouth
were covered with milk.
1t was the potato that had slipped from
Anatole's hand and had landed with re-
markable precision right in the very mouth
of the milk jar.
ooh, mamma" cried Aglae in despair,
what has happened? Who has done this?"
And she fled up the staircase, only to run
plump into the arms of Anatole.
Anatole, as a matter of fact, when he
saw the potato flying downward remem-
bered the police ordinance against throw
ing things out of the windows after 10 a.
m. and decided to leave Molesquin as soon
as was at once polite and possible. He
shook Edgar, who had fallen asleep, and
after promising Molesquin to return the
next day and take lessons from him had
hurried heller SHELTER out Of tho door, the
bassoonist accompanying him as far as the
door.
At the moment when the door opened
Aglae was coming up the stairs four steps
at a time. Aglao and Anatole found each
other face to face, Aglae with her face and
hair running with milk and Anatolo with
his hat all mashed in on his head
They stopped. They looked at each 9TH
er, and they understood it ALL
Monsieur" cried Aglae, ''you are q
fool"
And you, mademoisolle, your fingers
are made of blotting paper, replied Ana
tole.
"You are a rude man, sir"
"And you are i'll bred"
"a man who cannot hold q potato in
his hand should not undertake to give les
sons to anybody"
Il advise you to say as little as possible
mademoisolle When girl cannot peel a
potato without letting it drop, she should
not meddlo with cooking. She should take
her meals at a restaurant"
II shall take no instructions from you
monsieur"
None the less, mademoiselle repeat
you should take your meals at a restau-
rant. 1 know very nice one on La Place
Pigalll do indeed, mademoiselle
We'll, go there yourself, monsieur"
"Oh, SO you think that 1 would 60 to a
restaurant with my hat smashed in this
fashionr'