The evening times., 1895-08-14
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STORY OF A POTATO.
Being q Purely Parisian Tale of the
Purely Impossible.

Mile. Aylae, a mflliner by trade, was
open window peeling potaiosn
dow was on the nfih/ =
out on the Rue Lepc. 5odoel1y0 ~
the potatoes slipped through her fling
dropped over the edge of the window
sill and disappeared into space. II =
with a bang upon a gentleman who vi
passing beneath, and made q deep de-
In his elegant silk hat
This gentleman who had only Just
been to pay bill al his hafter's, was
seized with sudden and uncontrollabia
fury.
He glanced up at the house. and. see.
ing window on the fifth story shna
down hurriedly with a bang. he forgot
everything in his rage and made a rush
for the front door. opened 1t, tore
through II and ran precipitately up.'
stairs, with no other intention than
making the guilty person suffer for his
clumsiness.
1t took him but two seconds to reach
the landing on the second floor. when a
door suddenly opened and a person rushed
out in a great hurry and fell heavily into
his arms.
Z. The two men eyed each other foE
moment with angry and astonished looks.
ready to abuse each other, when both
simultaneously uttered an exclamatioa
of surprise.
"Anata3el" +
Edgar!
Anatole Baudruche and Edgar Bricne-
ton were two old college chums. They
had not met since the day when they
took their bachelor of arts degree to-
gether, twelve years before. In spite of
this long interval in their intercourse.
they found on the occasion of this sud-
den meeting that they had very little
ready change of conversation Edgar was
the first to speak ?
Say, your hat looks very pretty" he
said.
do not speak Of it. 1t has just served
as target for a potato that fell from
the fifth story
And now you are going upstairs to
restore the potato to its owner? That's
very nice of you
Not by any means, I'm going to charge
the clumsy devil with this crime-try to
make him pay for a new hat"
well, SO far as that is concerned,
you might as well tackle CORPSE :
And why, if you please?'' ;
because old Bidoche is an old hedge
hog who will kick you downstairs, even
if he opens the door for you at all"
''Old Bidoche?''
Yes, the man you are after. for II
can be no other than he. All the ren~
ants in the building are always having
trouble with him. One might think that
he made a point of being as disagreeabls
TO every one as he possibly can"
'.TheD do you live in this house,"
NO; bat an aunt of mine does, and
scarcely day passes without her hav-
ing a scrap with old Bidoche. II you
will allow me, i will go up with you;
two heads are better than one in mat
ter like this
So Edgar and Anatole went up three
flights together and stopped outside q
door, through which came softly the
sounds of melodious musical instrus
meDt"
This is the room," said Edgar.
Hes praciicing on his bassoon-"
With these words ne pulled the bell
and the bassoon suddenly ceased. Then
the shuffliDg OF feet was heard along
the floor, the door opened, and there.
framed III the doorway, stood a little,
old man, with a benevolent, smiling face,
and a Iarge-sized bassoon resting across
one arm
what do the gentlemen desire.- asked
the little old man.
m. Bidoche," replied Edgar.
Yes, the wretched Bidoche,- added
Anatole, shaking his ruined hat In one
hand and with the other placing the
potato ON the tip of the musicians NO Sc.
M. Bidoche?" replied the old man po-,
litely II do not know him. / never heard
| of him" )
Whats that? What's that" cried Edgar.
Are you trying to deceive us?r
Not at ALL answered the old nan
| quietly There must be mistake some
where My name is Molesquin. I am
| tae SOLO DassJon in the orchestra of the
| Ttiedtre des Gobelins and moved in this
morning"
"Just our lUcki'' cried Edgar. "Bidoche
must have moved out"
Then continued Anatole, you are
not the man who threw this potato ON my
hate"
Il only eat green vegetables" ;" answered
Molesquin. Nevertheless, If the gentle
mcn will come in for a short while I
will play them my part in the Tour de
Nesles.' There are some interesting pas
sages in it"
Anatoie and Edgar did not ike to refuse,
| and went into the old musicians room
Molesquin gave them 4 seat and some
| cigarettes, and then going up to his music
stand he played through for their benefit
the whole of the first bassoon part In the
Tour de Nesles.''
Edgar made a brave face over 1t,
while Anatole sat at the window with
his potato in his hand and scarcely able
to contain his impatiencc.
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