The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1895-06-06


with clinched teeth, seized his hat and
dashed out of the room.
"Maurice, where are you goingp" cried
the young wife. "Wait a moment, i'm
plore you'll"
"Im going to see the monsieur in No.
III he cried, without stopping.
Madeleine, frightened and without any
voice left, sank upon the sofa. She was
very PALE and her breast was heaving.
Maurice found room No. II and knocked
at the door. Without waiting for an an
swer he opened the door and found him
self In the presence of big, bald man,
with round eyes and pulled cheeks, who
was in the act of shaving himself and ap-
peared very much surprised at this brlIsque
entrance
"Monsieurr' began Maurice, "this Is
your room, is it not?"
eyes, monsieurP'
"You have written letter to my wife
that is impertinent and insultingW
"Why"-
ooh, do not feign surprised"
"Monsieur!'
SIT is useless to assume the injured in
nocence expression, monsieur, /" roared the
exasperated Maurice sit is all can do
to keep myself from twisting your neck!"
"Oh'' cried the big fat man, making a
step backward.
Having the impudence to write to my
wife and to give her rendezvous in this
room'' gasped Maurice, choking with
rage.
The old gentleman, without replying,
hung himself to the bell rope, crying to
the man who answered its wild alarm:
ffTp Ea tbic Inn ito o11f nf horn ~
"Lunatic Lunatici You call me lu.
natic!'' spluttered Maurice.
And, bang! the enraged husband gave
the old gentleman q resounding smack on
the side of the face. The stout gentleman
replied at once with formidable whaok
with his shaving brush.
"You are an old scoundrel, sir!" roared
Maurice, wiping his face, which was GOV.
cred with lather.
"Leave my room at once!" painted the
stout old gentleman.
"When have cut your hand off, you
will never again write insolent letters to
womenP'
"HelpI Helpp' beloved the occupant
of No. II.
several guests, attracted by the noise
burst into the room.
ARREST that madmanl He's going to
cut my hand offP'
They threw themselves upon Maurice.
Gentlemen, let me go. wish to chas-
tise this individual. He had the impu-
dence to write an insulting note to my
wife" cried Maurice.
SIT is not true"
"Liarl You dare not deny it! Here it
t. 4 h. -. ~ . ,
"My name Is not Ludovic. You are
crazy manp'
"You are all witnesses, gentlemen, that
this old scoundrel continues to insult
me-"
"Pardon, messieurs," interrupted the
manager, "there certainly seems to be a
mistake somewhere. Ludovic was the
name of the man who occupied the room
before monsieur"
"This letter was brought to my wife
less than an hour ago."
sit is only an hour ago." said the portly
gentleman, that young man, very po-
lite and well dressed gave up this room to
me as the only one to be had in the house
He told me he was leaving the hotel today
and it would make no difference to him"
In word, Maurice had made mistake
duu bll0 fGdl dubQCF Ol INC l6GG6r QaQ l6IU al
hour before for Switzerland.
Thoroughly disconnected he overwhelmed
the man with excuses and apologies.
II will accept them. Monsieur, have
lived in America for 80 years and such o
thing never happened to me before, by the
ancestors of Pintard.'
"Whatl" cried Maurice, in amazement
"You are M. Pintardp'
"Does my name also annoy youP''
"My uncle, my dear uncle, how am
desolated by this fatality!'
"I-your uncle? I would rather drown
myself"
"Only yesterday married your niece,
Madeleine
"Oh, you are the husband of my niece,
are your Well, you're fool. I'm sorry
for my NIECE
"Forgive my mistake, uncle. Ny anger
was legitimate!''
mo, monsieur; an explanation is one
thing, but to throw yourself upon people
in the way you did-bahr'
envy uncle, beg of you''-
II forbid you to call me your uncle
All, I've had enough of my family" con-
tinued the exasperated old nun. "My
sister has done nothing but foolish things
all her life. Giving you her daughter is
the climax"
Nothing could soften the old man. He
never forgave the young husbands on
slaught, and the very next week he sailed
again for America and left no present for
his niece.
Groom No. 49," sighed Madeleine. 81
knew it would bring us bad luck. From
the French.
MAINE TOWNS.