Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1895-11-21

rave salu III licT tilut w cOn.,TituIHtel
herself on the good joke she had played
on him, und he remountcd his tilbury.
muttering: you old carcass; you
won't diet"
lie did not know what to do. On
seeing her he would like to have choked
her. lie hated her with sulky, fero-
cious hatred--with the hatred Of q peas
ant who had been robbed.
Well then he would find the means.
Accordingly, he came one day to see
her, rubbing his hands us he had done
the first time when he came to propose
the arrangement. Then, after chatting
few minutes:
Say, mother, why do you never dine
OF my house when you 60 through
Eperville? People tattle; they say
that we no longer are friends, and that
makes me mourn. You know that at
my house you do not need to pay. lido
not grudge a dinner. Any time you
ieel inclined to come, come, without Ger.
emony; that will please me-
Mother Magloire did not wait for a
second invitation. Two days after, on
her way to market in her jaunting car,
conducted by Celestin, her groom,
without Formally, she put her horse In
Mister Chicot's stable and claimed her
promised dinner.
The ipnkeeper, radiant, treats her
like lady, serves her with chicken,
meat pudding, leg Of mutton, and cab.
hage with bacon. But, being from her
infancy temperate, having always lived
on q little soup and q buttered crust.
she ate scarcely anything. Chicot.
disappointed, insisted. Neither did
she drink She refused to take coffee.
lie asked: you will accept, OF
course, a small glass of brandy%
"Ah! as to that, yes. l do not say
no."
And he called across the inn with both
Of his lungs: Resale, bring tho
brandy, the sumrfne, tho EAA.Ae.via."
The seFyRHt appeared, holding long
bottle, decorated with q paper vine
leaf.
Lie filled two small glasses,
"1'astc that, mother: IL Ia famous"
And the good woman began to drink,
very slowly, taking small sips, thereby
making the plcasure1ast longer. After
cmptying her glass she drained II, de.
clearing;
"That, yes-that IL the fine cham.
ragne brandy"
She hadn't finished speaking when
Chicot poured her out second dose.
She would have refused, but 1t was too
late, and he slowly tasted 1t, Us she
had done the first.
He then wanted to make her accept
third allowance, but she resisted. lie
insisted "rhis, this is milk, do you
sec? ! drink ten, twelve without harm.
1t goes down like sugar. Nothing In
the stomach, nothing in the head; pnn
might say teYaporeted on tho iqpgup,
There ia nothing better for the health"
As she had desire for more she ac-
guessed, but she took only hull u glass.
ch'cot, with . breath Of
generosity. cried out to herr
"see, since It pleases you. | will give
you u small cask; this will let you see
that we are always a pair Of good
friends"
The good woman does not say no, and
she goes away a little tipsy.
The next day the innkeeper entered
Mother Magloire's court. and from
the bottom Of his carriage pulled out u
little barrel encircled with iron. Then
be wished her to taste its contents to
prove that it was the same brandy and
when both drank three glasses on going
away he declared!
"And besides, you know, when this is
finished there is still more. Do not feel
lam not grudging. The
sooner that is finished the more pleased
l will be-"
And he remounts his tllbury.
Four days later he returns. The old
w1lmah was IN front Of her daar cut,iaR
bread tor her soup. lie approached
her, wished her good day, talked close
to her face in order to inhalc her breath.
lie noticed Whit Of alcohol. Now his
face frightened.
you surely will offer me glass Of
said he.
They touch glasses two or three
.imes' 'v"'' '''' ~" or '''T
But soon the news spreads through
he country that Mother Magloire rot
intoxicated when alone. One picked
Ter up sometimes in her kitchen, some
ines In her court, sometimes In the
leighboring roads where they were
obliged to carry her home as mani.
nate as n corpse. Chicot did not 40 to
ee her any longer When one spoke
0 him about the peasant be murmured.
With sad face: #"fa'
is it not sad, ai her age, to haze
oxen such o habit as thata Don'tyou
&c, when one is old there Is no helptor
!, Some dayitwill likely end badly tor
er,"
It did, indeed, end badly for her. The
inter following, near Christmas, she
ell drunk In the snow.
And Mister Chlcot inherited the farm.
lille he declared. "That nAnsant "
My she hadn't become drunkard,
urely might have lived Ten yeafs
niger IRON the French, for Chicago
ribune,
49, -----r'-----
Killed on the street,
KANSAS Crf1< NO., Nov ls--Just
fter the theaters let out Saturday
light and while the streets were still
lied with people in the business CEN
sr Of the city, man supposed to have
cen Charles F. EARLY, or Herley, waa
truck down BY an unknown assailant,
Tho hit him in the face with pair Of
rass knucks in front Of Andy Foleyi
al0ou at Eiphth and Walnut streAtau