The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1895-04-04
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Just after the memorable three days
of July, 18-, the floating population of
Paris was modestly increased by the ar
rival in that city from bis native prov
ince of Symphorien Baliveau.
The owner Of this curious and not en-.
tirely euphonious patronymic was a
young man of about % years, neither
handsome nor ugly, fat nor lean-the
tpye, in fact, that one daily elbows on
the boulevards and never looks at twice.
Ineed not add, of course, that such was
not his own opinion. On the contrary,
he was deeply impressed with the con-
seriousness of his own charms and equal
ly determined to profit by them for the
attainment Of the object Of his am bition
-notoriety.
"Everythihg is III my favor, said he,
good looks, money and determination
to succeed. All want is short cut to
celebrity. A dael will give me that
The next evening while he was treat
ing himself to a bavaroise at Tortoni' q
short, muscular individual, dressed in
the latest mode, with a bristling mus
tache and self satisfied air, took his
seat at an adjoining table.
The provincial after critical iuspec-
tion of the newcomer rose from his chair,
and saluting him courteously requested
him to favor him with the address of
his tailor.
The stranger glanced askance at his
questioner.
"Why?" inquired he CURLY.
Because l am struck, monsieur"
said Symphorien, with the good taste
of your costume. That green coat with
silver buttons becomes you so admira-
bly,"
"You think so? Well, your wish can
be easily gratified, for chance to have
a card of my tailor in my pocket. Be-
hold it!'
Thanks, monsieur. May I ask if you
have also the address of your shoemaker
in your pocket?''
''The same thing is in my pocket,
monsieur" the little man answered,
with great suavity, and tearing out a
leaf from his notebook he wrote on it
the required address and handed it to
Balyeau.
us there any more you desire to
know, monsieur?'
."Qnly this-your hatter's name, if I
may be SO bold?''
That, I regret to say, sir, I cannot
afford you tonight. I have it at home,
and tomorrow morning two of my
friends will bring it to you if you will
kindly oblige me with your address. "
with pleasure, monsieur, p" replied
symphorien. Here Is my card.
"And here, monsieur, is mine"
Nothing could be BETTER" thought
Baliveau as. exchanging polite bow
with the stranger and paying for his
bavaroise, he strolled leisurely out and
down the boulevard.
He drew the card from his pocket, ap-
preached lighted window, and on the
little square Of pasteboard, in clear.
sharp etching, read, Martial Rooue, y
"RoqueV said he, starting back and
paling visibly. ""The great duelist, who
peyer misses his man, but either splits
AAM Will THRUST Impossible TO parry
Of brings him down with bullet sent
evenly between the eyes. Bon Dieui
What mistake I've made, all for the
sake Of little celebrity. I'll be cele-
brated tomorrow, that is certain. But
what good will it do me II I'm not
there to see it?''
A secluded spot on the Bots de Bon-
logne-less frequented in those days
than now--agreed upon at 4 O'Clock in
the afternoon, proposed and accepted.
M. Roque's friends announced that their
principal having the choice OF weapons,
selected pistols, and this formality over
left Symphorien to his meditations,
none Of the cheerfulest as you can see.
While ruefully rejecting on whom he
could apply to in his dilemma, he
chanced to pull from his pocket the two
addresses given him BY ROGUE