Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1896-02-26


keep the promise that was made
by force, all the friends coming
punctually to the rendez vous.
They had been seated for some
time already around the stove,
and they commenced to find that
The story-teller himself was in no
haste, when they heard him APP
preaching, dragging his sabots
Opon the gravel, as usual, but a
little more slowly than the ordin-
Uy.
"Ah! ah!" cried Ildefouse, "he
l5 arrived! Enfn! better come late
ihan never. The way he walks,
be has the air of n school-boy who
does not know his lesson"
Ildefouse had scarcely finished
pronouncing these last words,
when Louis Lemaire opened timid-
ly the door, entered the hall rals-
mg with his right hand his cap
for ,aluting. Strange thing! this
cap was clean! 1t stood upon
his head with an air of cranerie
which was not usual with him.
Bravo. bravo!" cried as one
voice all the friends. "He is
come! he is come! Bravo, cousin
Lemaire! We would have our
kistoire!"
And there was of applauding
without end.
Poor Louis Lemairel these eX-
rlOmations and this notice render
ed very unhappy!
He advanced at last, all discon-
certed. for taking in front Of the
stove his accustomed place. Be
fore senting himself. he took off
his cap when out came the most
tangled, faxon hair that ever was
seen. "Cousins," said he, "Ade-
Iaide was not willing for me to
come. Thou knowest WELL"
said she, "that they will mock
thee. How canst thou recount
he smallest story who was
never known to string more
ihan two words together p
Eh bien! it is equal, l am going
oil the same, pay my reckoning.
The good account makes the good
friends Adelaide was thinking
ot all that she had be willing.
I dn.Goiug to recount the history
'f the tNI-of Morraine Mentiot-
you know wellS1Marraine Mentiot,
who lives below the last house
hut one Of the vil&ge?"
"Bravo! Cousin Lemaire, bravo!
Hied ndefouse. I Our ears are
open as wide as the door of our
grange"
You yourselves remember
without doubt, said Louis Lemaire
IN rolling his cap in his fingers,
that Mentiot, the husband of
Marianne Mentiot, had not a great
sourage for work. He was a
weaver by trade: but he made not
many ellis Of linen in a week. He
Sked much better to go drink a
glass at FAmericain, which place
81 it said caused much trouble to
;he good wives of the neighbor-
sood.s This was where | met him
nearly every day when it rained,
snd there was nothing to do in
The fields. Marraine Mentiot was,
without ceasing, to his pursuit.
Go on, lazy fellow cried she;
xilt thou soon finish of losing thy
time talking of things which do
rot concern thee, when there is
so much to be done in the house?
Great lazy-bones! Seest thou re-
turn more quicklyr Mentiot
Vhich-be it said between us
selling we'll that his wife had
rause, remained still a little
moment, for not having the air OF
sbeying a blanc-bonnet; but he
vas not slow in going, grumbling
between his teeth that he was very
ueary of mannuvring the shuttle
all the day, and that the good
God would much better have
given OF rentes to all the world
Then, after cursing awhile. he seated
Aims.lf at his loom and
fought in rage with arms and legs
One would say that | hear still
Clic ! clio /! clio +! clac clac
slac drrr drrrr and the
spindle which few he would
make see with what quickness, in
singing his little song
"When the winter was passed
Mentiot cultivated two little corn,
FRS of earth which he had rented
An thiS was the Good time then