The McCook tribune., 1897-06-18

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I saw you-well, II saw yoAr future u
he concluded, rather feeblg. Il have
| just discovered America" he added.
"But what is it?" asked the boy.
| "The Treasure of Francha-d," cried
the Doctor; and, throwing his brown
straw hat upon the ground, he whooped
like an Indian and sprung upon jean
Marie, whom he suffocated with en-
braces and bedewed with tears. Then
he flung himself down among the
heather and once more laughed until
the valley rang.
| But the boy had now an interest OF
his own boys interest. No sooner
was he released from the Doctors acco-
| lade than he ran to the powders,
sprung into the niche, and, thrusting
his hand into the crevice, drew forth
one after another, incrusted with the
earth of ages, the flagons, candlesticks,
and patens of the hermitage of Fran
chard. A casket came last, tightly
shut and very heavy.
'Oh, what funr he cried.
But when he looked back at the Doc
tr, who had followed close behind and
was silently observing, the words died
fromhis lips. Desprez was once more
the color of ashes; his lips worked and
trembled; sort of bestial greed pos
sessed him.
This is childish" he said Eve lose
precious time. Back to the inn, har-
ness the trap, and bring it to yon bank.
Run for your life, and remember-not
one whisper 1 stay here to watch"
Jean-Marie did as he was bid, though
not without surprise. The noddy was
brought round to the spot indicated;
and the two gradually transported the
treasure from it's place Of concealment
to the boot below the driving seat.
Once it was all stored the Doctor re-
covered his gayety.
'Ipaymy grateful duties to the ge-
MUS of this DELL" he said. 'Oh, for
live coal, heifer, and jar of coun-
try wine! I ann in the vein for sacrifice,
for a superb libation. Well, and why
pale ale is to be had-not classical, in
deed, but excellent. Boy, we shall
drink ale"
"But I thought it was so unwhole-
some" said Jean-Marie, ''and very dear
BESIDES"
tor gayly. "The innr'
And he stepped into the noddy, toss
ing his head, with an elastic, youthful
air. The horse was turned, and in
few seconds they drew up beside the
paling of the inn garden.
Here" said Desprez- here, near
the stable, so that We may keep an
eye upon things"
They tied the horse, and entered the
garden, the Doctor singing, now in fan
Iastic high notes, now producing deep
reverbrations from his chest. He took a
seat, raped loudly on the table, as
sailed the waiter with witticismS; and
when the bottle of Bass was at length
produced, far more charged with gas
than the most delirious champagne,
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and pushed it over to Jean-Marie.
Drink" he said; drink deep"
81 would rather not" faltered the
boy, true to his training.
WHAT" thundered Desprez
81 am afraid of it," said Jean-Marle;
my stomach"
Take it or leave it" Interrupted
Desprez fercely; but understand it
once for all-there is nothing so con-
temptible as precision"
Here was new lesson! The boy sat
bemused, looking at the glass but not
tasting it, while the Doctor emptied
and refilled his own.
"Once in way" he said at last, by
way of concession to the boys more
rigorous attitude, "once in a way, and !
at so critical moment, this ale is a |
nectar for the gods. The habit, indeed, |
is debasing; wine, the juice of the !!
grape, is the true drink of the French |
man, as 1 have often had occasion to |
point out; and I do not know that !
can blame you for refusing this out !
landish stimulant. You can have some |
wine and cakes. Is the bottle empty? |
Well, we will not be proud; we will |
have pity on your glass"
ITO BE coNT1NUEDJ