Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1897-10-21

six feet, broad and plump, and Q very
good liver. He must have the best and
plenty Of it, and he daily increased in;
embonpoint, though he lost little Of his
activity. With rapiar or pistol he was.
supreme, and it was said that he had
already gilled his 21st. He had served
in the army as a colonel, so he declared,
though there were some who could take
an oath that he began life as a bakers
apprentice, and was afterwards valet
to Col. de la Tournies. 4:
"That evening Pollinet sent three Of
his friends out into the city to obtain
news of the Englishman, and present.
ly Braconnier returned GREATNESS to
say that Milor had just entered the
Cafe Grande Monarque, in Rue Pelis-
sier. @,.E =. .:.a, .sSs' ,=s&g , &aI2
+ "'Come, then, my friends said Pol
linet, with a laugh, let us call on this
terrible EngIshman. You shall have
good sport on the word of Pollinet,
unless he is a coward. And even in
that case I shall terrify him. H..
Laughing gleefully, Pollinet and six
Il
were in luck. Milor was there, sprawl
ing as usual. He, was seated with a
bottle of wine at one of the tables near
the door, with chair for each foot,
and he disdained to raise his head when
the party entered. NJ. Pointon, in >ap-
pearance gentleman, was slipping wine
with him, and they only spoke in mono
syllables at long intervals. = Nh.
"Pollinet smiled significantly at his
companions, and they took the nearest
table to the Englishman, but still Milor
did not deign to raise his head.
"Pollinet called for wine for the
party, and then remarked loudly: .'Pah!
surely can smell an Englishman!
There must be one of those island-pigs
near me- The rest laughed loudly,
and all turned their eyes to Milor, but
he did not even raise his eyes, though
the secretary cast one searching glance
in Pollinet's direction.
"'Ah,' resumed Pollinet, there are
English yonder, and the smell nau-
seates me. Look at that mans bulk and
his boorish pose! Those barbarous
islarders!'
"Again the party laughed, and Pom
ton whispered something to his mas
ter, who yawned, and made some curt
reply.
1.-THE attack was not succeeding so
we'll as Pollinet had expected; and it
was like throwing stones at wooden
figure, and he became angry, and sent
waiter for Blanc, the proprietor.
What do you mean, Blanc,' said
Pollinet, raising his voice so that he
could be- heard all over the room, by
allowing pigs of Englishmen to de-
file your Establishment which, we honor
by our custom?~ Turn them out in
stantly.' ,..-y u. e.. i 3l..rs: ..a,..;e.>,
- : .''Sh-'sh, monsieur said the I'M
happy Blanc, in a whisper. L beg par
don, but it is an English milor and his
attendant -
"'As l know, and l tell you to turn
them out, unless you want to lose our
CUSTOM
poor Blanc, afraid of offending
either party, was white and perspirlng
at every pore. But, monsieur he stam-
mered, forgive me, but he-he pays
well. Likewise,s he is eterrible,2 and l.
l dare not
"'Obey instantly, insolent,' said Pol
linet, arrogantly, unless you seek ruin.
Where is your patriotismY IT.:
Before he could reply there came a
providential intervention for the cow.
ardly proprietor. At that moment
Pointon approached the party, with an
insolent smile on his face. "A thousand
pardons, messieurs,' he said; sweetly,
but monsieur, my master, is annoyed
by your loud tones-especially yours,
MONSIEUR indicating Pollinet with a
bow. He begs of you either to mod
crate your voice, keep silence, or leave
the room,' and he bowed to them
again.
"Pollinet's friends could not help
smiling at this courteous but effective
counter-thrust, and the bravo ,sprang
up, livid and dumb with fury. The Sec
rotary had not waited for his reply,
but returned to his seat, and Pollinet
followed close on his heels and planted
himself before Milor, who did not
change his posture, but looked on the
passion-infiamed face of the bravo with
lazy contempt, as one might look on a
snarling mongrel.
i ""''You island <pig!' said. Pollinet, his
voice. thick with passion. You dare
order me to be silent, insolent! scum!
barbarian! Go back to your filthy is
land. go before l whip YOU and he
took Milor's hat from his head and
flung it towards the uoor. Follow your
hat said he, dancing round the table
in his rage. 81. S#<