The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1898-11-16

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''villainl And did 1 not forbid you
20 set foot upon this stage for month";
Montfeury broke of in his mouth
inga The crowd stood dazed for q SEQ
ond. Then camo shout. The mobiles
recognized De Bergerac. Montheury,
interrupted, stammered wildly.
Dare you defy me?' cried the voice.
ION, Mont6eury, on!' cried the no
bles.
Mont6eury stammered another line.
$50 you itch for taste Of my oane?''
said the voice, and In the pit hand
lifted above the heads Of the spectators
waved cane.
Hap happy be-, !" began Montfeury,
Tor the third time.
Then Oyrano sprang upon chair, q
terrible figure 10 zee, with his crossed
arms, his cooked beaver, his bristling
poustaohe and his great nose
Cor he cried ,e,oely. Cor
Help, helpl' begged the actor.
go ON, Montheury," advised the
mobiles ind&1esently. 1--WE will p3otect
you.'
Another momentp' cried Cy5ano,
"and I must even slit his ears of. My
anger rises.
He lett his chair and stood IN the
middle Of circle
Your protectors, be said politely,
twill meet first-one after the other.
Gentlemen, oeme onl What, none? All,
then, to You alone will devote myself.
Thrice will I clap my hands, thus At
the third clap get you gone. Oner'
Mont6eury wavered. HE'LL stayr'
shouted the crowd.
"Two!''
"Gentlemen," begged Mont6eury,
"'tweye discreet, methinks''-
"Threel''
Amid the jee1s and criesof the whole
house the enormously tat aotoY disap-
pears on the instant. Oyrano, center Of
a circle, banded jeets. Jodelet, the
manager, mourned over entrance fees
to be returned.
Here, take that" called Cyrano.
and tossed him bag Of gold.
And all the while the eyes Of his
cousin, the dainty wit Roxana were
bent upon him from her box.
Jodelet weighed in his hand the purse
that Oyrano had just thrown TO him on
the stage and told him that at this price
be was welcome to stop play every
night.
The audience lose and prepared to
leave the tbeater. The ladies in the
galleries stopped in adjusting their
mantles and scarfs to listen to Cyrano,
who again had the floor.
cts shameful Montheury is pro-
tected by the Duke of Oandal. Have
you patron?" demanded bore Of
Cyrano.
"No patron or protector, answers
Cyrano, grasping his sword, "but ]
have protectress here"
"You'll have to leave town. The
duke has long ARM
"Not SO long as mine when it's
heightened out, retorted Cyrano, hold.
ing out his sword. "Show your heels
now or tell me why you stare so at my
nose.''
"Your grace Mistakes" apologized
the bore, drawing back.
"Come, now,' said Cyrano, "what
amuses you? Is it that it's dangling like
an elephants trunk or crooked like an
OWLS beak? Or is it the fly that takes
the air on the tip?''
"I-I-did not look. was careful
knew better"
"Then why did you look at my nose,
sir? Does it disgust you? Is its hue un.
wholesome to you or it's proportions toe
larger
"No, not" gasped the bore. "It il
small, quite minute, in fact. Heaven
help me!''
"It's enormous" said Cyrano, land
am proud to possess it. Every med.
dler knows thata big nose is indicative
Of an affable SOUL" And to illustrate
his point he soundly cuffed the bore,
and, having taken him by the shoul
ders, turned him round, that he might
administer parting kick.
The bore ran away, calling to the
guards for help, and Cyrano, having
convinced the audience that he was 9
man Of his word, warned them that the
next who finds amusement in his nost
shall have taste of his sword and no,
his boot.
Down from the stage came De Guiche
with his friend, the Viscount de Val
vert, their swords gathering at thei1