The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-07-06

in Rue Pelissier.
Come, then, my friends, said
Pollinet, with a laugh, let us call
on this terrible Englishman. You
shall have good sport, on the word
of Pollinet, unless he is a coward,
and even in that case I shall terrify
him.
Laughing gleefully, Pollinet and
six of his friends set out for the
cafe. They were in luck. Milor was
there, sprawling as usual. He was
seated with bottle of wine at one
of the tables near the door, with a
chair for each foot, and he disdain-
ed to raise his head when the party
entered. NJ. Pointon, in appearance
a gentleman, was slipping wine with
him, and they only spoke in mono
syllables at long intervals.
"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 his
party and then remarked loudly:
'Pah! Surely can smell an English
man. 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 Polli-
nets direction.
"sAh,' resumed Pollinet, there
are English yonder, and the smell
nauseates me! Look at that man g
bulk and his boorish pose! Those
barbarous islandersr
"Again the party laughed, and
Pointon whispered something to his
master, who yawned and made some
curt reply.
1.-THE attack was not succeeding
80 well as Pollinet had expected. 1t
was like throwing stones at a wood
en- figure, and he became angry and
sent a waiter for Blanc, the propri-
etor. :.
".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
defle your establishment which we
honor by our customs Turn them
out instantly.
.Sh-sh, monsieur said the
unhappy Blanc in whisper. I beg
pardon, but it IS an English milo1
and his attendant.
LAS / know, and ] tell you to
turn them out, unless you want to
lose our custom.
"Poor Blanc, afraid of offending
either party, was white and perspir.
ing at every pore. But, monsieur,
he stammered, forgive me, but he
-he pays we'll. Likewise he is ter
rible, and II dare not
'Obey instantly, insolent, said
Pollinet arrogantly, unless you seel
ruinl Where is your patriotism9'
before he could reply there came
a rrovidential Intervention for the
cowardly proprietor. At that mo
ment 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 bow. he
begs of you either to moderate your
voice, keep silence or leave the
room And he bowed to them again
"Pollinet's friends could not helI
smiling at this courteous but effect
i've counter thrust, and the bravo
sprang up, ivid and dumb with fu
ry. The secretary had not waited
for his reply, but returned to hit
seat, and Pollinet followed close OF
his heels and planted himself before
milor, who did not change his pos
ture, but looked on the passion in
famed face of the bravo with lazy
contempt, as one might look on
snarling mongrel.
You island pigl' said Pollinet
his voice thick with passion. 'Yor
dare order me to be silent, insolent
scum, barbarian! Go back to your
filthy islandi Go before l whiI
your And he took milor's hat from
his head and flung it toward thu
door. Follow your hatl' said he
dancing round the table in his rage
1.-THE Englishman yawned, slowly
raised himself and looked at Polli
net with nnmoved oountenance
'.Nsk him. he said to his secretary
Il English, If he is a clown. OF if h
means it for an insult9'
An insultr screamed Pollinet
Yes, yes, he shall go back to hi
barbarous island a corpsel'
Very well, then. We have
choice of weapons, ] believer sai(
Pointon for his master.
Eyes, yes, swords or pistols, al
you choose, at any timel Twill xii
you!' cried Pollinet.