The Ravalli Republican., 1898-11-09

breathless to say that milor had just
entered the Cafe Grande Monarque,
in Rue Pclissier.
Come, then, my friends, said
Pollinet, with 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 shall torrify
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
chair for each foot; and he disdain-
ed to raise his head when the party
entered. NJ. Pointon, in appearance
gentleman, was slipping wine with
MIN, and they only spoke in mono
syllablcs at long intervals. mr
"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 all English
man. There must be one Of those
island pigs near me1 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-
net IS direction.
'Ah, resumed Pollinet, there
are English yonder, and the smell
nauseates me! Look at that man s
bulk and his boorish pose! Those
barbarous islanders! ......
"Again the party laughed, and
Pointon whispered something to his
master, who yawned and made some
curt reply.
1.-The attack was not succeeding
SO we'll as Pollinet had expected. It
was like throwing stones at 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 tho room,
by allowing pigs of Englishmen to
defile your establishment which we
honor nv our custon1 Turn them
out instantly.
'Sh-sh, monsieur1 said the
unhappy Blanc in a Whisper. I beg
pardon, but it is an English nilol
and his attendant.
AS | know, and ! tell you tt
turn them out, unless you want td
lose our custom. .....-.. s.
Poor Blanc, afraid of offending
either party, was white and perspir
ing at every pore But, monsieur,
he stammered, forgive me, but ht
, he pays we'll. Likewise he is ter
/ rible, and IL dare not.
Obey instantly, insolent, sait
, Pollinet arrogantly, unless you seel
ruin! Where is your patriotism2'
"Before he could reply there came
) a providential intervention for tn
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, m.
> master, is annoyed by your lou
> tones, especially yours, monsieur,
] indicating Pollinet with a bow, H
3 begs of you either to moderate you
: voice, keep silence or leave tn
= room. And he bowed to them again
+ "Pollinet's friends could not hel
l smiling at this courteous but effect
: i've counter thrust, and the bray
S sprang up, livid and dumb with fl
3 ry. The secretary had not waite
for his reply, but returned to hi
e seat, and Pollinet followed close o
8 his heels and planted himself befor
d milor, who did not change his po:
l. ture, but looked on tho passion il
O famed face of the bravo with laz
y contempt, as one might look on
0 snarling mongrel.
n You island pig! said Polline
= his voice thick with passion 'Yo
t. dare order me to be silent, insolen
it scum, barbarian! Go back to yor
filthy island! Go before | viii
j. you' And he took milor's hat fro1
1T his head and flung it toward tt
j. door. Follow your hat!' said h
d dancing round the table in his rag
a The Englishman yawned, slow]
a raised himself and looked at Poll
It net with unmoved countenano
n Ask him, he said to his secretal
ID in English, If he is clown, or if |
ID means it for an insult2'
re- An INSULT screamed Polline
ut Yes, yes, he shall go back to h
O. barbarous island a corpse|'
Ii Very well, then. We ha'
III choice of weapons, believei' sa
in Pointon for his master
"Yes, yes, swords or pistols,
at you choose, at any timel Twill k
ye your cried Pollinet
IS . It shall be now, said the seer
re tary coollv. and he called for the pr
nj pr1etOr, who came, as ObsequlO