The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-05-02
The regiment had passed.

YOlette watched the vanishing col
/ umn down the street until the dust hid
! the last straggler. and the tap, tap, tap
/ of the drum died away Hide, stand
/ ing beside her, dried the tears from
/ her chee!-s.
! After a silence, Yolette said: IF. we
are going to have war-here-near
4 Paris-nobody Will want to rent our
/ apartment"
Il don't know" replied Hide; 'it is
/ a very nice apartment and not at all
/ dear Yolette came back to the door
! step, touching the corner of her apron
/ to her eyes.
Hide pointed to the Notifications
! across the street.
Il mean that if the Germans do
come, their cannon balls might fly over
the rampant there and hit our house.
Perhaps nobody would care to take an
apartment so near the Notifications if
they knew that"
"Of course, we will explain the danger
before accepting anybOdy's money,
said Yolette, but [ do hope somebody
may like the apartment. 1 don's know
what we shall do if it is not rented by
October
She stood a moment on the doorstep,
thinking, saddened by the memory of
the regiment that had just passed.
Hide clasped both hands behind her
and looked up at the sky. 1t was not
yet dusk, although the sun had gone
down behind the blue forest of Mendon.
but the fresh sweetness Of twilight
was in the air. Soft lights lay across
the grassy glacis opposite; the shrubs
on the talus moved in the evening
breeze.
Something else was moving over
there, too-three sinister figures,
shuf1ing across the grass. The Mouse
and his two familiars were going back
TO the passage de POmbre.
AS the Mouse passed he fourished his
cap again and called across the street
something about being a slave to the
ladies, but that speech had well nigh
been his last, for just as the shabby
trio started to traverse the roadway
two horsemen wheeled at a gallop out
of the rue Pandore, and one of them
hustled Bib Ia. Goutte into the arms of
Mon Oncle, who collapsed with a
nUffled shrek dragging down the
Mouse as he fell.
There is a providence for drunk
ards; there is also Hermes, the god of
thrieves, otherwise nothing could have
saved the Mouse and Bib from the
horses hoofs.
The two riders drew bride, wheeled,
and turned to see what damage had
been done, as the Mouse picked him
self out of the dust with a frightful
ln1DreeattO3.
One OF the horsemen, who had i'm
pulsiveiy dismounted, was Immediately
set upon by Bib and Mon Oncie. Taken
by surprise, he knocked them both fiat
with his loaded riding crop and, jump
ing back, called out in English:
For heavens sake, Bourke, ride
that one eyed fellow down. He's got a
knife"
The other horseman set spurs to his
mount and sprang at the Mouse. That
ornamental bandit took to his heels,
lUnging out viciously with his knife as
he passed the dismounted man. The
latter slashe6 the Mouse twice with his
riding crop, and, in turn, was felled
by blow with a club welded by the
fat hands of Mon Oncle.
Hardwood" cried Bourke, hastily
dismounting, ''have they hurt you
badly?"
The fallen man scrambled to his feet.
There were two red streaks on his
face; his hair was wet and matted.
No. Where have they gomez"
Into that dark alley. Do you want
to follow them? Hold on, man, don't
tumble-wait-TH give you an arm.
Are you badly hurt? By Jovel 1 be-
lieve you .aret"
I'm not: I'm all right. I'll-Tll just
go over and Sit down a moment. Is
there a cut on my head?"
Yes, said Burke. Come over to
that house. I'll ask for a little cold
water