The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1899-06-15
"waiter. q bottle Of champagne and
q bottle Of ink"

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shall I leave my 5000 francs income?
have neither father nor mother-s
fact which is lucky for them. And
among the persons who interest me
can only think of one-Nicette."
Nicette was one of his forty-second
cousins. charming young girl Of IS
years, with fair tresses and large, black
eyes. Like himself she was an orphan,
and this community Of fate had long
ago established bond of sympathy be-
tween them. His will was speedily
drawn up. He left everything to
Nicette.
When II was finished he drank o
second glass of champagne.
Poor Nicette." thought he. "Her
guardian. who knows little of the world
except his class, which he teaches to
play on brass instruments Mt the Con-
servatory, has bethought himself to
promise her hand to bi Ote, sort of
bully, whom she dctcsts, because she
loves another, as she has avowed to me,
although with reticence and an em-
! barrassed air. Who is this happy NOR
tai? But he must be worthy of her,
since she has fixed her affection on
him. Good, gentle, comely and affec-
tionate Nicette deserves an ideal hus-
band. All, how we'll would she have
suited me for a wife. 1t is an infamous
tyranny to spoil her life by giving her
to n brute. But why should 1 not be
Nicette's champion? l have said 1t
now, and tomorrow morning will be-
gin to act. But tomorrow morning 1t
will be too late. Now Is the time to be-
gin, If at oil. The hour is little NAL
n propos to see people, but as / shall
be dead in five hours l don't care q
sou for conventionalities. Yes, III do
Tiny lie for Nicette."
II was four o'clock In the morning
when Anatole rang the bell at the
house of Nicctte's guardian, NJ. Bou-
sard. Badly frightened and wearing
his nightcap, he answered the door.
as the house on fire."
mo, my dear NJ Bousnrd." replied
Anatole, II have como for chat"
| AT this hour?"
II am at all hours pleased to see You;
but you nre not dressed, NJ. Bousard.
Are you going back to bed again?"
That's what am going to do. But
IL suppose, monsieur, that to disturb
me in this manner you must have some
thing very important to say to me-"
Every important, NJ. Bousard. II Is
necessary that you give up your plan
Of marrying my cousin Nicette TO NJ.
Capcndac."
"Never, monsieur. never
"But say. yes."
Monsieur, my resolution 10 taken,
Tho marriage will take place"
1T will not"
"Wen see about that And now that
you arc acquainted with my answer,
will detain you no longer"
THAT Is not altogether polite. But
am as good-natured as am tenacious,
M. Bousard. ! am not offended at your
procedure, and will remain"
Remain II you like. I consider you
as gone, and I will not converse fur
ther with YOU"
And NJ. Bousard turned toward the
wall, grumbling: "Did you ever see
the like; TO disturb peaceful man, To
rouse him from his sleep, for the pur-
pose of listening to such nonsense"
Suddenly NJ. Bousard made q bound
from his bed.
Anntole had taken up one OF the
trombones Of the professor, into which
he blew with might and main, madly
moving the slide. Internal sounds
were emitted by the instrument
: MY cherished trombone, given me
by my pupils! Leave the instrument
alone, monsieur
Monsieur" said Anatole, "you con.
slider me as departed. I consider you
us absent, and l am amusing myself
: while waiting for your return. Um-pa!
: Um-pa! What dulcet melody!"
"You will cause me to receive notice
! to leave the house. My neighbors vii
not tolerate the trombone after mid
: night"
"Then all can say is, they have nc
love of music in their souls. Z-z-z-z
Wow! Tootle-too Um-pa! Um-pa!
stop, for mercy's sake"
ado you consent, then?"
l ITO what?'
ITO give up the marriager
"But monsieur, can't do it.
"Then, um-pa!"
M. Capendac is terrible man. II
affront him thus he will kill me-"
y "Does that reason influence you?"
"Yes, and others besides"
I'm that case leave oil to me. Onl,
> swear to me that If obtain the consen
of NJ. Capendac to the breaking OF tn
3 match my cousin shall be Free"
"Yes, monsieur, she shall be Free
"Bravo. I have your word. Permi
me to retire. But where does this Co
pendac live?"
. Number 100, Rue des Deux-Epees.
81 will 60 there. Good-by."
"As for you," thought NJ. Bousard
/, u you are putting your head in the lion
:, mouth, and you will be taught lesso
u that you deserve to learn"