Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1901-07-16

All al once NJ. Bouvard leapeu Aor
his bed.
Anatole had secured the professors
trombone, upon which he blew vlo-
lent blast loud and deafening. II
sounded as if the inferno had broken
loose.
my trombone of honor presented
by my pupils! Put down the instru-
ment, monsieur!"
Monsieur, you consider me as one
gone. l consider you as one absent
and am amusing myself until you re-
turn. Helm! fine motel"
"You win have me put out. My
landlord will not tolerate the from
bone for a minutei"
M. Capdenac is a terrible man! If
insult him thus, he will kill me-"
lis this the only reason?
at is the reason above all others.
"In that case leave il to me; swear
TO me that if 1 obtain the consent of
NJ. Capdenac my cousin shall be free.
Yes, monsieur, she shall be free.
"Bravol have your word of honor.
You will permit me TO retire. Apropos,
where does NJ. Capdenac live?"
81 run at once. Au revoir."
BAH You run TO throw yourself
into the mouth of the lion and you
will receive the lesson you merit"
Meanwhile, Anatole ran To the adj
dress given him. When he arrived it
was six o'clock a. m.
"Nho comes?" said deep voice.
"Open. A communication of i'm
portance from NJ. Bouvard."
The walls of the antechamber APP
peared TO vanish under the numerous
accouterments. In the little room
where Capdenac received his visitor
nothing but arms was seen; Turkish
swords or va gans, poisoned arrows,
sabers, swords for one and two hands,
pistols, etc. A veritable arsenal. 1t
was enough to cause a timid soul much
dismay.
"Bah!" thought Anatole. "What is
1t that l risk? there are but 2h hours
left now!"
Monsieur" said Anatole, you wish
to marry Mile. Nicette?"
"0ui, monsieur!"
monsieur, you cannot marry her!"
"Ah, young mani" he said, finally
"You have the good luck to find me
in a pleasant mood. Profit by it. Do
you know that have fought 20 times,
and that have had the misfortune to
kill five of my adversaries and &c
wound Is others? Go! / pity your
youth. Once more, goi"
81 know" said Anatole, "of your
reputation and that you are an adver-
sary worthy of me, and my desire is
to measure swords with so redoubt'
able an adversary. Will you take the
two swords from the mantle? or the
two naval hatchets? or the cavalry
sabers? or the cuirassiers weapons
What do you say to these curved yata-
gans? You have not decided? What
will you do?
"I like your bravery. Do you wish
me to acknowledge something's"
Speak"
"For some time have wished to
give up this marriage, but | did not
know how it would be understood.
consent, then, very willingly, to your
wish, but 1 wish you to understand
that l have not been inundated by
your nenaces."
"Win you write and sign your de-
cision?"
II have such admiration for you
that l can refuse you nothing"
Supplied with the precious paper
Anatole ran to the house of NJ. Bou
ward. He arrived at the door at eight
a. m.
"Who is there?"
"Anatole."
NJ. Bouvard opened it. Anatole de
livered the paper to him, and cried a:
he ran to the door:
Cousin, rise and dress quickly anC
come here!"
Almost instantly Nicette appeared
as fresh as Aurora.
."What is it?'
at is that your cousin is mad!" saiC
NJ. Bouvard.
"Madl" cried Anatole, "but, remem
Der, Nicette, that my madness is fol
good to you. This night, my little
cousin, | have obtained two things
NJ. Capdenac has renowned your hanC
and your excellent guardian consents
that you shall marry the one you
love"
Truly? My guardian, you wisl
that marry Anatole?"
Heinz" said Anatole, in amazement
at is you love, my cousin"
At this moment Anatole felt hi
heart palpitate violently. Was it tn,
| pleasure caused by this unexpected
| avowal of Nicette? Was it the an
guish predicted by the doctor? Was i
| death?
Taking feverishly the hands of Nj
cette, he told her all; the letter he re
| ceived, the flower he inhaled, the prog
| nostication of his old friend, the viii
he wrote, the measures taken and tn
success obtained.
"And now that l have perfected all
/ must die!"
"But 1t is not possible!" said Nicette
"The physician is deceived. VIII,
| is hep"
"a man who is never deceived, Nj
| cette. DIR. Bardais."
| "Bardais! Bardais!" cried Bouvard
suddenly, beginning to laugh. Lister
while read my journal: The learne'
DIR. Bardais has unexpectedly becom
afflicted with a mental malady. Tn
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