Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1903-02-06

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changed salutes, and then in answer to
my eager inquiry he told me he had re.
signed from the army.
What cried. fairly aghast, and
you would have become colonel or a
general, to say the least. However,
might have guessed the reason. II was
woman, of course. While In garri.
son at Toulouse he had fallen madly in
love with the daughter of an impecu.
NOUS professor. She returned his pas
sion, but alas neither had any mon.
ey.
80 what does my brave Pascal do
but throw up his commission to take a
clerkship with a banker in Paris, and
behold him now as happy as god,
with a tiny home of his own. | was in.
vited to breakfast with the young cou.
pie the next Sunday. All, well, I
couldn't blame my lieutenant after
had seen Nine. Pascal-a love of
blonde. so lively. sweet and absolutely
charming. She treated me as an old
friend of whom her husband had spok
en- so often. And what delicious
breakfast II was, with such rare vim de
Saumurl
ITO tell the truth, on my way home
I was inclined to sing all the popular
songs | knew. But must hasten to
the end of my story. After twp years,
Louis was taken into partnership by
the banker. who shortly after retired,
and he became rich. He moved to a
splendid apartment in the boulevard
Haussmann. and hired q butler in
white cravat to wait at table. The
The family was larger. too. for they
had three OF the most delightful chill
dren, who soon came to look on me as
their especial friend. On the first Sun.
day of every month | never failed to
join them at breakfast, and you may
be sure / received the heartiest kind of
a welcome, too. Fancy! NJ. lie Cure, a
poor devil like me, and they were 50
rich!
"All went well till the winter OF 1880
One Sunday in December-l shall new
er forget i'll noticed that Pascal was
strangely distract and preoccupied, and
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q What is wrong? said to myself
; WORRIED and anxious about my friend
/ slept very little that highland al
; the next day was nervous as II with O
presentiment of evil.
Toward 10 O'Clock of that evening
, just before bedtime. lighted my Ian
tern, and started on my usual tour OF
inspection in the lumber yard. The
weather was foggy and damp-not a
star visible. Suddenly there came a
knock at the gate. | ran to open II
wondering who could be calling at that
hour. The next minute | recognized
my lieutenant mufiled in his fur coat
Now, indeed realized that something
grave had occurred.
Mason he said brusquely, ] need
you, mon vieuX! Come with mefmme
diately.' One look at his pale face
with the V-shaped battle sign on his
forehead was enough.
Il obeyed without hesitation. Swiftly
We started OFF on the quay toward the
Austerlitz bridge. Not word was
said-shall ever forget that nocturnal
promenade? One, two. One, two. We
kept step like old soldiers. Quay after
quay was passed, while the black wa
ter reflected the jets from countless
lamps, Scarcely n soul was abroad
An occasional cab or heavy omnibus
rolled by and all the while my
heart went poum! poum!
FINALLY We stopped in the Esplanade
des Invalide8. | heard n distant clock
strike quarter before I. Pascal drop
ped on bench as II totally exhausted
"'Sit down, he said, and at the
same time grasped my hand iiercely
with palm that was hot enough to
cook an egg.
You love me, do you not?' he MUIR
INJURED
Must you ask that, my lieutenant
My God? Old friend, | am a lost
man! Lost! and without a re-
source! = All! why was ! not
content to remain u poor soldier?
Think of It! | have discovered that
Krielmann, my new partner, is a
sCOundrel, that he has abused my sig
nature, that he has compromised me in
II lot of underhand dealings. and that in
one month bankruptcy will be newt
able, and then--dishOnor for both him
and me! | have been blind
and weak don't deny it. But am
equally responsible, for have Endorsed
the papers with my name. We shall
fail for an enormous sum. But rest
tranquil! Your lieutenant will not be
a bankrupt, This very evening, after
the miserable Krielmann had revealed
to me the true situation, | returned to
the house and loaded my Old revolver.
Overwhelmed with surprise and ser
row. | cried: Would you kill your
self?' .|
And would you rather have me ar.
rested and thrown into prison?' he re
piled. My mind is made up. II you
refuse what | am about to ask, shall
return home and blow my brains out.
Then | should die with the horrible
thought that my wife and little ones
| wnuld ha loft without a son