Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1903-11-14

amounted to furious revolt and riot.
II promise anything you ask me to-"
he said resignedly, almost sullenly. |
Anything for you"
"Well. ask nothing whatever on
my own account" Alice quickly replied,
'but L do tell you firmly that you shall
not maltreat little Adrienne Bourcler
and remain friend of mine. She loves
you, Rene de Ronville, and you have
told her that you love her. If you are
a man worthy Of respect you will not
desert her. Don't you think 1 am
right?"
Like stnged and crippled moth vain
~ trying to rise once again to the al
Turing yet deadly fame, Rene de Ron
vile essayed to break out Of his en-
barrassment and resume equal footing
with the girl so suddenly become his
commanding superior, but the effort
disclosed to him as we'll as to her that
he had fallen to rise no more. In his
AFFECT defeat he accepted the terms
dictated by Alice and was glad when
she adroitly changed her manner and
tone in going on to discuss the ap-
preaching dance.
''NOw. let me make one request Of
you," he demanded after awhile. "1ts
small favor. May ask it?'
Eyes, but don't grant it in advance"
II want you to wear, for my sake, the
buff gown which they say was your
grandmother's."
'NO, I won't wear it."
'But why, Al1ce?'
"None Of the other girls have anything
like such dress. It would not be right
for me to put 1t on and make them all
feel that had taken the advantage Of
them, just because I could. That's
why!'
But, then, none Of them is beautiful
and educated like you," he said. you'll
outshine them anyway"
"Save your compliments for poor
pretty little Adrienne," she firmly re-
sponded. II positively do not wish to
hear them. l have agreed to be your
partenaire at this dance Of Papa Rous-
sillon's, but it is understood between us
that Adrienne is your sweetheart. 1
am not, and I'm not going to be either.
SO for your sake and Adrienne's as
well as out Of consideration for the rest
OF the girls who have no fine dresses,
am not going to wear the buff brocade
gown that belonged to Papa Roussil-
Ions mother long ago. I shall dress
Just as the rest do
1t is safe to say that Rene de Ron
vile went home with troublesome bee
In his bonnet. He was not bad heart
ed fellow. Many right good young
man before him and since has loved an
Adrienne and been dazzled by an Alice.
A violet is sweet, but rose is the gar
denis queen. The poor youthful from
tiersman ought to have been stronger,
but he was not, and what have we to
say?
The dance did not come off, It had
to be postponed indefinitely on account
Of a grave change in the political rela-
tons of the little post. A day or two
rumor ran through the town that
something Of Importance was about to
happen. Father Gibault, at the head
Of small party, had arrived from
Kaskaskia, far away on the Mississippi,
with the news that France and the
American colonies had made common
cause against the English in the great
war of which the people of Vincennes
neither knew the cause nor cared a
straw about the outcome.
1t was Oncle Jazon who came to the
Roussillon place to tell NJ. Roussillon
that he was wanted at the river house.
Alice met him at the door.
"Come in, Oncle Jazon," she cheerily
said. "You are getting to be stranger
at our house lately. Come in. What
news do you bring? Take off your cap
and rest your hair, Oncle Jazon.'
The scalpless old fighter chuckled
raucously and bowed to the best Of his
ability. He not only took off his queer
cap, but looked into it with startled
gaze, as if he expected something in
finitely dangerous to jump out and
seize his nose.
"A thousand thanks, man selle," he
presently said Twill ye please tell
Msieu'> Roussillon that would wish
to see imp
Eyes, Oncle Jazon; but first be seated
and let me offer you just drop Of eau
de vie, some that Papa Roussillon
brought back with him from Quebec.
He says it's old and fine"
She poured him full glass, then,
setting the bottle on little stand, went
to find M. Roussillon. While she was
absent Oncle Jazon improved his op-
portunity to the fullest extent. At least
three additional glasses of the brandy
went the way Of the first. He grinned
atrociously and smacked his corrugat-
ed lips, but when Gaspard Roussillon
came in the old man was sitting at
some distance from the bottle and
glass, gazing indifferently out across
the veranda. He told his story CURLY.
Father Gibault, he said, had sent him
to ask M. Roussillon to come to, the
river house, as he had news of great
Importance to communicate.
"Ah, we'll, Oncle Jazon, We'll have a
nip of brandy together before we co."