The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-07-23

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polite French. He quite under
stood. Our delicacy Of feeling touched
| him to the heart We must feel
tranquil He will arrange everything. He
will put everything on an unimpeachable
| basis, and we will still live like Luculus
and his confreres.'
Observation-Disclosures
Nancy dropped her banterfng tone.
/ Now, look here, my dear. I'm no
| more fond of downright theft than you
| are. dislike this thing as much as you
do. I will not have it, and I made the
chef understand that, but I didn't heave
a brick at him or hit him with an AK.
II haven't the faintest idea what he
means by his arrangement, and I will not
| allow anything that isn't square and if
you look at me like an accusing angel
for one more minute I'll throw the coffee
pot at you-there!"
The conversation dropped.
The breakfast was inoffensive, luncheon
ditto Dinner was monumental. The girls
looked at it aghast. Some one tapped at
| their door Nancy answered and con-
fronted "a. smiling and benevolent land
| lord. She was the picture of detected
crime, and inwardly gave thanks that
only one course at time was in evil
| dence on the table.
1--we been talking to the chef" said
the landlord, with the air of a fat and
bald fairy godfather. HE tells me
he sent up a bit Of cream with
your dinner last night, and that you
were dreadfully distressed about the
thing. Now have given positive orders"
every pore) that whenever he has more
of anything nice than will be used by the
other diners he shall just send that
course up with your things.
80 awfully good Of you," smiled Nancy,
| but don't feel right about It,"
The landlord waved her Off
1T is all settled. The chef understands
and you must leave the matter with him.
He disappeared in an aureole of self
| satisfaction.
! Nancy sat down on the nearest chair.
! France is the country of diplomacy
she said, with conviction.
Just then the chef sent up huge
pastry heart full Of mocha cream.
Get ees all arrange. Yes" he said,
cheerfully 81 shall send of what ees too
much. I am command. Monsieur he-sink
eet ees all his idea to himself. lie VOLTA.
He has been most imperatif, yes He
would not Eat should object C'est dom
mage, mais-eet ees necessaire Eat do
I what am told, mademoiselle. You would
not like Eat I am deescharge for not to
obey. En- bien! Eet ees settle.
/ Now, Priscilla, what can we do?''
asked Nancy
! tits worse than theft now. It's con-
spiracy," groaned Priscilla
| i've done my best to be honest. call
the gods to witness that was willing to
give up even mocha cream for the sake of
moral integrity protested Nancy.
| So the girls lived upon the fat of the
land. There was apparently too much OF
everything in the kitchen. Alphonse, the
cooks assistant took on either reflected
| or spontaneous fervor. The cuisine circled
| around the second floor ha
Il shall have guest for dinner tonight"
Nancy would announce down the dumb
waiter. !.
'Allons you shall be proud, mademoi-
selle."
And she was. The man who came often
i used to make out request programs and
send them in, in advance. Nancy had but
to mention them to the chef When she
came initiate from the theater, the -hallboy
said mysteriously:
| Miss, the chef says will you look on
the dumbwaiter before you go to bed
/ A tray OF lettuce sandwiches, and cold
lobster and celery mayonnaise and little
birds in aspic was there
At afternoon tea time whistle from
the kitchen sounded.
"Ze tartines for re tea Eet ees good
SO. nludemoiselle," said the chef
/ THANK heaven we shall be here only
six weeks" sighed Priscilla of the Puritan
i conscience. ct shall never feel honest
again. as long as ! live"
The six weeks went by quickly, and
! Nancy's family was duo on Monday On
Sunday che told the aniable landlord that
! she would be leaving the next day. He
had been somewhat prepared for the blow
and bore up nobly; but when Nancy took
the Sunday luncheon from the waiter, an
agitated face appeared at the kitchen
slide
4 "Maderoselie, said the chef, in trem
bling French. II hear something. I hear
that you leave tomorrow. It is not so:
/ No? 1t is? Mon Dieu!'' s
i He vanished. Nancy went back to the
Isittingroom, looking thoughtful.
j 4 Priscilla she said with a little furrow
between her brows. what was that ex-
4 ceedingly original and instructive remark
of yours about moderation 2" ri.
i Priscilla went out for tea. Nancy sal
reading by shaded lamp The hallboy
II brought here q card.
4 Monsieur Francois Henri veuilliuuez, u
she read IN puzzled way "Show The gen
tleman In she said.
i Then she looked at the card some more
i with nm evident effort to corral q fugitive
memory. She had lived in Paris for three
years. Had she known this F'renchman
there. or had some Partisan friend given
him card of introduction to her, Or
! The door opened. A tall, handsome
4 Frenclmarl. in an irreproachable frock
icoat, stood bowling to her. Distinguished
immaculate, graceful. but visibly agitated
he faced her. There was something
strangely familiar about him. She mus
i that she should have forgotten She smiled
la welcome. s
II '.Monsieur -?"
"MadenoiselIe -''
Il Tho voice was more familiar than the
face. Nancy looked dazad.
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