Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1905-08-31

MIN W ulo responsiveness AAO SoiA"
to the waitress and they go together
to the kitchen, where he expects to
see Eudoxie weltering in her gore. She
must have been killed very quickly,
for there has not been the slightest
sound of struggle.
But Eudoxie is not dead. She Is
huddled in a mass on the back stairs
murmuring, with quiverlng lips:
"Bomb-bomb-bomb!"
Monsieur endeavors to lift her, sup
porting his wife on the otner arm, but
to reach the door they must pass
through the kitchen. Hesitating at
first, they at last dash through VIVA
desperate courage and their eyes shut.
Once safe outside, they rush in a body
to the street Eudoxie has found her
voice and explains that she had just
gone to the linen closet for the en-
broidered napkins when she heard
wagon stop at the back door and then
some one come in.
She came back in time to receive
the terrible announcement that: THE
bomb was in the kitchen!" and she
caught sight of a man in a blue blouse
hurrying away.
Monsieur-Oh, the fuse! | must go
and put out the fuse!
He takes one step forward, but ma
dame, who has come to, clutches at his
coat tails.
Madame (wildly)-You shall not go!
You shall not! will not allow it!
Eudoxie (shrieking) - Don't go!
Don't go! Oh! Fire! Murder! Thieves!
Just then group Of people came
laughing down the road. They are the
Robiquet's guests, who have decided
to improve the beautiful summer even
ing by walking.
The ladies are laughing at strange
headdresses beneath the light scarfs.
Several are in Louis XIV. style, one has
the old Norman cap and another
Pierrette.
The gentlemen wear long wigs and
whiskers, while one is disguised as q
clown and second as a negro.
They stop in astonishment to see
their host and hostess out in the road,
and the questions and ordinations fly
fast. Fortunately the villa stands quite
by itself, 80 there Is no crowd.
Monsieur Tin q voice which he tries
to make sound calm and collected)-It
is nothing-only one Of these anarch-
ists-a bomb
The Guests lin chorus)-Where?
Madame-In the kitchen.
The Negro-Has it exploded yet?
Monsieur-Not yet. n
The Clown (energetically)-Thgh,
what the devil
Before they can stop him he has run
up the path and into the house. There
is an oppressive silence. Every heart
throbs with the same fear, the same
horror. After several moments, which
seemed like hours, the clown reappears
shaking his head as If puzzled.
The Clown can't find anything.
The Negro-It must be q joke, like
the one at the prefecture this morn
ing. Every one was so sure it was a
bomD and that they were going to be
blown into a thousand splinters, and
then it turned out to be nothing but
cinders and old pens!
Eudoxie (suddenly)-Here he comes
back again! know the sound Of his
wheels He is going toward the city!
Monsieur and Madame together
Who?
Eudoxie-The man with the bomb!
A wagon is in fact approaching rap
idly. 1t stops near the frightened, fan
tastic looking group of people. A man
in a blue blouse looks out in amaze
ment and then addresses Eudoxie-
The Man in the Blouse-Did you find
it? didn't have time to wait because
of my other deliveries-I put your
bonnie glacee on the top of the ice
chest, where l thought you would be
sure to see it.
And as the wagon drives away the
Robiquets and their guests can see
clearly in the moonlight, painted on its
side: Confectionery, fine catering,
ices a speciality. Prom the French, in
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