The Lehi banner. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1891-1917, 1905-12-14

vi. fODlQuet Is inc uFSt 70 lOSt pa- !
thence He Is Just starting toward the
door himself when hoarse voice cries
loudly:
The bomb Is In the kitchenl"
Before either monsieur or madame
can grasp the meaning Of the danger
which is threatening them, they hear
the crunch OF the gravel beneath hasty
steps and a wagon drives hurriedly
away.
Madame utters one scream aud
promptly faints. Monsieur looks about |
him with large, frightened eyes, too
scared to move. Ii seems TO him that |
the slightest gesture will set loose the |
horrible whirlwind. lie feels as II he
were already blown into thousand
fragments-he has an expression OF ter !
riGed expectancy on his face.
A glance at his wife. however. re-
stores his self-possession by arouslng
him to his responsibilities. lie calls
to the waitress and they 60 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 a struggle.
But Eudoxie is not dead. She is
huddled in mass on the back stairs
murmuring, with quivering lips:
| rBomb--bomb-bom
! Monsieur endeavors to lift her. sup
porting his wife on the otner arm. but
to reach the door they must pass
through the kitchen. Hesltating at
first, they at last dash through wnn
desperate courage and their eyes shut.
once safe outside. they rush in BODY
| to the street. Eudoxle has found her
voice and explains that she had Just
gone to the linen closet for the en-
broidered napkins when she heard q
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 man in blue blouse
hurrying away.
Monsieur-Oh, the fuse! I 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 gol
You shall not, will not allow II!
Eudoxie (shrieking) - Don't go!
Don't gol Oh! Fire! Murderl Thieves
Just then a group of people came
laughing down the road. They are tbs
Robiquet's guests. who have decide.
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 a
Pierrette.
The gentlemen wear long wigs and
whiskors. while one is disguised as a
clown and a second as negro.
They stop In establishment to see
their host and hostess out In the road
aud the questions and ordinations fly
last. Fortunately the villa stands quite
by itself, so there Is no crowd.
: Monsieur lin a voice which he tries
10 make sound calm and collected)-Ii
Is nothlng--only one OF these anarch
lsts--a bomb
The Guests lin a horus)-Where?
Madame-ln the kitchen.
I, The Negro-IIas II exploded yet?
Monseur-Not yet.
The Clown (energetlcally) Then
a what the devil
Before they can stop him he has run
a up the path and into the house. There
a is an oppressive silence. Every hear
. throbs with the same fear. the SAM
horror. After several moments, which
seemed like hours, the clown rcSppear
. shaking his head as II puzzled.
The Clown can't find anything.
The Negro-It must be Joke, lik
!, the one at the prefecture this morn
ing. Every one was so sure II was
bomb aud that they were going to b
. blown into thousand sphnters, ant
then Il turned out to be nothing blu
N cinders and old pens!
Eudoxie (suddenly)-Here he come
back aeainl know the sound OF hi
wheelsl lie is going toward the city
. Monsieur and Madame together
Who?
:, Eudoxie-Ths man with the bomb
~ A wagon is in fact approaching RAP
- idly. IL stops near the frightened, far
- tastlc looking group of people A ma
~ In a blue blouse looks out in amaze
ment and then addresses Eudoxie--
y The Man In the Blouse-Did you I'm
t.? | didn't have time to walt becaus
q OF my other deliveries-l put you
bombe-glacee on the top OF the ic
20 chest where thought you would !
"a sure TO see IT,
y And as the wagon drives away n
Robiquets and their guests can 81
4 clearly in the moonlight, painted on q
&c side: Confectionery, fine catering
= ices a specially. Prom the French.
= N. Y. Sun.