The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-01-12
CHAPTER VIII.

ling teeth were hidden behind a huge
black mustache, and WHOSE black beard
was cut in the Vandyke style, with all
the precision of a Partisan dandy, though
be was dressed only in a stained and
well-worn pair of gray linen trousers
and a ragged blue flannel shirt. was en-
gagged in taking down the shutters OF the
Hotel de Paris, facing the leyee Of New
Orleans.
The Hotel de Paris was a small, two
story building, which seemed so thin and
puny between its two four-story neigh
bors that one might have imagined some
body had found it in quite another spot,
md had m~aliciously dropped it into its
place to fill up the gap 1t was brightly
distempered in a sallnony pink. and the
green shutters and green window blinds
gave it a cheerful aspect, to which the
daring signboard. adorned with the leg
md, John Roberts, Proprietor" in gold
letters On a green ground, added consid-
erably.
Just then the rather unsteady and I'M
even tramp of many steps resounded on
the broad stone flags, and a company of
the newly enrolled Louisiana State Vol
unteers, in gray uniforms with red cord
hgs, came marching by in open order car
rying their converted Brown Bess mus
kets in any manner from the trail" to
hhe right shoulder shift" singing
Away Down in Dixie" and looking for
al the world as If no thought of a posi-
BILE death on the battlefield found q place
In their minds.
The short, dark man, who had been
watching the soldiers pass by, shrugged
hi shoulders in d~isapproval of their I'M
Disciplined gait, and grunted impatiently
rs b, dragged the heavy shutters from
their places. This portion Of his work
being over, Monsieur Henri Sainton-
for it was he-sat himself down on a
wooden stool and looked about him like
4 man dazed by his exertions.
He had been sitting on the stool for
the space of about five or six minutes.
when a sharp, scowling face appeared
ut the top Of a small staircase, a face
rs bearded as his own, but with the
difference that the hair was Of a coarse
red of various shades.
Look here. Henri" cried a rasping
voice, what on earth are you up to now?
Are you going to kick your legs about all
day? And the red-bearded man, dressed
In linen trousers and a flannel shirt only.
came with slippered feet downstairs, and
stood facing Henri with his arms crossed
pver his chest. What do you think l
brought you here for?" he asked, with a
meer of disgust. do you hin it was
to eat sponge cakeY'
NO." growled Monsieur Henri Sain-
ton, in reply TO Mr.. Bernard Quayle. for
pc was the gentleman who had resumed
bis old patronymic of John Roberts you
sot bring me for sponge cake. You bring
me for clean knives, scrub floor all day,
all night. You bring me for fight ven
sailor call You zief and make your eyes
black viz growing oyster can. l rebel, /
clean knife no more. I scrub floor no
mere. Negro cheap. You buy negro,
clean knife. scrub floor. 1 go bed
You ungrateful sweep" said Mr..
Quayle. with slow, Kissing emphasis.
Where would you be now if l had not
taken pity on you?"
"Me?' retorted Henri, ~defiantly. "In
Paris. You come ere, and zere are cafe
concerts in Paris"
YES" r~ejoined Mr.. Quayle; there are
,afe concerts, and there are also police;
and a nice figure you'd cut-you, an es-
capped convict. They'd have you by the
neck before you were up to many of
FOUR larks. Thank your stars you are
with me, and be grateful"
Grateful" nearly yelled Henri. Vat
for grateful?'
I'm tell you what you ought to be
grateful for" Missed Mr.. Quayle. You
ought TO be grateful to me for teaching
you the beastly English you are speaking.
You ought to be grateful to me for allow
fno &c ~hopo 18th mo rrho, ~ -
lieved that coniding Dutchman of his
two thousand three hundred dollars"
YES" interrupted Henri, two zou-
sam gree 'underd. You take zousan' five
underd- You give me eight 'underd. /
ave nozings. You buy hotel. You boss.
You ave all you want. 1 scrub floor.
clean knife, take DOWN shutter"
At this outburst Mr.. Quayle thought
Il polite to change his demeancr. He
became friendly. changing the subject
and saying: Confusion to that villain
Adams. who sent us to slavery in the
yalleys."
"Deaz to Eat pig Adamsi" exclaimed
Henri, with great fervor. I've VIII make
If i'm food for dogs, 1 swear"
And death to that wretched hussy
through whom we were sent to the gal
leys." Quayle went on.
Henri's retort was not so fervent. He
pursed his lips and shrugged his shout
ders.
YES" he cried. after a moments
pause. But she beautiful, and if she
aice viz me, l lot know"
what d'you ear 2" snorted Quayle.
You are not alone to be considered in
this matter. l suffered through her as
well, and I have got my reckoning to do
You swore you would kill her when you
got the chance"
Yes, / swear, and l keep my swear
replied Henri. "But il she nice, very
aice. I not know" he added. with q
sigh
Quayle looked at his companion again
As if he would have poisoned him with q
glance had he been able
aIn keep your nose to the grindstone
my friend" he muttered to himself. I'll
you were not intended to be my catspaw
I'd soon make short work Of you"
At that moment the sounds Of a bugle
playing a march made both Henri and
OuayIe prick up their ears. The clear
pulse-quickening melody seemed to grir
them. and they both stepped to the door
Another mass Of soluiersHa battalion
his time-were coming with swinging
step along the road. A couple of horse
men and-what seemed more strange
4 lady on horseback rode at the head OIL
the column. Iienri's ayes instinctively
frightened as he recognized the uniforms