The Lehi banner. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1891-1917, 1906-02-01

NJ. Robiquet IL the first to lose pa
tience. He 10 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 and
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 whlrlwlnd. He feels as II he
were already blown into thousand
fragments-he has an expression OF ter
rified expectancy on his face.
A glance at his wife, however, re-
stores his self-possession by arousing
him to his responsibilities. He calls
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 a struggle.
But Eudoxie is not dead. She 10
huddled in mass on the back stairs
murmuring. with quivering lips:
"Bomb-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. Hesitating at
FIRST, they at last dash through win
desperate courage and their eyes shut.
Once safe outside. they rush in body
to the street Eudoxie has found her
voice and explains that she had just
gone to the linen closet for the en-
broldered napkins when she heard a
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 go!
You shall not! will not allow II!
Eudoxle (shrieklng) - Don't go!
Don't gol oh! Fire! Murderl Thieves!
Just then a 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
Pierrette.
The gentlemen wear long wigs and
whiskers, while one is disguised as a
clown and a second as 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. SO there is no crowd.
Monsieur lin a voice which he tries
| to make sound calm and collected)- lit
Is nothing-only one OF these anarch.
lsts-a bomb
The Guests lin a chorus)-Where?
Madame-In the kitchen.
The Negro-Has II exploded yet?
Monsieur-Not yet
The Clown (energetically)- Then,
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 reappearl
shaking his head as II puzzled.
The Clown--I can't find anything
The Negro-It must be a Joke, like
the one at the prefecture this morn
ing Every one was so sure IL was q
bomb and that they we're going to be
blown into a thousand sphhters. and
then II turned out to be nothing but
cinders and old pens!
Eudoxie (suddenly) Here he comes
back again! I know the sound of his
! wheels! He Is going toward the city!
Monsieur and Madame together
Who?
Eudoxie-The man with the bomb!
wagon is In fact approaching rap
idly. II stops near the frightened. fan.
tastic looking group of people. A man
in blue blouse looks out In amaze.
ment and then addresses Eudoxle--
The Man In the Blouse-Did you And
IL? didn't have time to wait because
| nj NV other deliyeries-I nut yOuI
bonnie glacee on the top of the ice
chest, where | thought you would be
sure to see II.
And as the wagon drives away the
RobiQuets and their guests can see
clearly in the moonlight painted on III
side: confectionery, fine catering
ices a speciality. Prom the French, In