Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1908-06-19
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any CltW w NH~
~ who was almost son TO her. be
0,Sss | thought you SAID you couion
ga Madame La Seur-
pD At had some difficulty at first; but l
nod one of my men on the track for
10 la ,agt two days. He now reports her
'ne -asidinr in Belleville. l shall move
90 no that neighborhood tonight, and
W uiOmenee my Investigations. In the
e'aontime | want you to continue TO
ins sah Monsieur Chabot and report what
wa aus onr deluded friend the project of
uolice is taking. -, -,
IS co they parted, Cassagne to his lodg-
,rgs TO assume such a dress as would
saruonize with the humble quarters OF
.ha town where he proposed to pursue |
Sis investigations, D'Auburon to his club,
Dhore he had an appointment with M.
T.ros cbabot. and in whose company he |
'ronld presently repair to the drawing
,,o Of the Vicomte and Vicomtesse de
Valair.
Inc anyone who had taken the trouble
40 look might have seen enter the Rue
pononiere by its western end, a man
irassed in rough garments, who looked
I;ho well-to-do workman, with his heavy
sboes and lime-bespattered corduroys. lie
,vors no collar on his check cotton shirt,
hut around his throat was loosely tied a
-od nocket handkerchief. A bag contain
jng few tools was slung over his shout
der.
Presently he stopped ostensibly to pur-
.hosa some fruit, which a hawker in one
~ the barrows in the middle of the street
mas vociferously Offering for sale. As
no stood there chatting in a friendly way
Nth the peddler, however, his gaze in
-ealtv fixed upon a scene before him
unique even among the curious phases OF
life to be encountered iu the Rue Ban
quiere.
In a shop which in point of size was
5ouble at least that of either Of its ad-
mining neighbors, a crowd of the very
poorest of Belleville had gathered. There
must have been thirty or forty men, wom-
en- and children inside the doors, at the
very least, and as many more waiting out
side on the pavement
Over this shop swung a sign-board, on
both sides of which was painted the figure
oil q maQ-COOh, Ill u Will cap anu oPAcAf
industriously carving an unnaturally red
round beef; and underneath, apparently
unframed by the steam and the gravy,
for 1t was plainly to be read, was the
democratic legend, II carve for the peo-
ple."
Inside the shop a gentleman similarly
habited, but trihe less ccrpulent and
dlgnifed than his counterfeit presentment
on the sign, was at that moment actually
engaged in the very occupation which the
legend advertised. He was engaged In
carving for the people.
In place. however, of operating upon
a round of beef, he was engaged in slic-
Ing, with great rapidity, meat pudding.
This pudding itself, apart from the hun
gry crowd waiting to devour it, was an
object worth looking at. 1t was at least
FIVE feet long and as thick as a ships
cable. AS the cook cut off a slice, a
stout woman of about ffty-fve years OF
age would seize 1t, wrap 1t up in a piece
Of newspaper, and hand 1t to someone in
the crowd, not letting go of the appetiz
ing morsel, however, until she had re
ceiyed in exchange therefor two coins II
copper, a great heap of which lay in
drawer beside her.
The workman at the huckster's barrow
finished his apple and bought another
The intent gaze which he kept fixed upoI
the cook shop at length attracted the at
tention of the vender
You seem to be amused" he said
Have you never seen a pudding cut be
fore"
mot such a pudding as that" replies
the man with the bag. Its quite q sight
amt it? Why, there's another"
That's nothing. They'll keep tina
thing up for an hour yet. Old Mothe
Merchants buildings have a reputation
4 tell you, In the Rue Banquiere."
The shop, then, belongs to Madam
Merchant, who, / suppose, is that oil
ladyT
Yes, and not only the shop, but tn
mousse as well. She has not been cuttin
buildings all these years for nothing
shes pretty good-hearted woman
though, and nobody begrudges her he
money. In the winter time she lets N
sell hot pies right in front of her shc
mere though It's against her own trade
The glare Of the petroleum lamps ficl
cred up less brightly. The night crept @
apace. The fierce glare of the sire
changed to dingy twilight. 1t was {
the footlights had been turned half-wa
Down in some realistic melodrama. II
crowd melted away at last.
Only the stub end of one of the pu
1lngs remained on the greasy counte
Inc drawer was piled full of coins.
wretched woman, gaunt with famine. vi
The only customer left. She was bargai
ing Tor bone with which to make sou