The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1909-01-10

to kick because he don't look cheer
full enough for an exhibit; so Jules
lets out what s the matter.
"Well, well!' says Emil. "That' g
too bad"
Then he fixes up a scheme for Jules
to take a trip home, have talk with
Felce, and maybe bring her on to
the brilliantine fact 'ry, where there's
a good openin' for a bright girl. 1t
works as smooth as lard Felice was
tired of the village, anyway, and Jules
looks such a swell in his new city
clothes that she most tears the shingles
of the back shed slidin down to meet
him.
For month or so Jules is as merry
as if he was one of the chorus in a
musical comedy Him and Felice
pastes labels side by side, and durin
the lunch hour Jules plans how they IL
have quiet weddin and furnish three
rooms over the delicatessen store. Then
Emil butts in. He begins hangin over
the bench to watch Felice work, and
the first thing she knows she's pro-
NOTED to the office and set to addressin
circulars. From that on the plot gums
up; but Jules don t mistrust anything
until one pay day when, without any
warnin', he's handed his release.
How's this?' says he. "Have I
been pastin crooked, or anything?"
Emil says no, but they always run
short handed durin' the summer, and
he might call around again next fall
"But how about my dear Felice?"
says Jules.
"Oh, she's all right says Emil.
''She's quite as much of a peach as
you described; more 50, in fact. And,
seeing that you II be carrying the ban
ner for some time, I've decided to mar
ry her myself. "
Up Against a shifty Customer.
At that Jules throws a fit; but when
F'elice steps in and explains through
the desk grating that she's sorry, but
he's only false alarm while Emil
is the one best bet, his Corsiean blood
goes up to fever heat Inside of the
next three days Jules is thrown out
of the fact Try four times, and on his
last trip a husky porter kicks him all
the way to the gate, while Felice stands
at a window and grins.
just at that point he buys this trick
knife with the spring blade. His next
move is to stand on the church steps
and make VOW that, so long as he
can hate, he will follow the trail Of
this eurrrsed Emil Bourdonne until he
has a chance to carve his initials on
his inner works.
But he's up against shifty Gus
toner Mr.. Bourdonne not only has
him put under bonds to keep the peace,
but he gets him run out of the dis
trict. So Jules drifts into a table
d 'hote place and learns to be a waiter
He settles down for a long wait, too.
Every report he gets of Emil only
piles up the agony The weddin' has
been pulled off in fine shape, the bril-
liantine business is boomin', and the
happy couple is movin' into a double
breasted mansion with fountain on
the front lawn. jules sharpens up his
knife and Kisses Corsican cuss words
through his front teeth. Next he hears
that Emil has opened a London branch
and has moved across the Channel.
Jules trails along, too. He grows side
whiskers and hires himself out as a
butler, havin' a fool idea that he III
be on hand somewhere when Emil is
asked to dinner. But there s nothin'
doin'. The calendar moves on, year
after year. Emil has got to be
reg Tar brilliantine king, with his name
blown in a million bottles every sea.
son, while Jules is only front butler
for a man that runs an ale brewery.
At last Jules gets word that Emil
has gone into the export business
so big that his just as likely to turn
up in New York as anywhere; SO he
comes over here. Findin' the wages
better and the tips bigger, he stays.
And that s the whole hist 'ry down to
date.
"And how far back was it, do you
say, that Felice squeezed the lime Juice
in your eye?" says I.
elbow long2' says he. "Why,
wight, vigntet une-twenty-two years
this spring, sir. -
GA Crouch old enough to votel"
says I, "Geen'
With that I looks him over careful,
to see, if he really means it. And say,
come to size Tidson up once more
loose jay, wide eyes, stoop soulders, and
all could make a new guess. It's a
case of pipe dream. Maybe he had
been real wrathy once, when he was
young and full of ginger; but twenty
odd years of steppin soft and lively
to answer the buzzer, of bowin and
serapin and holdin the door open had
simmered him down until he was as
harmless as an air gun with blu 'sted
spring. What he ID had his mind set
on all this time wal MT spillin some
body's gore, but gettin' the soup on
the table hot and keepin' the glasses
filed. And all there was to his re-
venge business was just an afterg1ow.
It was keepin' his mind stirred up and
maxim his hair fall out; but it didn It
amount to anything more n brain bug.
He'd never hurt any one.
"Here, Tidson,' says I, "here's
your keepsake. Better close up that