The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1909-06-09
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CHAPTER v.
The Rat-Faced Frenchman Has
Words With Monsieur Mt the
st. Regulus.
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across M. lie Dues pallid face as
he lay sleeping soddenly in his
luxurious chamber at the st. Reg
illus after a most wearisome night
journey from Chicago, woke him
to, blinking consciousness of his
uncared-for condition.
! He gaped and yawned, caught
sight of the clock, and sat up with
an exclamation of anger. There
was no sign of his morning choco-
late-his duty clothes were lying
untended where he had left them.
Where the devil was Jules! OF
not attend to his duties! He reach
ed for the bell-push, and pushed it
hard.
A red-headed bell boy appeared
with a pitcher of ice water.
Send my servant" said mon
sieur, and the boy. having bowed
with great outward Difference, left
him to brood over his many
wrongs.
1t was Jules advice which had
sent him off on a fools errand
to Chicago. He had travelled I'M
attended,w it'll the common herd.
He had been subject to all dtscom-
forts. He had not been able to
lsleep in the train, and, when he
had once more reached the st.
Regulus, at half past eight in the
morning, he had to turn on his
own hot bath and get into bed
without help-because Jules could
not be found. These and a num-
Der of other fermenting grievances
much inflamed monsieur. And,
even now. no one came hurrying
Ito his assistance.
4 He rang a second time. The red
headed youth reappeared.
! Are ye stuck to tn wire, or
| thryin' to bore a hole through tn
wall, We frog-eatin' Frenchman?"
Send Jules Chevrel to me.
Where is Jules? Send me Jules!
Send me my servant, Jules"
"Awright,' said the red-headed
boy, bowling still more deeply.
| He once more withdrew, and
monsieur threw himself back on
his pillows with a great air of ex-
haustion. But when Jules Chew
rel did at length arrive, q short
thick-set man, close-cropped after
the French fashion, carrying a cup
of chocolate in one unsteady hand,
and in the other a morning paper,
his eyes bloodshot, his employer
had enough energy left to berate
him roundly.
| You were drunk again last
night, Jules"
II was SOBER" Jules contradict
ed insolently.
Have the goodness to hand me
my boots" cried monsieur, getting
half out Of bed In his rage over
such futile untruth.
"You don't want boots on your
bare, feet" Jules objected. 'NYou
aren't going to battle in your
boots. What do you want your
boots for?"
II want them to kick you down.
tstairs with, you sconudrel!" cried
monsieur, but Jules merely darted
a glance of contempt at him and
went on with his own occupations
unmoved. He would have a card
or two to produce from his sleeve
ere he should be kicked down
Stairs.
Monsieur subsidized presently,
but he did not altogether forego
his complaint.
why did 1 bring you with me
from Parish" he grumbled bitter
ly. Because you can speak the
barbarous language they use in
this harbarous country, and that
you might assist me in my search.
l place myself thus in your power,
and how do you help me? BY get
ting drunk! Look you, Jules.
There Is now enough of this folly.
The next time it happens you go
back to Paris
SIS it my fault" growled Jules
disrespectfully, 'that 1t takes a.
little time to find needle in such
la haystack? Have not I toiIed
|devotedly to serve monsieur? Mon
|sieur forgets, it seems''--
81 forget nothing, Jules" mon
|sieur broke in, in tone more pla-
cable. He did not care to be re-
minded of some services Jules had
done him. 81 forget nothing, and
when the time comes you will
not find me ungrateful."
"When you get hold of the girl,
lyou mean," muttered Jules to him
lself. II may get the smallest pos
sible share of the plunder-if I
can force you to disgorge. But
know a trick worth two OF that.
TN squeeze her purse first, and
yours afterwards-since 1t will
then be better filled. I wish I had
not let her slip through my fingers
last night, but-I'1l find her again.
And, in the meantime, l suppose,
must humor you"
"Monsieur's bath Is ready" he.
said aloud. He was sober enough
now, and had all his wits about
him again. He would tell nothing
of his chance encounter with the
object of their joint quest.
Events will develop them
selves" Jules assured him
self with great philosophy. "And
when / find her again, as GER
ltainly sh;tll, she Will pay dearly
for any extra trouble I may have.
before I turn her over to mon