The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1910-07-22
we Shall Have to Eat Red Meat
Now"
CHAPTER x.

NENODc0 iOOhluS race was eldQOlnf
seemingly plunged In unpleasant
thought, II the wrinkles on his fors
head and the knitting Of his brow
were any indication.
When Rouletabflle and were close I
him he deigned to see us and asked u
IN a tone anything but engaging wheth
er we wanted anything. He was n
doubt the not very amiable landlord O
this charming dwelling place. As W,
expressed a hope that be would b,
good enough to furnish us with
breakfast, he assured us that he haC
no provisions.
"You may take US in" Rouleta bile
said to him. I'VE are not policemen"
'T'm not afraid Of the police. Tn
not afraid of any one" replied the
man.
had made my friend understand By
q sign that we should do better not %
insist; but, being determined to enter
the inn, he slipped by the man on the
doorstep and vas in the common room.
'Come on" be said at is very com.
Portable here"
A good fire was blazing In the chin.
ney, and we held cur hands to the
warmth It sent out. It was morning
IN which the approach Of winter was
nnmistakabie. The room was a toler-
ably large one, furnished with two
heavy tables some stools, counter
decorated with rows Of bottles of strip
and alcohol.
"That's a fine fire for roasting
chicken" said Rouletabille.
1--WE have no chicken. not even a
wretched rabbit said the landlord.
II know" said my friend slowly-'T
know. We shall have to eat red meat
now"
Il confess | did not in the least I'M
derstand what Rouletabille meant by
what he had said, but the landlord as
soon as he heard the words uttered an
oath, which he at once stifed, and
placed himself at our orders as ODE
diently as NJ. Robert Darzae had done
when he heard Rouletabille's mysteri-
GUS sentence, 1.-THE presbytery has lost
nothing of its charm nor the garden Its
The man pushed open a little side
door and called to somebody to bring
him half a dozen eggs and piece of
beefsteak. The commission was quick
y executed by a strongly built young
woman with beautiful blond hair and
large, handsome eyes, who regarded us !
with curiosity.
The innkeeper said to her roughly:
''Get out, and If the Green Man comes
lon't let me see him.
She disappeared. Rouletabille took
he eggs, which had been brought to
lin in a bowl, and the meat, which
vas on dish, placed all carefully be-
Tide him In the chimney, unlocked a
rying pan and a gridiron and began
o beat up our omelet before proceed
ng to grill our beefsteak He then or
Iered two bottles Of cider and seemed
o take as little notice of our host as
ur host did Of him. The landlord let
q do our own cooking and set our
able near one Of the windows. Ii
Suddenly I heard him mutter: II
@Ah, there he Isl"
His face had changed, expressing
cree hatred. He went and glued him. t
Blf to one of the windows, watching
Ae road. There was no need for me 4
!, draw Rouletabnle's attention. he 4
ad already left our omelet and bad It
lined the landlord at the window. / q
'ent with him.
A man dressed entirely in green vel
II. hts head covered with hunts
ans cap OF the same color, was ad- !
lncing leisureiy, lighting pipe as he
alked. He carried fowling piece |
ung at his back. His movements
splayed an almost aristocratic ease.
e wore eyeglasses and appeared 10
about five ana forty years OF age.
Is hair as well as his mustache were
Il gray. He was remarkably hand
me. AS he passed near the inn he
STATED, as IL asking himself whether
no he should enter It, gave a glance
ward us, took a few whiffs at his
Do and then resumed his walk at the
me nonchalant pace.
and I looked at our host. s
q flashing eyes, his clinched hands,
trembling lips, told us Of bis tu-
iituous feelings.
He has done well not to come In b
re todayr' he Kissed.
Who Is that manT asked Rouleta-
lie, returning to his omelette.
The Green Man." growled the Inn
,per. Don't you know himf Then nm
the better for you. He Is not an BIZ
to make. Well, he Is M. de
Ingerson's forest keeper" co
You don't appear to like him very ali
chTe asked the reporter, pouring COZ
omelet into the frying pan. tpo
Nobody likes him, monsieur. Hes uls
upstart, who must once have had de
tune of his own, and he forgtvee .as s
,ody because IN order to I've be ~,
been compelled to become serv- str
A keeper Is an much a servant I'D
any other. isn't hsi Upon my at