The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1911-12-07

hearty cordially of the night before.
/ had been half afraid-though / would
not admit it even to myself-that
the morning might in some way
ping the pretty castles which / had
been building IN the air. Breakfast
was soon served. We fingered over the
meal. during which / gave the duke
q little history of my family, and noon
was striking as we left the house.
I'VE 20 to the Cafe Procope," said
Richelieu. 1T is in new style which
we shall find some one there who can
tell US the news of the court"
We entered the carriage which was
in waiting, drove out through the CEN
trail gate, the army Of lacqueys bow
ing on either side and across Paris
toward the Rue Saint Germain-des-
Pres, where the cafe stood and which
it bade fair to render one OF the most
fashionable quarters of the city. The
cafe had. as the duke said, inaugural
ed q new style, and there was only one
other in Paris at the time, the care
de la Regenee, whose name was sur
icient Of itself to keep my companion
away from it..
A drive of 10 minutes brought us to
the suburb. where the cafe stood, and
the throng of carriages before the door
! babel greeted us as we entered. for
it had become the fashion for each
person to do his best to out-talk his
neighbors. We found with some diff
fculty an unoccupied table and Richie
lieu motioned me to seat while ne
took the one opposite.
There is no coffee made in Paris
which compares with that served
here" he remarked, and as he sum-
| moned a waiter looked about me. The
room was large and was rendered even
| larger in appearance by the numerous
richly carved mirrors which embel-
| lished the walls. Through an open
doorway at the back came the click OF
dice and much loud laughter. Gaily at
and leaving the private cabinets and
trills Of feminine laughter mingled with
| the harsher voices of the men.
| "Ah. de Rey," cried Richelieu at that
moment to a gentleman sitting at the
next table. mile. de Launay was tell
ing us a clever story at your expense
i last night"
"And what was it, may ask?" ques-
toned de Rey, a tall, black NOUS
tached man, whom thought ungainly.
"She accuses you Of fickleness In
and he related the geometrical sally.
w
cried de Rey, as the story was finished,
laughing as heartily as one one. "A
man never knows today whom he will
meet tomorrow and not knowing that
how can he be certain whom he will
lover"
While he was speaking, three mer
had entered and taken seats at
neighboring table. They commenced
conversing in voices which seemed tC
me unnecessarily loud, and / could not
avoid overhearing them.
Have you heard" one of them
asked, "of The disposition the regent IL
to make Of his daughter, Mile. dc Va
lois?"
/ glanced at Richlieu and saw thai
he also had heard. His face was white
with anger. and I saw he knew the
men and did not doubt that they hae
=, come there purposely to insult him.
Proposals for her hand have beer
received from the King of Sardinia,
: continued the speaker, land the re
gent Is only too glad to get rid o
| the fair Charlotte. She seems destined
3 to become even more troublesome thar
, Madame du Berri." and the speake
, laughed. with an insolent note in hi
4 voice. and glanced meaningly In our oil
rection. A sudden stiffness had fallel
upon the crowd.
by NY "oius SliNu thS OtHSt, icof>
t ing full at Richelieu. twill be ba'
n news to a certain gentleman who's
name begins with r and who, I hav
a heard, has been dying of love for tn
Valois this month past"
e The duke was out of his chair In a.
t instant. but was before him.
Monsieur will doubtless give me tn
pleasure of a moments conversation
outsi6e," l inquired courteously.
And who the devil may you be-?
| he asked, in an insolent tone.
perhaps this will tell you,' cried
red with anger at the insult, and
struck him fairly in the mouth wit
: ny open hand.
= He leaned from his chair and drey
. his sword with a furious gesture, no
y was did mine linger in its sheath
: Tables were overturned, chairs wer
, thrown aside, and our swords had al
q ready engaged, when q little fat mar
= with prodigiously long moustachio:
. came running up.
q mot in here. messieurs! Not 1
. here, beg of you'll" he cried
- wringing his hands. 1T woul
. ruin my business should those devil
= of Herault ever hear or It," / remen
bered that Herault was lieutenant {
!, police.
> HE Is right" I said, dropping m
y point LET us adjourn to the stree
y monsieur. There. at least, we shall ir
~ jure no one but ourselves"
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