Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1911-03-17

odcFe! muttered Dumar5, 8hudi
Ing. ut is the Mother Of Christ. w
would you do7"
Shut up. Judas!" said Robbi
eoldly. ITS too late for you to
saved now.
With firm hand. he Clipped a 81
from the shoulder of the image. I
cut showed dull. grayish metal,
a thing coating of gold leaf.
Lead" announced Robbins. hurli
his knife to the floor-"gildedl"
ITO the devil with it," said Duma
forgetting his scruples. Il must ha
drink"
Together they walked moodily to u
cafe OF Madame Tibault, two suuar
away.
1t seemed that madame's mind hs
been stirred that day to fresh recolle
tons OF the past services of the tW
young men In her behalf
You musn' sit by those table" sb
interposed, as they were about to dro
into their accustomed seats "Thas
so, boys. But no. mex you come a
this room, like my tres bons amis Yes
| goin mex for you myself one an;
settle and one cafe royale YER fine. All
lax treat my fen nize. Yes. PHI;
come In this way"
Madame led them into the little bacl
room, into which she sometimes in
vited the especially favored of her Gus
toners. In two comfortable arm.
chairs. by big window that opened
upon the courtyard. she placed them,
/ with low tnhla hot
hospitality about, she began to pre-
pare the promised refreshments.
II was the first time the reporters
mad been honored with admission to
the sacred precincts. The room was
In dusky twilight. fecked with CLEANS
or the polished. fine woods and bur-
nished glass and metal that the Gre
oies love. From the little courtyard
a tiny fountain sent In an insinuat-
Ing sound of trickling waters, to which
a banana plant by the window kent
time with its tremulous leaves.
Robbins, an investigator by nature,
sent curious glance rowing about the
room. From some barbaric ancestor,
madame had inherited a penchant for
the crude in decoration.
The walls were adorned with cheap
lithographs-forid libels upon nature.
addressed to the taste of the bour-
geoise-birthday cards, garnish news
paper supplements and specimens OF
art-advertising calculated to reduce
the optic nerve to stunned submits.
sion. A patch of something unintelli
gible in the midst of the more candid
hfGnInU
and took step nearer, to interrogate
1t at closer range. Then he leaned
weakly against the wall, and called
out:
Madame Tibault! o, Dadamei
Since when-oh! since when-haye
you been in the habit OF paperinR
your walls with five thousand dollar
United States four per cent. gold
bond? Tell me-is this Grimm's
fair tale, or should consult an ocu-
list?"
At HIS words, Madame Tibault and
Dumars approached.
"H'what you say?" said madame,
eheerily. "H'what you say, M'sieur
RobbinY Bon? All! those nize iii
peezes papier! One tam think those
wat you call calendar, wiz III day
OF mont below. But, no. Those wall
Is broke In those place, M'sieur Rob-
bin,' and l PLACE those III peezes pa
pier to conceal re crack. | did think
the couleur harm'nize so well with the
wall papier. Where get them from?
All, yes, remem' YER we'll. One day
M'sieur NORM, he come at my houze-
thass bout one mont before he shall
die-thass long bout tam ne promise
TO invest those money TO me. M-sieur
NORM, he leave thoze III peezes papier
In those table, and say YER much bout
money thass hard for me to ond-stan.
Mails / never see those money again.
Thass YER wicked man. M'sieur Mo-
rim H'what you call those peezes pa
pier, M'sieur Robbin'-bon ?"
Robbins explained
There's your twenty thousand dob
lars, with coupons attached" he said.
running his thumb around the edge
of the four bonds. Better get an ex-
pert to peel them of for you. Mister
NORM was all right. I'm going out to
get my ears trimmed.
He dragged Dumars by the arm into
the outer room. Madame was scream
Ing for Nicolette and Meme to come
observe the fortune returned to her by
M'sieur NORM, that best of men, that
saint in glory.
"Marsy," said Robbins, I'm going
on jamboree. For three days the es.
teemed Pic will have to get along
without my valuable services. | ad-
wise you to join me. Now, that green
stun you drink is no good. It stimu-
Iates thought. What we want to do is
TO forget to remember. I'll Introduce
you to the only lady in this case that
Is guaranteed to produce the desired
results. Her name is Belle Of Ken
lucky, twelve-year-old Bourbon. In
quarts. How does the idea strike
your"
"Allons!" said Dumars. "Cherchex