The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1912-01-25

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his grave, his Golfers empty. his sub
jects e~stranged, under the severe do
minion Of Madame de Maintenon. But
l ound 1t beautiful, and in the romance
with which / clothed 1t forgot the I'M
even streets, the stenches of the in-kept
cutters, the danger from the tottering
walls. 1t was to me a dream city, ano,
as In dreams, I used only n faculty
In regarding 1.-THE Imagination.
i awoke with it's uproar in my ears
and gazed with interest from my win
dow at the hurrying torrent Of car
riage n vehicles of every kind which
filled the street from side to side and
constantly threatened to engulf and
overwhelm the Dol passengers, hurled
crush. I watched with apprehension
the attempts of a pretty woman to
cross the crowded roadway. and
breathed a sigh Of relief when I saw
her safely over. A tap at the door
brought me from the window, and l
opened 1t to find Jacques bowling on
the threshold.
Good morning, monsieur" he said.
Is there anything you wish?"
Nothing but breakfast, my dear
jacques" / answered, heartily, for I
had taken a liking to his pleasant face
and admired the unquestioning way In
which he carried out his masters or
ueTs. IL VIII De SerNeu sooH' l
trust"
1T is awaiting. monsieur" he said.
and he led the way to the lower floor.
Have o heard anything further
from Richelieu?" / asked, when l had
seated myself at the table and he was
stationed behind my chair.
only a message from him this
morning, asking If monsieur had arrived
home safely, and stating that he him
self had reached Limours without mis-
adventure and would be at Blois to-
night, where he would consider his flu
ture course"
Pray heaven that it TAX him on
to Bayonne." l said, fervently. HE Is
better away from Paris for a time"
But I had little hope that he would
think Of caution. IF you send q mes
sage to him." 1 added. tell him that I
am quite safe and hat he need have no
concern on my account" Yet l knew
very we'll that it was not / but Mile. de
Valois who would bring him back to
Paris.
The day was bright and warm and I
left the house with a light heart. I
reflected that / could do nothing better
thar call at the salon of Madame du
Maine and renew my offer OF service,
but the day was not yet far advanced.
and I fingered upon the quays, where
a thousand noises mingled in n inde-
StTlDdDlS upIodI "Ill11 ldStllidtSu IiC
Boats were discharging their cargoes
at the landing places, a row Of boys sat
upon the piers fishing, the crowd eddied
ceaselessly Jack and forth, and above
all the din arose the cries of the street
vendors of vegetables, fruit, fish, milk,
and I know not what, for their incom-
~prehensible iargon. which I vainly en-
deavored to understand, gave me no
clue to the wares they were selling. At
every step there was a beggar, a blind
man or q street musician. The water
carriers, of whom l was told there were
not less than 10000 in Paris. carried
bells, which they rang with an ardor
nothing seemed to diminish. Here was
q woman selling oysters, which she
carried in a huge hamper OF her back;
another was bent almost double under
a great bundle OF brooms; a third was
selling fowers, which were displayed
on a broad shallow basket strapped to
her hips. Men were crying the most
impossible things-toy windmills, boot
laces, buckets, bellows, prints, and even
rat traps. Here was a tinker, carrying
with him his fire Of charcoal, his
anvil, and all his tools; there
a cobbler, who was sitting against
the wall, in a corner out of
harms way, mending q shoe. One
fellow with a loud voice and a very
red face e~ndeavored to sell me a ticket
~ Spllit loliNiSE oA'' oAAoNi'N iva
me a bottle Of magic ink, which would
fade after a certain time and leave nc
trace behind it. He told me it was Of
especial value and in great demand for
love letters, since, after the second day,
the writing would entirely disappear
and so compromise no one. l laughed
at him, and TOLD him l had no use for
his ink, since ] had never In my life
written a love letter, whereat he
showed me, with a great air Of mys-
terry a wizards ring, which he was
willing to part with for a pistole, and
which. he assured me would win me the
love of any woman whose hand / might
touch while / wore it. I inquired why
1t was hat he was willinG to sell so
great a treasure, and y? answered that
1t a made his life n burden TO him,
so closely and constantly was he pur-
sued by the women who a fallen
victims to the talIsman. A crowd had
gathered around us as we talked, and
when i turned away, still laughing, he
appealed to other IF the listeners, and
I doubt not managed to strike q bar
gain with one Of them. / dill not wait
to see the conclusion Of the matter,
but struggled through the crowd. and
with considerable effort gained the
other side of the river, where l finally
paused to take breath in the Rue des
Poulies.
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