The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-10-09
CHAPTER 1v-(continued,.

the other. Step in, my dear sir, and
welcome, thrice welcome. No man
can ever say that Jacques Gaillard
ever refused a hand, or a seat in his
carriage, to the distressed. 'Tis a yell
low carriage would that it were.
1T SO let us take it, just so, and, after
all, what's in color? In a girl, yes; i'll
a cabriolet, no. Never mind the color.
Vite, cocher! for my friend in black
has to reach Paris by 1880"
Eight" said De Maupeou, wonder
Ing at his c~ompanion's ease and af-
fluence of language, while the cab
riolet started, leaving the coachman to
do what he could with the broken
carriage in the roadway.
"Eight?" said Gaillard. We'll, it
does not much matter"
He dived his hand beneath the seat
and brought out a bottle, proffered it
a gulp himself and returned it to it's
place.
Eyes, monsieur" said Gaillard, as
though continuing a conversation, "one
doesn't get married every day; that is
to say, one doesn't make a fool of
oneself every day. You understand me
perfectly"
"Ah!" said De Maupeou. p%erceiving
In a flash that his companion was not
only drunk but very drunk. Monsieur
then has been married today?"
MAI fol, yes" replied Gaillard,
making another dive at the bottle as if
for comfort.
"And where, may 1 ask, Is madem?"
inquired the incautious De Maupeou.
"Madem?" said Giallard, corking the
bottle and replacing it. Madame"
Then, as though the question had sud
denly reached his understanding,
mon Dieu! where is she?" He glanced
-.~,,- it,, -, o /. Io~1,;,~ Po- {l,~ y
sent one; then he began shouting to
the coachman to stop.
The vehicle drew up.
"Madame?" cried the coachman.
"How can / say? 1 picked you W at
the Couronne, you and your bottle.
You have lost her? Well. that is not
my fault"
Gaillard, to the alarm Of De Maupe-
GU, instead of replying to this. strug-
gled out of the cabriolet and stood
looking about him, up and down the
road and across the fields. as IL in
search Of his missing partner.
She's gone" said he, but the ques-
ton remains. where did | leave her?
We must return; that Is the only thing
to be done, decidedly"
De Maupeou, who had clambered
out and was standing or the road be-
side his desirable husband, held up a
piece Of gold to the coachman. unob-
served by his
"And what about this gentleman who
wishes to 60 to Paris?" asked the
coachman.
HE can come back and have a drink
at the Couronne," replied Gaillard.
''Then when / hay found my wife we
can all go to Paris and have a pleas
ant evening"
"Monsieur' cried De Maupeou. what
ycn say is impossible. 1t Is impera-
tive that l should reacn Paris by hall
past eight"
He was furious now. not only at the
delay, but at his own position: the
vice chancellor of France arguing with
a drunken stranger on the highroad; a
nice affair. truly, should 1t come to the
ears of the court.
"Ah!o said GailIard. his fuddled wits
seeming to clear. Il see it all now!
You are both of you in league against
me. How do ! know you haven't sto-
len my wife. got her away FROM ne.
and now you are taking her to Parfs?"
The coachman. at this, got down
from his seat. furious at the fnpiea-
ton. and n battle royal of tongues n
sued. while the unfortunate De Maupe-2
ou, watch in hand, stood by like the
timekeeper of a boxing bout. trying to
make peace ard falling.
They had LOST - minutes already.
ani the vice chancellor was In despair