The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1916-01-25
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Troyon's.

JuHSlS Vi SlQe streets, well WltHuTdWH
from the hustle of the adjacent boule-
wards of st. German and st. Michel,
and in its day was a restaurant ia
nous with fame jealousy guarded
by a select circle Of patrons. It's
cooking was the best in Paris, it's Gel
lar second to none. it's rates ridicu-
lousy reasonable; yet Baedeker knew
it not. And in the wisdom of those
who did know this was well; it were
a pity to loose upon so excellent an
establishment those swarms of tour
lists that profane every temple OF gas
tronomy on the right bank of the
Seine.
The building was of three stories,
painted a dingy drab, and trimmed
with dull-green shutters. The restau-
rant occupied almost all of the street
front Of the ground floor; blank, nom
commital double doorway at one eX-
IRENE of the plate-glass windows was
seldom open and even more seldom
noticed.
medieval maze of corridors, long
and short, complicated by many unex-
pected steps and staircases and enig-
matte doors, running every which
way, and as a rule landing one in the
wrong room, linked together some
twoscore bedchambers. There were
no salons or reception rooms. there
was never a bathroom, there wasn't
even running water aside from two
hallway taps, one to each story.
With such accommodations the
guests of Troyon's were we'll content
One did much as one pleased there,
providing ones bill was paid with toll
cradle regularity and the hand kept
supple that operated the Gordon in the
small hours Of the night. Papa Troyon
came from tribe of innkeepers and
was liberal-minded; while as for
madame, his wife, she cared for moth
ing but pieces of gold.
To Troyons on a wet winter night
in the year 1898 came the child who,
as a man, was to call himself Michael
Lanyard. He must have been four or
five years old at that time; an age at
which consciousness is just begin
ming to recognize it's individuality and
memory registers with capricious ir-
regularity He arrived ct the hotel
in a state of excitement involving an
almost abnormal constituencies to i'm
pressions; but that was soon drowned
deep in dreamless slumber of healthy
exhaustion; and when he came to
look back through haze of days, of
which each had made it's separate and
imperative demand upon his budding
emotions, he found his store of mem.
cries strangely dulled and disarticu-
late. And the child soon gave over
his instructive, but rather inconsecu
tive, efforts to retrace his history
life at Troyon's furnished him with
compelling and obliterating interests
Madame saw to that.
1t was madame who took charge of
the child when the strange man
dragged him crying from the cab
through a cold, damp place gloomy
with shadows and upstairs to warm
bright bedroom a formidable body
this madame, with cold eyes and
many hairy moles, who made odd
noises in her throat while she un.
dressed the little boy with the man
standing by, noises meant to sound
compassionate and maternal, but, to
the child at least, hopelessly other
wise.
Then drowsiness stealing upon one
over a pillow wet with tears-ob
livion.
And madame it was who ruled with
iron hand the strange new world &c
which the boy awakened.
The man was gone by morning, and
the child never saw him again; but
inasmuch as those about him under
stood no English and he no French
1t was some time before 'he compre
hended the false assurances OF
madame that his father had gone or
a journey, but would presently return
The child knew positively that the
man was not his father, but when he
was able to make this correction the
matter had faded into insignifcance-
life had become too painful to leave
time or inclination for the adjustment
of such minor and incidental ques
lions as that of ones parentage
The little boy soon learned to know
himself as Marcel, which wasn't his
name, and before long was unaware
he had ever worn another. AS he
grew older he became known as Mar
eel Troyon; but by then he had for
gotten how to speak English.
1t was a few days after his arrival
that the warm, bright bedchambel
was exchanged for a cold, dark closet
opening off madame's boudoir, a cup
board furnished with a rickety col
and a broken chair, lacking any pro
vision for heat or light and ventilated
solely by a transom over the door; ant
1nasmuch as madame shared the
French horror of drafts and so KEEP
her boudoir Theoretically sealed nine
months of the year, the transom didn'
help matters much. But that close
formed the boys sole refuge, if a pre-
scarious one, through several years
there alone was he ever safe from
kicks and cuffs and seedlings fol
faults beyond his comprehension; bu
Poisoned by Ae