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ing up into the sergesnt's face. 1--WE
are grateful to you for the warn
j ingZ He passed the comb into his
left hand; and with his right fun.
bled in his breeches' pocket, whence
there came a faint Jingle OF coins.
Wei, we'll" said he, gruffly. but
you must decamp, you understand
He leaned from the saddle to bring
/ his recipient hand TO a convenient
distance. Andre-Louis placed in II
a three-livre piece.
i After ALL" said the sergeant, 'it
IS none of our business TO play the
tipstaves for NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr
We are OF the rnarechausee from
Rennes."
The sergeant wheeled his horse
about, his troop wheeled with him.
.'You, monsieur!" he called over
Louis was beside his stirrup. I'VE
are in quest OF a scoundrel named
Andre-Louis Moreau. from Gavrllac,
a fugitive from justice wanted for
the gallows on matter OF sedition.
You've seen nothing. I suppose, Of
a man whose movements seemed to
you suspicious?"
Indeed, we have" said Andre
Louis. very boldly, his face eager
with consciousness OF the ability TO
oblige.
yes. yes" the sergeant felt him
self hot upon the trail.
There was a fellow who seemed
very fearful of being recognized
a man of fifty or thereaboutsI
"Fiftyi" cried tho sergeant. and
his face fell. Bah! This man OF
ours is no older than yourself a thin
wisp of fellow OF about your own
height and of black hair. just like
your own, by the description. Keep
a lookout on your travels, master
player. The Kings Lieutenant in
Rennes has sent US word this morn |
ing that he will pay ten louis 10 any |
one giving information that will lead |
TO this scoundrers arrest. It would /
be a fine w.ndfall for you, that"
"A fine windfall. indeed. captain"
answered Andre-Louis. laughing.
But the sergeant had touched his
horse with the spur, and was already
trotting off IN the wake OF his men.
Then he turned slowly about, and
came back towards Pantaloon and
the rest OF the company, who were
now all grouped together, at gaze.
CHAPTER II
They were. thought Andre-Louis,
as he sat down TO breakfast with
them behind the itinerant house,
an odd and yet an attractive crew.
They mum bered exactly eleven,
three women and eight men; and
hey addressed ach other by their
stage names: names which denoted
heir several types and never varied,
no matter what might be the play
hat they performed.
I'VE are" Pantaloon informed
1im, one of those few remaining
5taunch bands of real players. who
uphold the traditions of the old
italian Commedia deli Arte. Each
" us Is his own author as he de-
'elops the part assigned to him. We
ire improvisers-imp of the
I'D ands noble Italian school"
And he proceeded TO introduction
n detail. He pointed out the long
nd amiable Rhodonont. whom
already knew.
Then here we have Scaramouche,
Thom also you already know. Some
Ines he is Scapin and sometimes
'oviello. but in the main Scara-
louche, 10 which let me tell you he
, best suited-sometimes too well
uited. I think. For he is Scara-
louche not only on the stage. but
iso in the world. He has a gift of
ly intrigue. an art OF setting folk
y the ears, combined with an impu-
ent aggressiveness upon occasion
hen he considers himself safe from
eprisals. He is Scaramouche, the
title skirmisher, to the very life.
could say more. But I am by dis
osition charitable and loving to all
As the priest said when he kissed (
he serving-wench," snarled Scara- :
louche. and went on eating.
His humor. IKE your own, you
ill observe. is acrid." said Panta-
ION.
Then we have Pasquarlel here.
'ho is sometimes an apothecary.
ometimes a notary. an amiable. ac-
fellow And finally,
on have myself, who as the father
the company very properly play
3 Pantaloon the roles Of father.
or the rest, I am the only one who
as a name-it is Binet.
And now for the ladies'. First
e have Madame there. She is our
uegne. Then we have this pert
olum bine, and lastly my daughter
limene, an amoureuse of talents
ot TO be matched outside the Come
e Franchise, of which she has the
Id taste TO aspire 10 become a
ember."
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