BOUCHARD UC-NRLF MOLLY CLLIOT (J PAPA BOUCHARD THE HOUSE OF EGREMONT. Illustrated by C. M. RELYEA. izmo. $1.50. THE HISTORY OF THE LADY BETTY STAIR. Illustrated by THULE DE THULSTRUP. izmo. $i.M. THE SPRIGHTLY ROMANCE OF MARSAC. Illustrated by GUSTAVE VERBEEK. izmo. TWELVE NAVAL CAPTAINS. Being a Record of Certain Amer icans who made themselves Im mortal. With portraits, izmo. She had asked him to button her glove. PAPA BOUCHARD BY MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL fllustratett fig WILLIAM GLACKENS NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER S SONS 1901 Copyright 1901, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER S SONS Dramatic and all other rights reserved JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A. Illustrations PAGE She had asked him to button her glove Frontispiece // voas the bird vjho made the first dash for liberty 5 Monsieur Bouchard s back and legs looked about seventy-five 7 With an affectation of ease and debonair ness , and told about the apartment near the Champs lysees 1 1 He stood on one leg, and softly whispered, ff Houp la!" 20 Pierre, however, pretty soon solved the sit uation by putting his finger to the side of his nose 28 " / like the lively tunes they play at the music halls across the street" . . . 30 vii 340124 Illustrations PACK " And the girls are permitted to come out in their stage costumes to have an ice or a glass of twine" 45 De Meneval pulled from his pocket a glit tering string of diamonds .... 53 " Ta, ta !" called out the graceless dog of a captain 59 She looked like one of those brilliant white butterflies whose lives are spent danc ing in the sun 62 " Does Captain de Meneval know of these bills?" he asked significantly . 7 2 They went out like two sulky and disap pointed children 9 I Monsieur Bouchard tried to reassure her her timidity was constitutional . 98 Monsieur Bouchard sank or rather fell into a chair I0 As L eontine and her husband sat op posite each other each felt like a criminal IIJ Still, they really loved each other, and kissed affectionately . ...121 viii Illustrations PAGE And there on the arbor hung a cage with a parrot in it 131 A flock of girls, each escorted by a young man, generally an officer . . . . 133 Monsieur Bouchard entered with an air of affected jauntiness 135 At that very moment L eontine and de Meneval were watching him . . 138 Papa Bouchard stuck pretty close to the champagne 146 Madame Fernet had not the slightest ob jection to be left in charge of this good- looking young officer 158 He took a seat close to where Madame Vernet c was standing 163 The police officers seized him and dragged him out 171 " Go to the devil! " 179 All three of them bolted for the exit to the garden 185 Elise had that evening found her oppor tunity to go round to the Rue Bassano 198 And drove rapidly home 200 ix Illustrations PAGE In the middle of the room ivas spread a table, =with preparation for an elab orate supper 203 To tiptoe and actually chuck old P. M. P. under the chin 208 Leontine would motion as if to chuck him under the chin 214 Dragging in an elderly gentleman by main force and his coat tails . . . . 218 Papa Bouchard, much alarmed, ran from one to the other 220 "Oo-o-oh!" shrieked the three impish girls in chorus, ft ^what an outrageous proposition /" 224 His ruddy complexion turned a sickly green 226 She sang 230 She e<ven danced 231 " I am your own true, demoted Leontine " 2.34 The door e was burst open and in rushed Pierre, pale and breathless . . . 242 With much discretion, ranged themselves primly on a sofa 2 44 Illustrations PAGE " Paul, stop those shocking demonstra tions " 246 She clutched a flower pot and a gold- headed stick 247 Major Falliere ceremoniously offered her his arm 251 Folding his arms and turning up the whites of his eyes , . ..255 Forcing the cage door open with almost human intelligence, flew out . . 257 " Free ! Free ! gay dogs are we /" . . 260 Papa Bouchard Chapter I ON a certain day in June, 1901, a cataclysm occurred in the quiet apartment of Mademoiselle Celeste Bouchard, in the Rue Clarisse, the quietest street in the quietest part of Paris. This catacylsm consisted of the simultaneous departure, or rather the levanting, of the entire masculine ele ment in the excellent old lady s house hold. And this masculine element had been so admirably trained ! Monsieur Paul Bouchard, in particular, ten years his sister s junior, was reckoned a model man. Mademoiselle could truly say that during Monsieur Bouchard s fifty-four years of life he had never, until then, given her a moment s anx iety. All the elderly ladies of the P-upa Bouchard Bouchards acquaintance pointed with admiration to Monsieur Paul. " Look ! " they said ; " such a good brother ! Mademoiselle boasts that although he is fifty-four years of age he is still as obedient to her as he was at fifteen. So prosperous and re spected as an advocate, too ! " And all these ladies sighed because they had not succeeded in petticoating a brother or a husband as Mademoiselle Bou chard had petticoated the prosperous and respected Monsieur Paul Bouchard. Pierre, the husband of Elise, Made moiselle Bouchard s maid for thirty years, was as well disciplined as his master, for he was Monsieur Paul s valet. He had never had a will of his own since the day, thirty years be fore, when Elise had sworn before the altar to love, honor and obey him. The third masculine creature in the dovecote of the Rue Clarisse was the parrot, Pierrot. Nobody knew exactly how old Pierrot was, but he was sup- 2 Papa Bouchard posed to have arrived at years of dis cretion. Mademoiselle had spent a dozen patient years in curing Pierrot of a propensity to bad language, and she had taught him a great variety of moral maxims that made him a model bird, as Monsieur Bouchard was a model man and Pierre a model servant. It is true that Leontine de Meneval, Monsieur Paul s ward, married to a handsome scapegrace captain of artil lery, had amused herself with teaching the bird a number of phrases, such as " Bad boy Bouchard " and others re flecting on " Papa Bouchard," as she called him. And Pierrot had picked up these naughty expressions with astonishing quickness. But Leontine had always been regarded as incorrigible by her guardian and his sister, although they really loved her, and since her marriage she had become gayer, merrier and more irresponsible than ever. This deterioration both Monsieur and Made moiselle Bouchard laid at the door of 3 Papa Bouchard her husband, Captain de Meneval, with his laughing eyes and devil-may-care manner; with whom, however, aside from these characteristics, not the slightest fault could be found. He was devoted to Leontine, and if the two chose to lead a life as merry and unre flecting as that of the birds in the shadowy forests, nobody could stop them. Papa Bouchard as the artil lery captain had the impudence to call him did, it is true, keep a tight hand on Leontine s fortune, and would allow her only half her income, at which Leontine grumbled and incited Captain de Meneval to grumble, too. But Papa Bouchard, having full power as trustee, met their complaints and pro tests with a proposition to cut down their allowance to one-fourth of their income, at which the two young peo ple grew frightened, and desisted. Now, there dwells in every mascu line breast a germ of lawlessness that no discipline ever invented can wholly kill. 4 Papa Bouchard Man or parrot, it is the same. After having been brought up in the way he should go, he longs to go it. Such was the case with Pierrot, with Pierre and with Monsieur Bouchard. It was the bird made a liberty. first for After ten years of irreproachable con duct, Pierrot, on that June morning, suddenly jumped from the balcony, where he had been walking the railing 5 Papa Bouchard in the most sedate manner, and scuttled off in the direction of the Alcazar d Ete, the Ambassadeurs, the Moulin Rouge, and the very gayest quarter of Paris. Monsieur Bouchard was sitting on the balcony at the time. He was rather younger looking, with his clean shaven face and wiry figure, than most men of his age, but thanks to Made moiselle Celeste, he patronized the same tailors that had made for his father and his grandfather. Their cut and style indicated that they had been tailors to Cardinal Richelieu and others of that time, and they dressed Monsieur Bou chard in coats and trousers and waist coats of the pliocene age of tailoring. As for his hats, they might have been dug out of Pompeii, for any modernity they had, and the result was that Mon sieur Bouchard s back and legs looked about seventy-five, while his face looked little more than forty. Instead of giving the alarm when Pierrot trotted gaily off, Monsieur 6 Papa Bouchard Bouchard felt a strange thrill of sym pathy with the runaway. " Poor devil ! " thought he. " No doubt he is sick of the Rue Clarisse tired of the moral maxims weary of the whole business. He is n t so young as he was, but there s a good deal of life in him still " Pierrot was just scampering around the corner "and he wants to see life." "There is a psychologic moment for everything," so Otto von Bismarck said. The parrot s escape made a psy chologic moment for Monsieur Bouchard, and quietly putting on his hat, and telling Mademoiselle Bouchard that he was going to a meeting of the Society of French Antiquarians at St. Germains, and afterward for a stroll through the museum in the town, made straight for a street in the neighborhood of the Champs 7 Papa Bouchard Elvsees. He remembered seeing in that quarter a handsome new apart ment house lately finished and thor oughly modern. He had for curiosity s sake entered it. He had seen fur nished apartments so bright, so light, so cheery, so merry that he longed to establish himself there. He had gone back once, twice, thrice, each time more infatuated with the place. To day he walked in, selected a vacant apartment, and in ten minutes had taken a lease of it for a year. And then he had to go back to the Rue Clarisse to tell about it. Of course, he had not thrown off the yoke of thirty years without secret alarms, agitations and palpitations. He walked up and down the Rue Clarisse twice, his heart thumping loudly against his ribs, before he could screw up reso lution to enter. He was nerved, how ever, by the recollection of the apartment he had just seen ; it had been given up the day before by a young journalist, Papa Bouchard named Marsac, who had left various souvenirs of a very pleasant life there. The street was such a bustling, noisy street and the Rue Clarisse was so quiet, so quiet ! In the new street there were two music halls in full view and generally in full blast, gay restaurants blazing with lights, where all sorts of delicious, indigestible things to eat were to be had, and such an atmosphere of jollity and movement ! Monsieur Bou chard quivered with delight like a school boy as he thought of it, and so he marched in to take his life in his hand while breaking the news to his sister Celeste. Mademoiselle Bouchard, a small, prim, devoted, affectionate, obstinate creature, was sitting in the drawing- room, bemoaning with Elise the loss of Pierrot. Elise, a hard-featured, hard working creature, had such a profound contempt for the other sex that it was a wonder she ever brought herself to marry one of them. She was saying to Mademoiselle Bouchard : 9 Papa Bouchard "Depend on it, Mademoiselle, that ungrateful Pierrot will never come back of his own accord. If he had been a she bird, now but Pierrot is like the rest of his sex. It s in them to run away and run away they will." " He has had a quiet, peaceful home in the Rue Clarisse for seventeen years," wailed poor Mademoiselle Bouchard. " That s reason enough for him to O run away. What does he care about a quiet, peaceful home ? He wants to be strutting around in some restaurant, drinking and swearing and turning night into day. They re all like that. My Pierre, now, is just as ready to run away as was Pierrot, but I shall keep an eye on him" And then Monsieur Bouchard walked in, with an affectation of ease and debonairness, and told about the apart ment near the Champs Elysees, whereat it seemed to poor Mademoiselle Celeste as if the Louvre had moved itself over into the Bois de Boulogne and the Seine 10 Papa Bouchard had suddenly begun to flow backward. Of course, Monsieur Bouchard had ar ranged a plausible tale by which his hegira was to appear the most natural and laudable thing in the world. Most men are inventive enough in the mat ter of personal justification. But it is one thing to make up and tell a plausible tale, and another to get that tale believed. Elise openly sniffed at the theory advanced by Monsieur Bou chard that it was absolutely necessary for him to live nearer the courts. Also, that he was really inspired by a desire to save Mademoiselle the annoyance of clients coming and going. u You remember, my dear Celeste, you complained of Captain de Meneval the last time he was here. You said he talked and laughed so much, and chucked Elise under the chin " u But that was a trifle ; you know there s no real harm done," protested Mademoiselle Bouchard. " Why ? Because I won t let him," 13 Papa Bouchard said Monsieur Bouchard, with the deter mined air a man assumes when he wishes to impress a woman with a great notion of the power he holds over another man. " It is because he has to deal with me a man born with his shirt on, as the peasants say. Otherwise, there might be harm done. De Meneval is very saucy. When I reminded him the other day of the promise I exacted from him when he married Leontine, that he would n t go into debt, the fellow grinned and said he was in love with Leontine, and would have promised to eat his grandmother if I had made that a condition." " But in reference to this strange notion of yours about taking an apart ment at your time of life " "That s just it, my dear," cried Monsieur Bouchard. "I am too old not to have a separate establishment." " Too old ! " cried Mademoiselle, who had never ceased to regard the 14 Papa Bouchard model Monsieur Bouchard as a wild sprig of flamboyant youth ; "you mean too young ! " Monsieur Bouchard was tickled. What gentleman of fifty-four is not pleased at the assumption that he is merely a colt, after all ? Mademoiselle Bouchard anxiously scrutinized her brother. There was a lawless gleam in his eye an indefin able something that is revealed when a man has the bit between his teeth and does not mean to let it go. Mademoi selle, good, innocent soul, was not devoid of sense, and she saw her only game was to play for time. " Very well, Paul. If you will de sert the Rue Clarisse, I will look about and get you an apartment near by, and I will let you have Pierre " u Oh, no, no ! " cried Monsieur Bou chard, hastily. He had no mind to have a domestic Vidocq in his new quarters. " I could n t think of rob bing you of Pierre. Thirty years you Papa Bouchard have had him. You could not get on without him." " Yes, I could." " I can t accept the sacrifice." u I make it cheerfully for your sake." " It would be cruel to Pierre." " He will make the sacrifice." " That he will," interrupted Elise, with the freedom of an old servant. u He will caper at the notion of leav ing the Rue Clarisse for some wild, dissipated place such as Monsieur Paul has selected." " Monsieur Paul has not selected a place, Elise," replied Mademoiselle, with severity. " But but I have, my dear Celeste. It is No. 25 Rue Bassano. I have taken it for a year. In fact, the van is coming to-day for my personal be longings. Pierre will see to them. And, my dear, I have a busy day before me. I am due at the meeting of the Society of French Antiquarians at St. Germains at one o clock, and I can 16 Papa Bouchard barely make the train. Afterward I shall spend some instructive hours in the museum I shall see you to-mor row " and Monsieur Bouchard liter ally ran out of the room. " There he goes ! " apostrophized Elise to Mademoiselle Celeste, who was almost in tears. " That s the way Pierrot scampered off, and Pierre wants only half a wink to run off, too, to the Rue Bassano." "Elise," cried Mademoiselle, "you are most unjust, and your suspicions of Pierre will be disproved. Ring the bell." Pierre appeared. He was about Monsieur Bouchard s age, height and size medium in all respects clean shaven, like his master, and wore a cast-off suit of Monsieur Bouchard s, as it was the morning and his livery was religiously saved for the afternoon. He was, in short, a very good replica of Monsieur Bouchard. 17 Papa Bouchard Mademoiselle Bouchard stated the case to him, carefully giving Monsieur Paul s bogus reasons. " The Rue Bassano is a very gay and noisy place, Pierre, as you know, with a great many theatres and res taurants about, and much passing to and fro. It will be a change from the Rue Clarisse." u Mademoiselle, I know it," Pierre replied, showing the whites of his eyes. " I would much rather remain in this decent, quiet street." Mademoiselle turned to Elise with an I-told-you-so air, and said, " No doubt you would, Pierre a man of your excellent character." " Yes, Mademoiselle. The theatres and music halls must be very objec tionable and the restaurants. I sup pose the waiters would laugh at me when I went to fetch Monsieur s din ner of boiled mutton and rice." " Yes ; but if it were your duty to go with Monsieur ? " 18 Papa Bouchard " Duty, Mademoiselle, has ever been a sacred word with me. Though but a servant, I have always revered my duty," replied the virtuous Pierre. He backed and filled for some time longer, as servants commonly do and as some of their masters and mistresses do sometimes but finally, in response to Mademoiselle Bouchard s pleading that he would not desert Monsieur Bouchard at this critical moment in his career, consented to brave the dangers of the gay Rue Bassano. But when Mademoiselle hinted at the horrid pos sibility that Monsieur Bouchard might be beguiled into sowing a late crop of wild oats, suddenly a grin flashed for a moment on Pierre s stolid countenance - flashed and disappeared so instantly that Mademoiselle Bouchard was not sure he grinned at all. If he did, how ever, it must have been at the notion that the staid, the correct Monsieur Bouchard could ever sow wild oats. Mademoiselle Celeste blushed faintly 19 Papa Bouchard at the thought that she reckoned such a thing possible. Pierre then backed out of the door, wiping two imaginary tears from his eyes. Once outside with the door shut, this miscreant did a very strange thing. He stood on one leg, whirled around with the greatest agility for his years, and softly whispered, " Houp la!" 20 Papa Bouchard That very day came the moving. The van arrived, and Monsieur Bou chard s books, papers and clothes were put into it by Pierre, who seemed to be in the deepest dejection. Mademoiselle gave him minute and tearful directions about Monsieur Paul s diet, exercise and clothing. He was to see that Monsieur Paul kept regular hours, and was to report in the Rue Clarissa the smallest infraction of the rules of living which might occur in the Rue Bassano ; and Pierre promised with a fervor and glibness that would have excited the suspicions of any one less kindly and simple-minded than good old Mademoi selle. He did indeed awaken a host of doubts in the mind of his faithful Elise, who had not been married for thirty years without finding out a few things about men. And when he wept at telling her good-bye for a single day, she told him not to be shedding any of those crocodile tears around her. Pierre, mounted on the van that 21 Papa Bouchard carried away Monsieur Bouchard s belongings, drove off, looking as mel ancholy as he could ; but as soon as he turned the corner he began whistling so merrily that the driver asked him if his uncle had n t died and left him some money. When the Rue Bassano was reached Pierre jumped down and skipped^ up stairs with the agility of twenty instead of fifty. He was as charmed with Monsieur s new apartment as Mon sieur himself had been. It was so intensely modern. Light everywhere all sorts of new-fashioned conven iences nothing in the least like the dismal old Rue Clarisse. And the view from the windows so very gay ! And the noise so delicious, so intoxicat- mgly interesting ! The sound of rag time music came from the two music halls across the way. Pierre, dropping all pretence of work, was inspired to do the can-can, whistling and singing meanwhile. The open window proved 22 Papa Bouchard so attractive that Pierre spent a good part of the time hanging out of it, and only by fits and starts got Monsieur Bouchard s belongings in place. And the more he saw of the place, the more exuberant was his delight with it, and the more determined he was to stay there. The last tenant the jolly young journalist named Marsac had left, as Monsieur Bouchard had noted, some souvenirs on the walls in the shape of gaudy posters and brilliant chromos of ballet girls. These, Pierre might be expected to remove when he began to hang on the walls the severely classic pictures that constituted Monsieur Bou chard s collection of art. But Pierre seemed to know by clairvoyance Mon sieur Bouchard s latent tastes. He hung " The Coliseum by Moonlight " a very fine etching immediately under a red-and-gold young lady who was making a quarter past six with her dainty, uplifted toe. " Socrates and His Pupils" were put where they could get 2 3 Papa Bouchard an admirable view of another red-anck gold young lady who was making twelve o clock meridian as nearly as a human being could. u Kittens at Play " a great favorite of Mademoiselle s was side by side with a picture of Courier, who won the Grand Prix that year, and a very noble portrait of President Loubet was placed next a cut of a celebrated English prize fighter, stripped for the ring. The remainder of the things were neatly arranged ; the con- cierge^ who was to supply Monsieur Bouchard s meals, was interviewed, and an appetizing dinner ordered. Then Pierre, taking possession of the evening newspaper and also of a very com fortable chair by the window, awaited Monsieur Bouchard s arrival. It was a charming evening in the middle of June, and still broad daylight at seven o clock. But Pierre, presently lighting a lamp and drawing the shades, gave the apartment a homelike and inviting aspect. 24 Papa Bouchard Just as the clock struck seven Mon sieur Bouchard s step was heard on the stair. Seven o clock had been Mon sieur Bouchard s hour of coming home since he was fifteen years old, and he had never varied from it three minutes in thirty-seven years. He entered the drawing-room with a new and jovial air, but when he saw Pierre his counte nance turned as black as a thunder cloud. " What are you doing here ? " he asked, curtly. u I came, Monsieur, by Mademoi selle s orders," civilly replied Pierre. "Mademoiselle s orders" was still a phrase to conjure by with Monsieur Bouchard. When the yoke of forty years is thrown off there is still a feel ing as if it were bearing on the neck. Monsieur Bouchard threw his gloves crossly on the table and asked for his dinner. " It will be here in five minutes, Monsieur," replied Pierre. " Will not 2 5 Papa Bouchard Monsieur look about the apartment and see if I have arranged things to suit him ? The pictures, for example ? " Monsieur, still sulky, rose, and the first thing his eye fell on was the prize fighter s portrait under President Lou- bet s. "This is intolerable! " he said, in dignantly. "Why didn t you take this prize-fighting daub down ? " " Because," readily responded Pierre, "the place where it was would be marked on the wall ; and besides, I did not like to take the liberty without Monsieur s permission." Monsieur Bouchard passed on to the next picture, that of the hero of the Grand Prix. He liked horses in pictures, that is and really found Courier more to his taste than " Kit tens at Play." His countenance cleared, and when Pierre gravely di rected him to the young lady poised on one toe and reaching skyward with the other, a faint smile actually ap- 26 Papa Bouchard peared on Monsieur Bouchard s face. Then, his eye falling on the other young lady who was trying to make twelve o clock meridian, every wrinkle on his forehead smoothed out, his mouth came open like a rat trap, and he involunta rily assumed an attitude of pleased con templation, with his hands under his coat tails. Suddenly, however, it flashed on him that Mademoiselle Bouchard s paid de tective, in the person of Pierre, was eyeing him, and with the quickness of thought Monsieur Bouchard s apprecia tive smile gave way to a portentous frown, and turning to Pierre, he said, sternly : ct Take this thing away ! It is rep rehensible both in art and morals ! I can t have it here ! " But, wonder of wonders ! there stood Pierre, his mouth wide open in a silent guffaw, his left eye nearly closed. Was it possible that he was daring to wink at his master ? Pierre, 27 Papa Bouchard however, pretty soon solved the sit uation by putting his finger on the side of his nose a shocking fa miliarity and say- roguishly : "Ah, sir, I have something to say to you. I was forced, yes, actually driven, from the decorous quiet of the Rue Clarisse and the company of Made moiselle Bouchard and my worthy Elise and the cats, to this gay locality 28 Papa Bouchard by my solicitude for Monsieur. That is to say, Mademoiselle thinks I was. One thing is certain I was sent here to take care of Monsieur. Well, it depends entirely on Monsieur how I take care of him. Do you understand, sir?" " N n not exactly." Monsieur Bouchard was a little frightened. Hav ing Pierre to mount guard over him seemed destructive of the harmless liberty and mild gaiety he had promised himself in the Rue Bassano. " Just this, sir. My wife, I have reason to know, expects Monsieur to watch me and report to her, Made moiselle expects me to watch Monsieur and report to her. Now, what pre vents us from each giving a good ac count of the other, and meanwhile doing as we please ? " Monsieur for a moment looked in dignant at this impudent proposition, coming, too, as it did from a servant whom he had known as the pattern of 29 Papa Bouchard decorum for thirty years. But only for a moment. Was it strange, after all, that thirty years of the Rue Cla- risse had bred a spirit of revolt in this hitherto obedient husband and submissive servant ? Pierre, seeing evidences of yielding on the part of Monsieur, proceeded to clinch the matter. 3 Papa Bouchard " You see, sir, I found out you were looking at this apartment. If I had told Mademoiselle what I knew about it there d have been a pretty kettle of fish. I doubt if Monsieur would have got away from the Rue Clarisse alive. But I did n t. I concluded the Rue Bassano was a very pleasant place to live. I like the lively tunes they play at the music halls across the street, and that theatre round the corner is con venient. But I never should have got away if I had showed how much I wanted to come. When Mademoiselle proposed it to me, I lied like a trooper. I not only lied, but I cried, at the pros pect of leaving the Rue Clarisse. That settled it. A woman is like a pig. If you want to drive her to Orleans, you must head her for Strasburg. So here we are, sir, and if we don t have a live lier time here than we did in the Rue Clarisse it will be Monsieur s fault, not mine." Monsieur met this outrageous speech 3 1 Papa Bouchard by saying, " You are the most impu dent, scandalous, scheming, hypocritical rascal I ever met " Pierre just then heard sounds in the little lobby which he understood. He ran out and returned with a tray, which he placed on the table, already laid for one. Then, arranging the dishes with a great flourish, he invited Monsieur Bouchard to take his place at the table. Monsieur complied. The first course was oysters at three francs the dozen. Then there was turtle soup ; devilled lobster, duckling a la Bordelaise both of which were forbidden in the Rue Clarisse, because Monsieur Bouchard at the age of seven had been made ill by them and a bottle of cham pagne, a wine that Mademoiselle had always told her brother was poison to every member of his family. But Monsieur Bouchard seemed to forget all about this. He ate and drank these things as if he had forgot ten all his painful experiences of forty- 32 Papa Bouchard five years before and as if he had been brought up on champagne. It was rather pleasant this first quaff of liberty having what he liked to eat and drink, and even to wear. He privately determined before finish ing his dinner that he would get a new tailor next day and have some clothes made in the latest fashion. " Have you found out the names of any persons in the house ? " asked Mon sieur after dinner, lighting a cigar. It was his second ; in the Rue Clarisse he was limited to one. " No one at all, sir," replied that double-dyed villain, Pierre. u It is n t judicious to know all sorts of people. I intend to forget some I know." Monsieur Bouchard turned in his chair and looked at Pierre ; the fellow really seemed changed into another man from what he had been for thirty years. But to Monsieur Bouchard the change was not displeasing. He felt a bond between himself and Pierre, 3 33 Papa Bouchard stronger in the last half-hour than in the thirty years they had been master and man. They exchanged looks it might even be said winks and Mon sieur Bouchard poured out another glass of champagne his third. And what with the wine and the dinner, he was in that state of exhilaration which the sense of liberty newly acquired al ways brings. " Monsieur won t want me any more to-night ? " asked Pierre. " No," replied Monsieur Bouchard, "but be sure to be here at " he meant to say at ten o clock that night, but changed his mind and said, " seven o clock to-morrow morning." u Certainly, sir," answered Pierre. " I expect to be home and in bed before three." And he said this with such a debo nair manner that Monsieur Bouchard was secretly charmed, and privately determined to acquire something of the same tone. 34 Papa Bouchard Pierre gone, Monsieur Bouchard made himself comfortable in an easy- chair and began toying with a fourth cigar. How agreeable were these mod ern apartments, after all everything furnished, every want anticipated all a tenant had to do was to walk in and hang up his hat. Then his thoughts wandered to that very pretty woman who had travelled in the same train with him that day to St. Germains, and the day before to Verneuil, whither he had gone to look after some property of Leontine s. Madame Vernet was her name it was on her travelling bag and she was a widow that fact had leaked out ten seconds after he met her. But she was so very demure, so modest, not to say bashful, that she seemed more like a nun than a widow. And so timid everything frightened her. She trembled when the guard asked her for her ticket, and clung quite desperately to Monsieur Bouchard s arm in the station at Ver- 35 Papa Bouchard neuil. She had expected her aunt and uncle to meet her, and when they were not to be found, blushingly accepted Monsieur Bouchard s services in getting a cab. And that day, on stepping into the railway carriage to go to St. Ger- mains, there was the dear little diffident thing again. She was charmed to see her friend of the day before, and ex plained that she was to spend the day with another uncle and aunt she had living at St. Germains. Knowing her inability to care for herself in a crowd, Monsieur Bouchard had meant to put her into a cab, as he had done the day before. But just as the train stopped he was seized by a couple of snuffy old antiquarians and hustled off by them before he could even offer to take charge of the quiet, the retiring, the clinging and helpless Madame Vernet. Monsieur Bouchard lay back in his chair recalling her prim but pretty gray gown, her fleecy veil of gray gauze, that covered but did not conceal her charm- 36 Papa Bouchard ing features, and her extremely natty boots. He could not for the life of him remember whether he had mentioned to her on their first meeting that he was going to St. Germains next day. While he was cogitating this point he was rudely disturbed by the opening of the door, and Captain de Meneval walked in briskly. Now, this good-looking captain of artillery, who had married Monsieur Bouchard s ward, Leontine, was not exactly to Monsieur s taste. It is true he had never been able to find out any thing to de Meneval s discredit and he had looked pretty closely into the captain s affairs at the time ofLeontine s marriage. As for Leontine herself, she was devoted to her captain and always represented him as being the kindest as well as the most agreeable of husbands. True, he was always complaining about the modest income that Papa Bouchard allowed them, but Leontine herself was ever doing that, and urged de Meneval 37 Papa Bouchard on in his complaints. Monsieur Bou chard was a little annoyed at de Mene- val s entrance, especially as the artillery captain had adopted a hail-fellow-well- met air, highly objectionable on the part of a man toward another man who practically holds the purse-strings for number one. Therefore, Monsieur Bouchard rather stiffly gave Captain de Meneval three fingers and offered him a chair. " Changed your quarters, eh ? " said de Meneval, looking about him. " Found the Rue Clarisse rather slow, and came off here where you can be your own man, so to speak ? " " I was not actuated by any such motive," coldly replied Monsieur Bou chard. " I came here because the rooms I had in the Rue Clarisse were cramped, and I needed to have more space, as well as to be in a more convenient quar ter of Paris." De Meneval s bright eyes had been travelling round the walls, and Monsieur 38 Papa Bouchard Bouchard remembered, with cold chills running up and down his back, the pic tures of his predecessor that scampish young journalist, Marsac so indis creetly left hanging by Pierre. A shout of laughter from de Meneval, and a pointing of his stick toward the red- and-gold young ladies, showed Monsieur Bouchard that his apprehensions were not unfounded. " Is that your selection, Papa Bou chard ? " cried the reprobate captain. u Never saw them before you must have kept them in hiding in the Rue Clarisse. I 11 tell Leontine," and the captain laughed loudly. He had a great haw-haw of a laugh that had always been particularly an noying to Monsieur Bouchard, and this thing of calling him u Papa" Bouchard was an unwarrantable liberty. So he replied, freezingly : u You are altogether mistaken. These extraordinary prints were left here by my predecessor, a very wild 39 Papa Bouchard young journalist I believe most young journalists are very wild and they come down to-morrow. It would seri ously disturb me to have those ballet pictures around." " Well, now," said de Meneval, with an unabashed front, " I think you are too hard on the poor girls. I have known a good many of them in my life taken them to little suppers, you know and generally they re very hard-working, decent girls. Some of them have a husband and children to help to support. Others have depen dent parents. They re unconventional very and like to eat and drink at somebody else s expense, but that s no great harm. Plenty of other people in much higher walks of life do the same." " I don t care to discuss ballet girls with you, Monsieur de Meneval," re marked Monsieur Bouchard, with great dignity. " But I want to discuss them with you," answered de Meneval, with what 40 Papa Bouchard Monsieur Bouchard thought most im proper levity and familiarity. " That s what I came to you this evening about. That s why I have been haunting the Rue Clarisse during the last ten days, trying to see you alone." "Yes. I know that I have been honored with a good many cards of yours. Also of Leontine s." " Oh, Leontine ! You may be sure she does not come on the errand that brings me. While she feels the nar rowness of our income as much as I do, she manages to live within her allowance, and I don t believe owes a franc in the world. But, Papa Bou chard, to come to business " De Meneval paused. He had a good deal of courage, but the stony silence with which his confidences were met would have disconcerted an ogre. " Go on, Monsieur le Capitaine," said Monsieur Bouchard, icily. " I m going on. You see, it is just this way that is " de Meneval Papa Bouchard floundered " as I was going to say Leontine, you know, is perfect it really is touching to see how she bears our enforced but unnecessary poverty. I wish I could do as well." Here de Meneval came to a dead stop, and Monsieur Bouchard, by way of encouraging him, repeated, in the same tone : " Go on, Monsieur le Capitaine." " But I cant go on with you fixing that basilisk glare on me," cried de Meneval, rising and walking about excitedly. " I believe, if you say, Go on, Monsieur le Capitaine, to me again, I 11 do something desperate smash the mirror with my stick, or turn on the fire alarm. I assure you, Mon sieur Bouchard, I am still a respect able member of society. I don t beat my wife or cheat at cards, and I have never committed a felony in my life." " Glad to hear it," was Papa Bou chard s fatherly reception of this speech. De Meneval, after walking once or 42 Papa Bouchard twice up and down the room, suc ceeded in mastering his indignation, and sat quietly down in the chair he had just vacated, facing Monsieur Bou chard, and then, still floundering awk wardly, managed to say : "I I am very much in want I am, at present in short, I am in the most unpleasant predicament." And then he mumbled, u Money." " So I knew the moment you en tered this room," was Monsieur Bou chard s rejoinder. " Then, sir," said de Meneval, re covering his spirits now that the murder was out, u I wish you had said so in the beginning. It would have saved me a very bad quarter of an hour." " Young man," severely replied Monsieur Bouchard, " I had not the slightest wish to save you a bad quarter of an hour." "So it seems; but I will tell you just how it stands. You know I am stationed at Melun " 43 Papa Bouchard u I have known that fact ever since I knew you." " Very well, sir. There is a music hall at Melun the Pigeon House with a garden back of it, kept by one Michaux, a rascal, if ever I saw one. Now, it s very dull at Melun the evenings I am on duty and can t get back to Leontine in Paris, and it s a small place, and quite naturally, when one hears the music going at the Pigeon House, and sees the lights flashing and the people eating and drinking under the trees on the ter race garden, it s quite natural, I say, to drop in there for the evening." " Quite natural for you, sir. Go on, Monsieur le Capitaine." De Meneval restrained his impulse to brain Monsieur Bouchard, sitting so sternly and primly before him, and kept on : "Then there is the garden jUy place, with electric lights where you can get a pretty fair meal. It is quite 44 Papa Bouchard unique nothing like it in Paris or anywhere else that I can think of, and I ve seen a good many here de Merieval hastily checked himself. " It s quite the thing to give suppers to the young ladies of the ballet and some of them are not so young, either - in the gardens. The proprietor, of course, encourages it, and the girls are permitted to come out in their stage costumes to have an ice or a glass of wine. All the fellows in my regiment do it ; it s considered quite the thing, and their mothers and sisters come out to the Pigeon House to see them do it. If it was n t for the support given the place by the garri son it would have to close up, and then Melun would be duller than ever. The Pigeon House is unconventional, but perfectly respectable." u Possibly," drily replied Monsieur Bouchard, " but not probably." " Good heavens, sir ! you are mis taken. Leontine has been teasing me 47 Papa Bouchard for a month past to take her out there to supper some evening, and I ve prom ised to do so this very next week. Do you think I d take my wife to any place that was n t respectable ? " De Meneval was getting warm over this, and Monsieur Bouchard was forced to admit that he supposed the Pigeon House was respectable. " But that does n t prevent these jolly little suppers to the young ladies of the ballet, and especially those given to them by the officers. I assure you it is mere harmless eating and drinking. The poor girls have to work hard, and when they get through of an evening I dare say very few of them have two francs to buy something to eat. So a number of us have got into the way of giving these poor souls supper after the performance. Even Major Falliere goes to these suppers, and you know his nickname in the regiment." " No, I know of him only as a very correct, middle-aged man. I wish you 48 Papa Bouchard had the same sort of reputation as Major Falliere." " Well, he is called by the juniors old P. M. P. that is to say, the Pink of Military Propriety. And Falliere is my chum, and be goes to these little suppers." De Meneval brought this out with an air of triumph, but Monsieur Bou chard remained coldly unresponsive, and then de Meneval let the cat out of the bag. " And I say, Monsieur Bouchard, the proprietor of the Pigeon House sent me in my account the other day nineteen hundred francs nineteen cen times and I have n t got the money to pay it." De Meneval lay back and waited for the explosion. Monsieur Bou chard started from his chair, bawling : " Nineteen hundred francs ! And you no doubt expect me to pay it out of your wife s income ! I wonder what Leontine would say to this ! " 4 49 Papa Bouchard " That s just what I ve been won dering, too," replied de Meneval, some what dolefully. " Leontine is the dear est girl in the world, but she is a woman, after all. I can prove to her that I have never given a franc s worth to any other woman, except something to eat and drink, but all the same I d just as soon she would think I spent my Melun evenings sitting in my quar ters, with her picture before me and reading up on ballistics, as an artillery officer should." "And would you deliberately impose on her innocence in this respect ? " asked Monsieur Bouchard, indignantly. " My dear sir," calmly replied de Meneval, "you have never been mar ried. If you had, you would not talk about a man s imposing on his wife s innocence. Love is clairvoyant, and most men know what their wives wish to believe, and gratify them accordingly. It s a very complex subject, and needs to be dealt with intelligently." 5 Papa Bouchard " I think our standard of intelligence is not the same," grimly responded Monsieur Bouchard. " But when I tell Leontine about this nineteen hun dred francs due at the Pigeon House, I trust she will be able to deal with you intelligently." " I am afraid she will," replied de Meneval, with some anxiety ; " but after it s paid I know I can persuade her that it was not the least actual harm just a little lark in the way of killing time." u And may I ask, since you speak so confidently of its being paid, whom do you expect to pay it ? " " You, sir, of course," replied de Meneval, taking a cigar out of Mon sieur Bouchard s case. Papa Bouchard jumped as if a hor net had stung him. " I, sir ? Since you have assumed this modest expec tation, perhaps you anticipate that I will pay it out of my private income ? " u Oh, no, I mean out of my wife s Papa Bouchard income," replied de Meneval, puffing away at his cigar. u You are too modest, Monsieur le Capitaine. Now let me tell you this you misunderstood your customer in bringing this outrageous bill to me, and it won t be paid. I have a sincere af fection for Leontine, and I don t intend to let any captain of artillery in the French army, husband or no husband, make ducks and drakes of her money." Papa Bouchard leaned back, folded his arms and looked the embodiment of statuesque determination. Captain de Meneval puffed a while longer at his cigar, and then rose. There was reso lution, as if he still held a trump card to play, written on his countenance. " Very well, Monsieur Bouchard," he said, readjusting the blossom in his buttonhole. u I am sorry you are so unyielding. You did n t ask me if I was prepared to offer any security that the loan would be repaid. If you had I should have given you this." 5 2 Papa Bouchard De Meneval pulled from his pocket a glittering string of diamonds, every stone glittering like a star. " This is the diamond necklace I gave Leontine on our marriage. Of course, I could not afford it, but I was in love with her I m more in love with her now and I gave her what would please her, without counting the cost." Papa Bouchard gasped. " And Le ontine does she know of this ? " 53 Papa Bouchard De Meneval shook his head. "You see, when I bought this necklace for forty thousand francs the jeweller showed me at the same time an exact copy of it in paste seventy-five francs. He told me when he sold a necklace like this he usually sold a coun terfeit, for emergencies you know. I bought the seventy-five franc neck lace, too and I didn t mention it to Leontine. I think all the philoso phers, beginning with the Egyptian school of something or other B. C., down through the Greeks and the Ro mans to Kant and Schopenhauer, agree that it is not philosophic for a mar ried man to tell everything to his wife. So I never told Leontine about this imitation necklace, but kept it for an emergency, as the jeweller a mar ried man advised me. To-night, when I saw I was in a tight place and had to come to you, I quietly slipped the paste necklace into the case, which we keep in our strong-box, and put the 54 Papa Bouchard real one into my pocket. I came within an ace of being caught by Leontine, though. The dear girl entered the room a minute afterward and asked me to get out her diamond necklace she was going to the opera with some friends of hers and off she s gone, glittering with paste, and as innocent as a lamb, while here is the real thing." Papa Bouchard was staggered for a minute or two. Then he said : " So you expected me to turn amateur pawnbroker for your benefit ? " "Well," replied de Meneval, strok ing his moustache, u I should not have put it in that brutally frank fashion myself, but if you don t care to act the amateur pawnbroker, I shall be obliged to take it to the profes sionals." "No, no, no," cried Papa Bouchard. He really was fond of Leontine, and did n t mean to risk her diamonds. Nevertheless, there was a stand-and- 55 Papa Bouchard deliver air about the whole transaction which vexed him inexpressibly. He sat silent for a while and so did de Mene- val. Papa Bouchard, for all that he had been hectored by a woman all his life, was yet no fool. He saw that de Meneval had him in a trap, and rea soned out the whole thing inside of two minutes. " Now, Monsieur le Capitaine," he said, presently, " I see where we stand. 1 will not lend you the money out of Leontine s income but I will lend it to you myself. I shall keep this neck lace until the money is paid. Mean while, I shall go out to see this place the Pigeon House and judge for myself all these facts that you allege." " Do ! " cried the cheerful reprobate, with a grin. "Perhaps you ll like it and get into the habit of going there." "And perhaps," replied Papa Bou chard, u I may not like it, and you may have your income reduced if you 56 Papa Bouchard persist in going there. And then when the whole transaction is con cluded and the money repaid, I shall disclose every particular of it to Leon- tine." " By all means ! " De Meneval was actually laughing in Papa Bouchard s face. " I 11 deny every word of it, of course, and call for proof. I 11 tell Leontine you tried to persuade me to go out there with you and I refused. I 11 say you gave the suppers, and I 11 bring twenty of the best fellows in the regiment to swear to it and you 11 see who comes out ahead in that game." Papa Bouchard was so horrified at the cold-blooded villainy of this that he could hardly speak for a minute. But he refused to take the threat seri ously, and demanding the bill, which de Meneval promptly produced, said, stiffly : " You will hear from me in a day or two." " And how about the advance ? " 57 Papa Bouchard asked de Meneval, " I should Kke about a thousand francs in cash." Papa Bouchard put up his eye-glass and surveyed Captain de Meneval all over, which scrutiny was borne with the greatest coolness by the brazen captain of artillery. "You see," continued de Meneval, " the story is very liable to get into the newspapers extremely liable, I may say. It will be something like this that Monsieur Bouchard held Captain and Madame de Meneval so tight that they were compelled to let Monsieur Bouchard have Madame s diamond necklace for a small loan and the newspapers will probably make it out to be Leontine s wardrobe and my watch and chain besides." De Meneval paused the fellow knew when to stop. Monsieur Bou chard, swelling with rage, paused too and then, taking out his cheque book, angrily wrote a cheque for a thousand francs, which he handed Captain de 58 Papa Bouchard Meneval in exchange for a sheaf of bills produced by the captain. " Before paying another franc, I shall go out to the Pigeon House and inves tigate the whole business," said Mon sieur Bouchard, savagely. "Ta, ta!" called out the graceless dog of a cap tain, picking up his hat. " Remember, you are on your good behavior. One single indiscretion at the Pigeon House and I 11 telegraph the whole story to Mademoiselle Bouchard, and then " Papa Bouchard simply sat and swelled the more with rage at the unabashed front of this captain of artillery but he was gal vanized into motion by a light tap on the door and a musical voice calling : "Are you in, Papa Bouchard?" Although all the fulminations of Monsieur Bouchard had failed to affect 59 Papa Bouchard Captain de Meneval, the sound of that voice flurried him considerably. For it was Leontine s, and de Meneval had no particular desire for an interview with her under Papa Bouchard s basi lisk eye. He turned quite pale, did this robust captain, and muttered : " I don t want to be caught here." Papa Bouchard smiled in a superior manner he rather liked the notion of de Meneval being caught there and called out to Leontine : "Come in." M. Bouchard s hat, cape-greatcoat and umbrella lay on a chair where he had placed them on coming in. With out so much as saying, u By your leave," de Meneval slung the great coat round him, clapped Papa Bou chard s hat on his head, seized the umbrella in such a way as to hide his face, and with his own hat under his arm opened the door to the lobby and darted past Leontine, nearly knocking her down. 60 Papa Bouchard Leontine, wearing an evening gown, a long and beautiful white mantle, and a chiffon scarf over her head, entered, somewhat discomposed by her encounter. " What a very rude man that was who pushed by me so suddenly ! " she said, advancing. " Some of your tire some clients, Papa Bouchard, and I order you not to have that creature here again." And she ran forward and kissed Papa Bouchard on his bald head. Now, it was plain that this pretty Leontine took liberties with her guar dian, godfather and trustee, and also that Papa Bouchard liked these liber ties. It was in vain that he tried to assume a stern air with Leontine. She pinched his ear when he scolded, drew caricatures of him when he frowned, and when at last he was forced to smile, as he always was, perched herself on the arm of his chair and declined to be evicted. And she 61 Papa Bouchard was so very pretty ! The French have a saying that the devil himself was handsome when he was young. Leon- tine de Meneval had more than the mere beauty of youth, of form, of color. She was the em bodiment of graceful gaiety. She looked like one of those brilliant white butterflies whose lives are spent danc ing in the sun. The great and glorious dowry of love, of youth, of beauty, of health, of happiness was hers. Her entering the room was like a breath of daffodils in spring. She was a most beguiling creat ure. It was a source of wonder and congratulation to Papa Bouchard that this charming girl did not succeed in bamboozling all of her own income out of him and all of his as well. Having kissed him, pinched his ear, and otherwise agreeably maltreated 62 Papa Bouchard her trustee, Leontine looked round the new apartment with dancing eyes. " Well," she cried, laughing, " I see how it is. You could n t stand the Rue Clarisse another day or hour. Did anybody ever tell you, Papa Bouchard, that you had a vein of a vein of what shall I call it ? a taste for the wine of life in you ? " "Nobody ever did," replied Papa Bouchard, trying to be stern. " Then I tell you so. And look at these pictures oh, oh ! Leontine covered her face with her chiffon scarf, to avoid the sight of the young ladies pointing skyward with their toes. " And I wonder what Aunt Celeste will say when she sees them," continued this impish Leontine. "She won t see them. They will be removed to-morrow," hastily put in Papa Bouchard. " You d better, you dear old thing, if you value your life. I shall have to Papa Bouchard tell Victor about this. How he will laugh ! I do all I can to make him laugh and to amuse him when he is with me, for it is so dull for him when he is obliged to stay at Melun. When his regimental duties are over he has nothing to do in the evening but to sit in his quarters and study up ballis tics, as he calls it, and look at my picture by way of refreshment." Papa Bouchard sniffed. He com monly sniffed at the mention of Captain de Meneval s name. " But," continued Leontine, trying to curl Papa Bouchard s scanty hair, using her pretty fingers for curling tongs, " he won t be so lonely now at Melun, for his old chum, Major Fal- liere, is stationed there, too, and he and Victor are like brothers. You know, dear Papa Bouchard, that you yourself admitted Major Falliere s friendship to be a letter of recommendation to any man. He is called the Pink of Mili tary Propriety, and if Victor led the 64 Papa Bouchard larky life you so unjustly suspect him of, he could n t be friends with Major Falliere, who is positively straitlaced." " I can t say I ever saw a really straitlaced major," replied Papa Bou chard. " And I have not yet seen this dear old P. M. P. He was in Algiers when Victor and I were married and he has been so little in Paris since his re turn that he has not yet had a chance to call. But he has sent me word by Victor that he already loves me, and I hope to see him in a few days, for Vic tor has promised to let me come out to Melun and dine at the Pigeon House." " The Pigeon House ! " " Yes. Why not ? You 11 be going there yourself, I dare say, now that you have eloped from Aunt Celeste. Oh, you 11 be a desperate character in time, I have no doubt. I see it in your eye. Victor and I, though, shall keep watch on you, if you go too far and too fast ! " 5 65 Papa Bouchard This was a nice way for a ward to talk to her trustee and such a trustee as Monsieur Bouchard ! Therefore Papa Bouchard called up his most resolute air of disapproval, and said : " I am afraid the Pigeon House is hardly a proper place for you to go to, Leontine." " If I thought that I should have been out there long ago," responded this sprightly imp. u But, unluckily, it s perfectly proper." " I wish," replied Papa Bouchard, "you could get one single serious idea into that head of yours." " I have a great many serious ideas," said Leontine, suddenly assuming an unwonted air of gravity, and leaving her perch on the arm of Papa Bou chard s chair for a seat directly facing him. " What would you say if I told you that I am taking a deep and real interest in practical sociological ques tions, such as giving employment to the deserving workers ? " 66 Papa Bouchard " I should say you were at least reach ing the development I have always wished for you. But I hope you are confining your experiments to giving work only. The mere giving of money tends to pauperize. The giving of work is the intelligent mode of benefit ing a man or a woman." "That s it precisely," cried Leontine, instantly losing her air of gravity, and jumping up to kiss the bald spot on the top of Papa Bouchard s head. Then she resumed her chair and her serious manner simultaneously. u That s what I knew you d say, dear Papa Bouchard. I had your approval in mind all the time. It came about in this way," con tinued Leontine, solemnly. " There is a very worthy man a Pole, Putzki by name who is one of the best tailors in Paris. I became very much interested in this man ; likewise in his jackets, coats and riding habits. I have been to his shop several times and talked with him. The man is an exile 67 Papa Bouchard from his native country. How sad that is ! And he cannot go back. He is very deserving and has a family to support. He does n t ask for charity, but I gave him " u All the money you had," hastily and angrily interjected Papa Bouchard. u Not at all," replied Leontine, with dignity. " I had learned better than that. I have not given him a franc. But I ordered, out of pure charity and good will to a fellow creature, five walking gowns, three jackets, two long coats, a yachting costume and a couple of riding habits." Papa Bouchard s mouth opened wide, but no sound came forth. Leontine, taking advantage of his amazed silence, kept on, rapidly : " Then there is another deserving D case Louise, a milliner and modiste. She has a husband who squanders her money on his pleasures. If Victor did that I think it would kill me. Like Putzki she does not ask money, but 68 Papa Bouchard work. Out of sympathy for her, I have had her make me four ball gowns, nine .visiting and house costumes, some little negligees and things, and about eighteen hats. And here are the bills." With this Leontine drew out two huge bills and thrust them into Papa Bouchard s scowling face. Not only was he annoyed with Leontine for her extravagance, but he was conscious that she had fooled him. He sat perfectly still and silent, glaring into Leontine s serious, pretty countenance not so serious, though, but that Papa Bou chard saw the shadow of a smile on her rose-lipped mouth. "And you expect to pay those bills out of your allowance, I presume ? " said Papa Bouchard, sarcastically, after a moment. " You flatter me," replied Leontine. u I always knew I was a good finan cier, but to expect me to pay such bills as these out of my meagre allowance is 69 Papa Bouchard to credit me with the financial genius of a Rothschild." " Then they will go unpaid ! " cried Papa Bouchard, determinedly. This assault on him, following hard on Captain de Meneval s, was rather more than he could stand. Leontine did not know it, but the defeat Papa Bou chard had just suffered at the hands of that good-looking scapegrace, her hus band, had hardened his heart against her and her milliner s and tailor s bills. However, she was not easily frightened. She only tapped her little foot, smiled loftily and said : " But they must be paid! " Papa Bouchard, who had no more voice than a crow, began to hum a tune and to turn over the leaves of a scientific journal that lay on the table before him. A pause followed. Then Leontine said again, very softly and very determinedly : " And they will be paid." " How, may I ask ? " inquired Papa 70 Papa Bouchard Bouchard, whirling round on her. Leontine, throwing aside her chiffon scarf, which she had held round her bare, white neck, showed a string of diamonds, as she thought them to be paste, Papa Bouchard knew them to be and said: " My wedding gift from Victor. They are worth forty thousand francs. I can easily raise ten thousand on them." Papa Bouchard lay back in his chair, absolutely stunned. So, both of them were for turning the necklace into cash ! And what scandal would be precipitated if Leontine carried out her intention ! The necklace would be discovered to be paste, and Leon- tine would naturally be deeply incensed against her husband ; Papa Bouchard was that already, but he really loved his little Leontine, and the thought of trouble between her and her husband disturbed him. " Does Captain de Meneval know of these bills?" he asked, significantly. Papa Bouchard Leontine hung her head. " No," she faltered, " and that is the part which distresses me. Victor has been so very prudent has no bills, poor fellow he has no amusements away from me and I I have been so self- f/l ish - Leontine s eyes were bright with tears. u Don t make yourself unhappy about Victor being too prudent. He need never give you any anxiety on that point," was Papa Bouchard s un feeling reply. There was a moment s silence. Papa 72 Papa Bouchard Bouchard, who had a shrewd head for business, was rapidly cogitating the best thing to do under the circumstances. Leontine, who had no head for busi ness at all, was wondering how she could keep Victor from noticing the absence of the necklace. She had just concluded to fall into a state of great weakness and prostration, thus prevent ing her from going into society, when she received something like a galvanic shock, for there, before her eyes, Papa Bouchard was holding up the exact counterpart of her necklace. The two necklaces made a blaze of light. u Where did you get it ? " she gasped, pointing to the glittering thing in Papa Bouchard s hand. Now, Papa Bouchard was a clever man, as men are clever, but he was not so clever as a woman. A brilliant scheme had flashed into his mind he would produce the real necklace, tell Leontine it was paste, and so make sure that she would not take it to the 73 Papa Bouchard pawnbroker ; and he could manage both de Meneval and Leontine equally well with the paste necklace. He did not much fancy having the responsibility of so many diamonds as the real one contained. But he had not foreseen this direct and embarrassing question of Leontine s. He looked blank for a moment or two, and then, having no better answer ready, replied testily : "I wish you wouldn t ask such ques tions, Leontine. Of course I came by it honestly." "Of course of course," cried Leon- tine, jumping up. u Does Aunt Ce leste know of this?" N n no," faltered Papa Bou chard. This was another facer for him. Leontine had not the slightest doubt that Papa Bouchard could give a per fectly rational and correct account of how he came by the necklace it was probably the property of some client but seeing a fine chance to hold Papa 74 Papa Bouchard Bouchard up to obloquy and to lecture him, she promptly determined to give him the benefit of her pretended sus picions. She therefore rose with great dignity, gathered her drapery about her, and looking significantly at Papa Bou chard, said : u You will pardon me for saying that this has a most singular appearance, and I shall lose no time in informing Aunt Celeste." Papa Bouchard turned pale. Was ever such a diabolical trap laid for an innocent man ? He was not at all sure, if he gave the true account of how he came by the stones, that Cap tain de Meneval would not carry out his threat and deny the whole business. The fellow had actually laughed while he was making the threat, and seemed to regard it as an excellent joke to im pair the peace and honor of a respect able elderly gentleman. Papa Bouchard got up, sat down again, and groaned. " Leontine," he said, to that pro- 75 Papa Bouchard fessedly indignant young woman, " you don t understand." " No, I don t understand," replied Leontine, with unkind emphasis. " It was this way I was out at St. Germains the other day " Papa Bouchard was floundering hopelessly, but a bright thought struck him " the day of the meeting of the Society of French Antiquarians. Very interest ing time we had several specimens of the paleozoic age were found " " And this match to my necklace was among them ? Fie, Papa Bou chard ! " " Not at all. Will you let me speak ? I say I was out at St. Ger mains for the meeting of the Society of French Antiquarians. The curator of the museum is a great friend of mine he has an old mother finest old lady you ever saw eighty years old, bed ridden and stone blind, but as young as a daisy, full of life and talk it s a treat to see her. My friend wanted a 76 Papa Bouchard birthday present for her, and I had seen this necklace in a shop window in the Avenue de 1 Opera and I proposed to to to " Papa Bouchard fal tered. " Buy it for an old lady, eighty years old and bedridden ? Oh, Papa Bou chard, try again ! " " Leontine," said Papa Bouchard, sternly, "I don t like these flippant in terruptions. I did not say I never meant to say that I proposed to buy a diamond necklace for an old lady, bedridden and eighty years of age. It happened there were spectacles of all kinds made and kept at the same shop and I went and got a pair of Scotch pebble glasses, at fifty francs " u But you said she was stone blind ? " "What if I did? I didn t say I got the glasses for her. But as I see you won t let me tell you the story of the necklace, I shall simply keep it to 77 Papa Bouchard myself. As a matter of fact, they are not diamonds, they are paste." Leontine, taking the real stones in her hand, examined them carefully. Then, laying them against the necklace around her own milk-white throat, she remarked : u I see they are. Paste, pure and simple." Papa Bouchard could hardly suppress a smile at this, but he did. " Very well. They are paste, and they cost seventy-five francs. Now, I will make you a proposition. I pro pose that I shall look into these bills and see what arrangement can be made with Putzki and Louise, and reach some basis of settlement whereby I may be able, by making a series of small payments out of your income, to get rid of them. Meanwhile, I am afraid to trust you with your own necklace you will always be trying to raise money on it. So I shall hand you over this paste one, which no one but a jeweller can tell from the real Papa Bouchard one. You will give me the real one - and I will hold it until your bills are paid. Then I will return it to you. I suppose you don t wish your husband to know of this, and I will agree to keep it from him as long as you keep out of debt. But if you ever transgress in this way again I shall tell him the whole story." Leontine listened to this with the utmost gravity, and then replied : u You are a very clever man, Papa Bouchard, but you will find your little Leontine a very clever woman too clever to put her head in the noose you have so kindly held open for her. I sha n t dream of giving up my neck lace for anything less than a cheque out of my own money for the payment in full of these bills. I should be wil ling to take the paste necklace tempo rarily until the bills are paid. After you have returned it to me I sha n t be in the least afraid of your telling Victor, for if you do I shall tell Aunt 79 Papa Bouchard Celeste all your tales about the bed ridden old lady and the trip to St. Ger- mains and the widow " " What widow ? " asked Papa Bou chard, forgetful for a moment of the lady he had met in the railway carriage two days in succession. " The prim little widow you went to Verneuil with. My maid happened to be on the same train and saw you helping her out, and heard you say. to her you were going to St. Germains to day and by the way, I happen to know you did go to St. Germains to-day." What a story was this to hatch about the most correct old gentleman in O Paris ! Papa Bouchard simply glared at Leontine, but that merry young woman was smiling and dimpling, as if debts and duns and trips to Verneuil and diamond necklaces were quite the ordinary ingredients of life. The hen that hatched a cockatrice was no more puzzled and dismayed than was Papa Bouchard at the vagaries of his ward. 80 Papa Bouchard u Well," cried he, after a pause, de termined to put a bold front on the matter, " what if I did find a lady in the same railway carriage with me, going to Verneuil ? I had n t hired the whole train, or even a whole car riage. And what if she was a widow, and good-looking ! And suppose to day, in the pursuit of science, I go to St. Germains and quite by accident I find the same lady in the compartment with me ? What does that mean ex cept a series of accidents ? " " Yes, a series of accidents," replied Leontine, with an arch glance. The minx seemed to have no more con science about teasing poor Papa Bou chard than had her rattlebrain of a husband. u It is remarkable that acci dents like these always happen in cycles. I should be willing to wager that a third accident is now brewing, and you will see that prim little widow again before the week is out. I should n t be surprised if this change 6 81 Papa Bouchard of quarters had something to do with it!" " Leontine ! " said Papa Bouchard, indignantly, but that heedless young person only laughed and said : " I 11 tell Victor that. How the dear boy will laugh ! The fact is, I don t know whether I can let Victor associate with you or not you might lead him off into your own primrose path of dalliance with widows ! " Was ever anything so exasperating ! Papa Bouchard ground his teeth he had a great mind to throw over the whole business of Leontine s money and her affairs, only he knew it would please her too well. His grim meditations were interrupted by Leontine tapping him on the shoulder and saying, u Now, will you hand me over the cheque for the whole amount of those bills six thousand francs or must I take this" touching the paste necklace round her throat " to the pawnbroker ? " "You certainly can t expect me to 82 Papa Bouchard give you a cheque until I have looked into these swindling bills," answered Papa Bouchard. u I certainly do," tartly said Leon- tine, " and you will either hand me over immediately a cheque for six thou sand francs, or I will drive to Aunt Celeste s before I go to the opera and I think you 11 have an early visit from her in the morning. I shall tell her about this mysterious necklace, and the pretty widow you have no doubt been running after for at least six months " " I never saw her in my life until yesterday," cried Monsieur Bouchard. " So you say. Perhaps you have been pursuing her for a year." Monsieur Bouchard tore his hair, but there was no help for him. After an angry pause, he sat down, wrote out a cheque for six thousand francs, which he slammed down on the table, and Leontine picked up with a joyful cry. And then, with a desperate attempt 83 Papa Bouchard at an authoritative manner, he said, sternly, u Pray understand, Leontine, that I reserve the right to tell your husband all the circumstances of this affair if I choose to. I am not intimidated by your threat to tell my sister some cock- and-bull story about me." Leontine reflected a moment, her pretty head on her hand. " Do you know, dear Papa Bou chard," she said, after a while, " that you and I are engaged in what the Americans call a game of bluff?" " Don t know anything about the Americans. Don t know what bluff is." "Oh, yes, you do you know the thing, although you may not recognize the name. But you are a good soul, Papa Bouchard, and Victor and I do bother you a good deal ; but only say no more of this matter about Putzki and Louise and don t tell Victor, and I 11 not tell Aunt Celeste, and every thing will come perfectly right." 84 Papa Bouchard As Leontine spoke she unclasped her necklace, kissed it, and with a gesture of scorn put on the real necklace, say ing to herself: "I never thought I should come to this." And then came a loud rat-tat at the door, and in walked Captain de Mene- val again. He carried Monsieur Bou chard s impedimenta, with which he had so unceremoniously made off. Both he and Leontine looked thoroughly dis concerted at meeting each other. De Meneval thought she had gone away. Leontine blushed guiltily, and had barely enough presence of mind to cover up the necklace lying on the table with Papa Bouchard s scientific journal. "Ah, good-evening, Papa Bouchard ! " cried this arch hypocrite of an artillery captain, as if he had not seen Monsieur Bouchard half an hour before. " I came to return your umbrella and coat. Thanks very much for lending them to me in an emergency. Why, little girl, 85 Papa Bouchard I thought you were on your way to the opera?" "I am just going," answered Leon- tine, moving toward the door. " One moment ! " cried Papa Bou chard, waving his arm authoritatively. These two scapegraces had used him for their own purposes that night, had made game of him, and had threatened ^to discover a mare s nest to Mademoi selle Bouchard and had got seven thou sand francs out of him in cold cash. Now, however, he would take his revenge. "Wait," he said to Leon- tine, who returned reluctantly to her former place. Monsieur Bouchard, assuming the attitude and tone with which he ad dressed a couple of criminals in the pursuit of his professional duties, then continued : " This is a very auspicious oppor tunity for me to speak to you both, in each other s presence, with a view to your mutual reform. Observe the 86 Papa Bouchard word ; I use it advisedly." He paused. Leontine trembled with apprehension, while de Meneval surreptitiously mopped his brow. " You have both of you been very extravagant wasteful, I may say. Nothing that I have yet said has availed to stop the outgo of money far beyond your reasonable wants so / think. Now, I have come to the conclusion that in order for you to economize you must give up your apartment. You must leave Paris." Leave Paris ! De Meneval was not so stunned but that he could get up rather a ghastly laugh. " Leave Paris ! Ha, ha ! That s little enough to me, Papa Bouchard Leontine and ballistics are all I want to make me happy anywhere but Leontine oh, I know she won t go!" " Won t she, eh ? Not to an inex pensive little cottage outside of Paris 87 Papa Bouchard within striking distance of Melun, so you may go back and forth a very inexpensive cottage ? " u Well, if that s your game," cried de Meneval, savagely, " there are plenty of cottages to be had at Melun. Our veterinarian has just given up his cottage three rooms and a dog ken nel. That s cheap enough. Shall I take it to-morrow for Captain and Madame de Meneval ? " " You are trifling, Monsieur le Cap- itaine," coolly answered Papa Bou chard. " You understand perfectly well what I mean." " But, Papa Bouchard," put in Leon- tine, faintly, " while / don t object to the cottage, it would be cruel to Victor to force him away from Paris. It is so dull, anyway, at Melun. The only recreation he has is when he comes to Paris. Poor, poor Victor ! " Leontine was almost weeping de Meneval was swearing between his teeth. Papa Bouchard was waving his 88 Papa Bouchard arm about, serene in the consciousness of power. " I do not say you are to leave Paris to-night, or even to-morrow ; perhaps a week possibly a month - may be given you. But you are both too fond of gaieties, of clothes, of suppers and other dissipated things, and there are too many jewellers shops in Paris." This thrust caused both of the culprits to quake. " So you must go to some retired place and econo mize." " I see," replied de Meneval, who was thoroughly exasperated. u Having yourself practically run away from a quiet and respectable locality to these gay quarters, with young ladies of the ballet on every hand " de Meneval pointed angrily to the red-and-gold young ladies on the walls " now you wish to send my poor little wife off to some hole of a village, where one may exist but not live. I don t speak of myself /don t care. It s for her." Papa Bouchard " Very well," answered Papa Bou chard, maliciously. " You may make that hole of a village a paradise steeped in dreamlike splendor to Leontine by your devoted and lover-like attentions to her. You can live over your honey moon. Won t you like that, Leon- tine ? " u Y yes," replied Leontine, dole fully. " Some pretty rural place all birds and flowers, eh? And a little dog. Doesn t the prospect charm you?" Yes only for Victor " " Have n t you just heard Victor say that all he needs to be perfectly happy are you and ballistics ? So I suppose, Monsieur de Meneval, you will be rev elling in rapture." " I suppose so," replied de Meneval, gloomily. " Come, Leontine, shall I put you in the carriage ? You won t have many chances of going to the opera, poor child, after this." Leontine rose and said, coldly, 90 Papa Bouchard "Good-night, Papa Bouchard." There was no tweaking of his ear, no patting of his bald head this time. They went out like two sulky and disappointed children. Papa Bouchard remained chuckling to himself. He had those two naughty young creatures in the hollow of his hand it would be a good while before they would dare to be saucy to him 9 1 Papa Bouchard and that little cottage in the suburbs was a fine idea. Strange it had not occurred to him before. He seated himself in his easychair and began to review the events of his first day of liberty. His mind went back to the point where he had been interrupted by de Meneval s entrance the point where the dear little bash ful widow had appeared in his mind s eye. If he had been in the Rue Cla- risse he would never even have dared to think of Madame Vernet, for his sister could actually read his thoughts. But here, in this jolly bachelor place, he could think about widows all he liked. And shutting his eyes the better to recall that slim, shrinking, gray- gowned figure, he opened them to see Madame Vernet quietly walking into the room, without knocking and quite as if she belonged there. She advanced to the table on one side of the room, laid her lace parasol on it and pro ceeded to remove her long gloves, but 92 Papa Bouchard stopped in the midst of the process to rearrange a chair and to set straight a picture one of Monsieur Bouchard s. " This is very comfortable," she said, musingly, "but I can improve it when I am settled here." Papa Bouchard listened as if in a dream. He had not progressed so far as that. And then Madame Vernet turning and seeing him, uttered a faint shriek, as if she had seen a snake in stead of a human being, and ran but not toward the door. " My dear Madame Vernet, pray do not be alarmed. It is only I Mon sieur Bouchard," cried Papa Bouchard, striving to reassure her. "Oh! is it you? Forgive me for being so agitated, but I am so easily frightened ! " panted Madame Vernet. " Men always frighten me I am the most timid woman in the world ! " " So I see," tenderly replied Papa Bouchard. He was standing quite close to Madame Vernet now, and she had 93 Papa Bouchard clasped his arm and looked nervously about her, as if she expected another man to spring out of the fireplace or down from the ceiling. " But when I saw it was only you, all my fears vanished," she continued. u And will you tell me to what I am indebted for the honor and pleasure of this visit ? " "A question I was just asking my self. This is my new apartment." "I beg pardon," replied Madame Vernet, " but it is my new apartment. I only moved into it to-day." "And, Madame, I only moved into it to-day." " It is number nine, fourth floor." " No, Madame, it is number five, third floor." u Ah," cried Madame Vernet. " I see. My apartment is directly over this, and corresponds with it exactly. I did not go up high enough, and I am not quite familiar with the surround ings. How absurd ! " and she laughed, 94 Papa Bouchard showing the prettiest teeth in the world. " How delightful! " replied Monsieur Bouchard, gallantly. " And how singular ! This is the third time in three days we have met by accident." An uncomfortable recollection of Leontine s speech about accidents of this sort occurring in cycles flashed through Monsieur Bouchard s brain, but he dismissed the thought with energy. He rather relished accidents that brought about meetings with a woman as winning, as charming, as elegant as Madame Vernet ; and then there was that deliciously intoxicating feeling of independence no need to cut the interview short, no labored ex planation to give Mademoiselle Celeste. Monsieur Bouchard was his own man now for the first time, at fifty-four years of age. So he smiled benevo lently, and said : u I wish I might ask you to sit 95 Papa Bouchard down, but at least you will grant me permission to call on you." " With pleasure," replied Madame Vernet. " And since you won t let me sit down which, of course, would n t be proper, and I would n t commit the smallest impropriety for a million francs at least let me walk about and look at your charming furnishings." Papa Bouchard made a heartfelt apology for the red-and-gold young ladies on the walls, who evidently shocked Madame Vernet extremely. He said he meant to take them down the next day. Madame Vernet replied with gentle seventy that he ought to take them down that night. However, she went into raptures over " Kittens at Play " and u Socrates and His Pupils," which gave Papa Bouchard a high idea of her intellectuality. But in the midst of a learned disser tation on u The Coliseum by Moon light " Madame Vernet s eyes fell on the glittering paste necklace, which Papa Bouchard Monsieur Bouchard had left lying on the table. She picked it up gently she did everything gently and play fully clasping it round her neck, cried : " How charming ! I won t ask you for whom this is intended ; for a sister - a niece, perhaps. Lucky girl ! " u Indeed, it is not intended for any one," replied Monsieur Bouchard. "It is of trifling value paste, at seventy- five francs to buy, and would sell for nothing." " Nevertheless, it is very pretty," said Madame Vernet, looking at herself coquettishly in the mirror. And then, apparently forgetting all about the neck lace, she confided to Monsieur Bou chard that she was so nervous at living alone the only thing that reconciled her was that she had an uncle and an aunt living in the neighborhood who would watch over her. Monsieur Bou chard tried to reassure her, but Madame Vernet declined to be reassured. Her timidity was constitutional she should 7 97 Papa Bouchard never be courageous as other women, and so protesting, she gathered up her parasol and gloves, and with blushing apologies for her intrusion and a bash- ful invitation to Monsieur Bouchard to return her unique visit, made for the door. Monsieur Bouchard was charmed, flattered, tickled and flustered beyond Papa Bouchard expression, but he was likewise terrified at the thought that Madame Vernet had evidently forgotten that she had the necklace clasped round her throat and was going off with it. Paste though it was, Monsieur Bouchard had no mind to let it go out of his own hands. He followed her to the door, saying, " Madame, you have probably for gotten * " Oh, no, I haven t," smilingly re plied Madame Vernet ; u I know my own apartment now it is number nine." " But but you have inadvertently er a " Poor Monsieur Bou chard mopped his forehead in his agony. " Yes, quite inadvertently entered your apartment. Oh, how alarmed I was when I first saw you ! But you were so kind. Forgive me, and don t forget your promise to call. Good bye." And just as Monsieur Bouchard had 99 Papa Bouchard made up his mind to ask for the neck lace she flitted out of the door. Monsieur Bouchard sank, or rather fell, into a chair. His head was in a whirl. He felt as if the events of that day were beginning to be a little too much for him. Just at that moment Pierre ap peared from no one could exactly say where. " Come, now," said that functionary, in a tone of what Monsieur Bouchard would have thought brazen familiarity the day before, " I know all about it, I saw the whole transaction ; remem ber, Monsieur, we are pals now. She can t get money on it any more than Madame de Meneval can, and she ll be sure to turn up again. Oh, you 11 come out all right, Monsieur. Cheer up. We ll live a merry life, and after all, it is something to be away from that dreary old hole in the 100 Papa B0,u<v!ia^d Rue Clarisse. Just listen, if you please." Pierre ran to the window, threw it wide open, and the strains of rag time music from the music halls filled the room. " Everything goes in rag time at this jolly place," cried Pierre and then that staid, sober and decorous valet of thirty years service, cut the pigeon wing, twirled around on one leg, with the other stuck stiffly out like a ballet dancer s, and kissing his hand in the direction of Madame Vernet s apart ment, cried, " Oh, we re a gay pair of boys ! We mean to see life! And no peaching on each other!" And with ineffable impudence, he winked at Monsieur Bouchard. 101 Chapter II MONSIEUR BOUCHARD waked next morning with a delicious sense of youth and irrespon sibility. There was no one to demand an account of him for anything. As for Pierre, Monsieur Bouchard deter mined to treat his vagaries in a jocular manner it was simply the honest fellow s way of showing joy at his emancipation. And when Pierre ap peared, to shave his master, both of them wore a cheerful air. It was their I4th of July. Pierre, at the same time he brought the hot water, brought Monsieur Bou chard s letters. What a comfort to read them without having to give an explanation of every one to Made- 102 Papa Bouchard moiselle Celeste ! Monsieur Bouchard actually enjoyed receiving his tailor s bill for the half-year under those cir cumstances. As for Pierre, he went about whistling like a whole flock of blackbirds, and Monsieur Bouchard had not the heart or the inclination to stop him. The only fly in Monsieur Bou chard s ointment was the unpleasant reflection that Madame Vernet still had the paste necklace, but he felt sure that she had discovered her inadvertence of the night before, and would return the thing during the day. " I suppose," said Pierre, who seemed to have quite taken the direction of Monsieur Bouchard s affairs, " that Monsieur will be looking after the bills of Captain and Madame de Meneval to-day." " I certainly shall," replied Monsieur Bouchard. u And, Monsieur, you will find it necessary to go out to the Pigeon House at Melun to settle up Monsieur 103 Papa Bouchard le Capitaine s account without Madame finding it out ? " " I suppose so," answered Monsieur Bouchard. " It is a nuisance ; I never was at Melun in my life." "But that s no reason why Mon sieur never should go to Melun ; and I ve been told that the Pigeon House is a very gay place, with excellent wine. Suppose Monsieur makes an evening of it out there ? " " Pierre," said Monsieur Bouchard, wheeling around on him, " are you trying to get me into all sorts of indis cretions in order to report me to the Rue Clarisse ? " " Lord, no, sir ! " replied Pierre, with much readiness. " I am going to the Moulin Rouge myself to-night, and I m sure if my wife knew it she would take not only my hair, but my scalp with it, off my head. The Moulin Rouge is a harmless enough place, but that s what s been the matter with our bringing up, Monsieur we 104 Papa Bouchard were n t allowed to go to harmless places even. For my part, I mean to have my fling, even if my wife does find it out, and disciplines me. But there s no reason for either one of us being found out if we 11 only agree to stand by each other." This was very satisfactory ; in fact, everything seemed to be coming Mon sieur Bouchard s way except the paste necklace. The thought of that, like the ghost at Lady Macbeth s tea party, would not down. Monsieur Bouchard waited and lingered and dal lied over his breakfast, and yet no parcel came from Madame Vernet. He did not care to remain at home all day waiting for it ; no doubt it would come. It occurred to him that the best plan was to take Pierre completely into his confidence. It was true the rascal knew something of what had happened the night before, but Monsieur Bou chard felt it necessary, in Pierre s new role of trusty henchman and prime min- I0 5 Papa Bouchard ister, to confide all the particulars to him. However, this must be done in a manner consistent with the rela tions of master and man. So, when Pierre was handing him his coat, hat and gloves, preparatory to going out, Monsieur Bouchard remarked, quite casually, as if Pierre knew nothing of the happenings of the night before : " By the way, I am expecting a little parcel to be sent me by Madame Ver- net, the lady on the next floor, a very pretty little woman a widow " Trust Monsieur for rinding out all the pretty little widows between here and the Rue Clarisse," replied Pierre, with the impudent grin that had scarce left his face since he established him self in the Rue Bassano. Now, this remark was not only grossly familiar but grotesquely untrue, so Monsieur Bouchard frowned and said, sternly : "You forget yourself." " And all the pretty little widows 106 Papa Bouchard will have an eye on Monsieur," re plied this unabashed reprobate of a Pierre. At this Monsieur Bouchard wished to frown, but could not. Instead, his mouth came open in a pleased grin. " Well, well, that may or may not be true. At all events, last night Ma dame Vernet, by the merest accident, came into this apartment, mistaking it for her own." Monsieur Bouchard paused. It was rather a difficult story to tell. " By accident, did you say, Mon sieur ? " "Altogether by accident. A paste necklace belonging to Madame de Meneval was lying on my table, and Madame Vernet inadvertently carried it off. She will no doubt return it this morning. Take care of it when it comes." " I will, sir, if it comes. But Mon sieur will pardon me if I say I don t 107 Papa Bouchard expect it to come that is, if I know anything about women." " But you don t know anything about women," curtly replied Monsieur Bou chard. Pierre was getting quite beside himself. " True, Monsieur. I have been married thirty years. That is enough to convince the toughest sceptic who ever lived that he does n t know anything about women. But, all the same, Madame Vernet is n t going to send that necklace back." Monsieur Bouchard turned pale and took an agitated turn about the room. " Did Monsieur buy the paste neck lace for for Mademoiselle Bou chard ? " asked Pierre. " No, you idiot ! Did n t I tell you it belongs to Madame de Meneval no to Captain de Meneval oh, the devil ! " Such expletives as this had been strictly forbidden in the Rue Clarisse, and in spite of his annoyance Monsieur 1 08 Papa Bouchard Bouchard felt a sense of pleasure in being able to call on the devil in a casual and informal manner. " I understand, Monsieur," replied Pierre, with the wink that, like the grin, appeared to have become consti tutional with him since his advent in the Rue Bassano. u The accidental Madame Vernet appears to have be come accidentally possessed of a paste necklace that is not hers. Accidents will happen ; but one accident that I am sure will not occur is the return of the necklace." " Damnation ! " roared Monsieur Bouchard. He felt a delicious relish in saying this profane word. It was the first time in his life he had ever used it. " Very well, Monsieur. Damnation or no damnation, I will keep the neck lace for you if I get it." Monsieur Bouchard dashed down the stairs faster than he had ever done in his life before. But on reaching the 109 Papa Bouchard street and adopting a decorous pace, he thought, " Of course it s nonsense to suppose that she won t return it. The fact is, I have got to discipline that Pierre. He has altogether forgotten himself, and I shall have to teach him a few lessons." Meanwhile, in the gay little apart ment in the Avenue de 1 Imperatrice, where the de Meneval menage was situated, the necklace had become a haunting ghost as well as in the Rue Bassano. As Leontine and her husband sat opposite each other at breakfast in the pretty little salle a manger, each felt like a criminal. It was a very pretty little salle a manger just the sort of room for a young couple with a modest income, yet sufficient to live on. But there is not a young couple in exist ence who, knowing that their income is cut exactly in half while the other half is saved up for them, would be satisfied with their moiety. This, no Papa Bouchard however, was bliss compared to the prospect of that dreary little cottage in the country to which Papa Bouchard had condemned them or rather, to which they had condemned each other for each thought secretly that but for those unlucky debts and the dia mond necklace, Papa Bouchard would never have been so hard on them. The most painful part of it was, how ever, the necessity of concealment each in Papa Bouchard felt toward the other. They had, up to this time, lived their married life with the perfect frankness of two de voted young persons who love and confide in each other and this was what it had come to bitterly thought de Meneval, who truly loved his pretty little wife her diamonds practically put in pawn by him with that old cur mudgeon, who had got thereby just the opportunity he wanted to exile them from Paris. All these thoughts chased through his mind as he looked at Leon- tine with a new and unpleasant convic tion that he was a villain. Leontine, for her part, felt a horrid heart-sickness when she remembered the paste necklace quietly reposing in the strong-box in her dressing-room, while Victor s wedding gift was in Papa Bouchard s strong-box in the Rue Bassano. And that dull little house in the country ! It was she who had brought all this on Victor, and the thought filled her heart with remorse- 112 Papa Bouchard ful tenderness toward her husband. She addressed him by the fondest names as she poured his coffee for him. " And you have to go to that tire some Meiun to-day, to be away from me two whole days ? " "Yes," replied de Meneval. "How I wish you could go with me ! I have often been sorry I gave up my quarters to accommodate Lefebvre, with his wife and four children to support on her dot and his captain s pay. I did n t mind living en gar^on until I had a wife of my own." It was quite true that de Meneval, out of generosity, had given up the best part of his quarters to his brother offi cer, and had not the heart to ask for them again, especially as he was gen erally supposed to be in the enjoyment of a large income. u Don t say you are sorry, Victor. For my part, charming as it would be to stay at Melun with you, I am glad you can help the poor Lefebvres. We 8 Papa Bouchard know what it is to want money, don t we ? " " Indeed we do." " And our case is the harder that no one will believe we have n t the use of our money." Leontine, who was delicate-minded, always called her money " our money," and de Meneval deeply and affection ately appreciated this. u And it will be duller than ever at that odious little cottage in the suburbs of Melun." " Oh, yes. Leontine, I am afraid it is I who have brought this on you." " No, no, no it is I, or rather Papa Bouchard s old-fashioned, stingy ideas. He has no notion of what a modern way of living costs." " But he will find out in the Rue Bassano, if I m not mistaken," said de Meneval, laughing suddenly. Then there was a long pause, broken by Leontine s throwing down her nap kin and crying out : 114 Papa Bouchard " I have an inspiration ! We are so dull and disheartened to-day that noth ing but a supper at the Pigeon House will cheer us up. You will take me there to-night. Remember, you prom ised me." " Did I ? " asked poor de Meneval. He was, in truth, afraid to show his face at the Pigeon House lest the head waiter should quietly tap him on the shoulder and ask him to step up to the bureau and pay the whole of the nine teen hundred francs. And what would become of that story he had told Leon- tine about never having set foot in the Pigeon House since his marriage ? Only the week before, there had been a little supper de Meneval s recol lection of it was rather cloudy but he thought he remembered something about going to sleep on a bench, and waking up and finding an umbrella in his sword-belt instead of his sword. This scheme of Leontine s was most unlucky. Papa Bouchard " And I must and will go this very evening ! " cried Leontine, jumping up and running around to her husband s chair, where she proceeded to perch herself on the arm. " I know exactly how it can be done. I will take the eight o clock train. You will meet me at the station. We will go to the Pigeon House, where you will secure a table in that charming terrace gar den you have told me so much about. We will have a jolly little supper and I 11 pay for the champagne. No no ! " putting her hands over de Meneval s mouth. " And it will be such fun to watch the queer people passing in and out of the music hall ! " "Some of them," said de Meneval, with the hope of frightening Leontine, " are very queer indeed." " Yes, yes, I know. You have often told me about the singers and dancers coming out there in their theatre clothes, and that s just what I want to see. And as for any impropriety 116 Papa Bouchard have n t I often heard you say that every one of those hard-working ballet girls is supporting her bedridden parents, or crippled husband, or something of the sort ? " " I did say that many of them are honest and hard-working." " I am sure of it ! The mere fact that they work is enough. You know I have been studying sociology of late, and I know something about the work ing people. " Leontine, as she said this, had an uncomfortable twinge when she remembered Putzki and Louise. Now, if anything in the world was calculated to make the bright June morning blacker than it was already to de Meneval, it was this sudden freak of Leontine s to go out to the Pigeon House to supper. He fidgeted in his chair, and hummed and ha d, but Leon- tine prattled on, talking about the amusement she should have. u And 1 shall at last meet Major 117 Papa Bouchard Falliere ! I am so anxious to know him, the dear old thing ! " " Falliere won t be at Melun to night. He goes to Chalons on special duty to-day," cried de Meneval, seeing a gleam of hope. " Why not wait until he comes back some time next week ? " " Oh, it is quite useless waiting for an officer. He may be snatched up at any time and packed off to the ends of the earth. And go to the Pigeon House to-night I shall, I will, I must - " she punctuated this sentence by giving de Meneval three charming kisses " and if it s very improper, so much the bet ter ! I shall go to the Rue Clarisse and tell Aunt Celeste you forced me to go against my will, and so escape a scolding." " That s all very well," replied poor de Meneval, " but how will you get back to-night? I can t leave and I don t know of anyone returning to Paris." 118 Papa Bouchard " Don t bother your head about that. You will put me on the train at Melun my maid will meet me at the St. Lazare station. What could be sim pler ? No, no, no ! I shall sup with you to-night at the Pigeon House, so be sure and meet me at the station at half-past eight o clock you have just time to make your train." And she flew into his room, brought out his helmet and sword for he was in uni form, being ready to report for duty and kissing him affectionately, pushed him out of the door. De Meneval ran down the stairs and, jumping into a cab, drove rapidly off. He waved his hand to Leontine, watching him from the balcony. Deceits and concealments were a new burden for Leontine to carry, and she spent a wretched day. Do what she would, she saw her diamond neck lace at every turn. It haunted her as the dagger haunted the Scotch lady in the play. Still woebegone, she deter- 119 Papa Bouchard mined to go to see Aunt Celeste in the Rue Clarisse. What a dismal old street it was, anyhow ! Dark and dull and utterly without life no wonder Papa Bouchard had tired of it and had levanted into a gayer precinct. When she was ushered into Mademoiselle Bouchard s dingy little drawing-room she found that good woman, Aunt Celeste, seated with one eye on her embroidery and the other on Elise, who was polishing up the already shin ing furniture. Aunt Celeste s usually placid face was troubled, but it lighted up when she saw Leontine running in. Aunt Celeste was genuinely fond of the girl, albeit she was in chronic spasms over Leontine s modern, and to poor Mademoiselle Celeste s notion, outland ish ideas. Still, they really loved each other, and kissed affectionately. " Well, Aunt Celeste, how do you stand Papa Bouchard s absence? " asked Leontine, jokingly, but not unkindly. Mademoiselle Bouchard wagged her 120 Papa Bouchard head disconsolately. " It is not how I stand it. It is how he, poor, dear boy, stands it. Who will look after his dinner and see that he has simple and wholesome food ? Who will look to his flannels ? Who will see that he lays aside his books at ten o clock and goes to bed, as he has always been ac customed ? " 121 Papa Bouchard "It seems to me, Aunt Celeste, that as Papa Bouchard is fifty-four years of age he ought to know something about taking care of himself." "But he doesn t. However, I have given him Pierre. I have the greatest confidence in Pierre. In thirty years I have never known him to be guilty of an indiscretion. He was very un willing to go, poor fellow. He is truly attached to the quiet and decorum of the Rue Clarisse, and objected very much to the noise and bustle of the- Rue Bassano, with so many theatres about and people turning night into day. I almost had to force him to go but I did it on my poor, dear brother s ac count. Pierre is to come to see me every day to tell me just how the dear boy has passed his time." Leontine sincerely hoped that Pierre would not think it necessary to men tion her visit to Papa Bouchard the night before. " And I have had another sorrow," 122 Papa Bouchard continued poor Mademoiselle Bouchard. " iVIy parrot Pierrot that I have had for seventeen years, and taught so many moral and useful aphorisms he, too, has deserted me." U A11 three of them vanished like this puf!" Elise put in, with the freedom of an old servant. " Mon sieur Bouchard, that good-for-nothing husband of mine and Pierrot and all bent on mischief that I 11 swear to ! " Mademoiselle Bouchard proceeded to read Elise a lecture on the duties of the married state, among the first of which was the obligation of the wife to be lieve everything her husband tells her, at which Elise laughed grimly. " Mademoiselle is joking, ha, ha ! " Although Mademoiselle Bouchard led so retired a life, she liked well enough to know what was going on in the out side world, if only to be shocked at it. So, when Leontine told her about the proposed supper at the Pigeon House that evening, Mademoiselle Bouchard 123 Papa Bouchard was duly horrified, terrified and mor tified, but she did not forget to charge Leontine to come and tell her all the dreadful things she saw at that uncon ventional place. Leontine, after spending the morn ing in the Rue Clarisse, returned to her own apartment in the Avenue de PImperatrice. She was so dispir ited at the contemplation of her own faults and Victor s supposed Spartan virtue that she had no heart to take her usual afternoon automobile excur sion in the Bois de Boulogne the automobile being one of the few in dulgences she had been able to screw out of Papa Bouchard. She remained at home, therefore, until it was time to take the eight o clock train for Melun. Then, taking her maid to the St, La- zare station, and directing her to be there when the eleven o clock train from Melun returned, Leontine stepped into a first-class compartment, and was soon speeding toward Melun. 124 Papa Bouchard She wore a beautiful evening cos tume concealed by a long silk cloak, and a charming hat was perched on her dainty head. The thought in her tender little heart was of the pleasure her society would give her dear Victor. But her dear Victor had spent the day in a manner not unlike her own. He had interviewed the proprietor of the Pigeon House and had paid half the bill. The transaction had involved the mortifying admission that before the balance was handed over Monsieur Bouchard would be out there himself to look into the matter, as if Captain de Meneval were a naughty schoolboy. The proprietor of the Pigeon House had scoffed heartlessly at this, and de Meneval had difficulty in keeping from knocking him down for his impudence. Then Leontine s visit ! What imp ish microbe had lodged in her head, inducing her to come out there ? He knew her to be keen of wit, and it would be difficult to disguise from her his I2 5 Papa Bouchard familiarity with the place. He might, it is true, say he knew little or nothing about it, but the waiters, especially one Francois, who knew his taste in wines and cigars, fish and entrees and bars d ceuvres to a dot, would be sure to betray him. And then, the diamond necklace lay heavy on his heart and danced up and down before his eyes, for Victor de Meneval really loved his charming young wife, and argued to himself that if that stingy old hunks of a Papa Bouchard had not held him so tight the present predicament would not have existed. However, time waits for no man; and when the eight o clock train from Paris was due Captain de Meneval was at the little station waiting for it. And when it rolled in Leontine sprang gracefully out of her compartment. As in the morning, each felt remorse ful and penitent toward the other and tried to make up for the wrong that each had secretly done the other by 126 Papa Bouchard renewed demonstrations of affection. When de Meneval escorted his charm ing wife across the street to the Pigeon House, which was only a step away, he paid her the prettiest and most loverlike compliments imaginable. Leontine re sponded with the sweetest smiles and the tenderest words ; so that by the time they reached the terrace garden through a covered hedge next the Pigeon House itself, each felt like a thief and a murderer. Leontine exclaimed with delight at the beauty of the terrace garden. It was indeed a pretty and cheerful place. It looked down straight into a little valley where the river meandered. An iron railing and a stone coping defined the terrace. Trees and shrubbery, pretty flower beds and a rustic arbor were lighted by incandescent lamps that gleamed softly in the purple glow of evening. The windows of the Pigeon House gave directly on the terrace, and already the glittering lights and the 127 Papa Bouchard sounds of the orchestra showed that the performance was beginning. There were only a few persons scattered about, and the waiters were collected in groups, whispering, while waiting for customers. One, however the identical Francois, whom de Meneval wished to avoid ran forward and showed them a pleasant table. He was in the act of saying, u What will Monsieur le Capitaine have ? " when de Meneval, looking him straight in the face, though addressing Leontine, said : " It s been so long since I Ve seen this place not since our marriage, in fact that I hardly know what it is like." " Oho ! " thought Francois, " that is your game, is it ? Very well, Mon sieur, I will help you out with it for a consideration." Then, extending his hand for de Meneval s hat, he gave a slight but significant twitch of his fin gers and palm, to which a ten-franc 128 Papa Bouchard piece was the agreeable response. "Since Monsieur is evidently not fa miliar with this place," said the wily Francois, ct perhaps he will allow me to recommend our white soup, to begin with." " Thank you," replied de Meneval ; " and can you also recommend this turbot on the menu ? " " Yes, Monsieur. If you had ever tasted our turbot you would never look at turbot outside of the Pigeon House." u By the way, what is your name ? " "Francois, if you please." Francois remembered perfectly, that little supper at the Pigeon House the week before, when Captain de Meneval had not only forgotten Francois s name but his own as well, and so had several other very jolly officers. But Fran cois, though but a waiter, had the soul of a gentleman, and was nobly oblivi ous of ever having set eyes on Captain de Meneval before. 9 129 Papa Bouchard " Now, Victor," said Leontine, who had been studying the wine list, " as I invited myself here to-night, I in tend to be part host. I claim the right of providing the wine and cigars. They shall be of the best, as the best of husbands deserves." Then, turn ing to Francois, she said : " Your best Chambertin with the soup, and a bottle of this 1840 Bordeaux, and a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. Also, for Mon sieur le Capitaine some of your Reina Regente cigars." Leontine returned to her study of the wine list and de Mene- val and Francois exchanged sympa thetic grins. Francois vanished after having received a very expensive order. Left to themselves, Leontine and Victor began to condole with each other on the prospect of their rustica tion. "It is not for myself I grieve," de clared Leontine, " it is for you, poor darling." "Never mind me," protested de 130 Papa Bouchard Meneval. " If only you were not con demned to that infernal little cottage ! Well, we shall have one good dinner, anyhow, before we begin doing time, as it were." And as they were exchanging their lugubrious confidences, a shriek of hoarse laughter resounded near them, and there on the arbor hung a cage with a parrot in it which Leontine im mediately recognized as Pierrot. With Papa Bouchard gurgles of laughter Leontine told Vic tor of her visit to the Rue Clarisse that morning and the flight of Pierrot, along with that of Papa Bouchard and Pierre. u And I shall go to-morrow morn ing and tell Aunt Celeste that I have seen her dear Pierrot." "It will be cruelty to animals to take the poor devil back to the Rue Clarisse," replied de Meneval. Francois then returned with the soup and fish, both of which were excellent. De Meneval made a point of calling Francois " Louis " or "Adolphe" occasionally, and Fran cois never failed to respectfully cor rect him. Meanwhile, sweet sounds of the orchestra and of singing floated out from the open windows of the Pigeon House. More people strolled on the terrace, including many officers of the garrison ; and when the intermission came, a flock of girls, each escorted by 132 Papa Bouchard a young man, generally an officer, came out, laughing and chattering, and took their places at the little tables. Some had only a glass of lemonade or wine, others had time for a pate or some trifle of the kind. It was very pretty and picturesque, and Leontine, never having seen anything of the kind, was delighted. De Meneval was in agony lest some T 33 Papa Bouchard of his friends among the ladies should recognize him, but they, being mostly decent and self-respecting women, though of a humble class, with true French politeness did not intrude them selves on his notice in any way. Nor was he anxious to begin a conversa tion with any of his brother officers, and carefully avoided noticing them be yond a bow, although many of them would have been glad of an introduc tion to his pretty young wife. The dinner was outwardly very jolly, but the demon of remorse was at work within the breasts of both Victor and Leontine. Nevertheless, it did not af fect their appetites, and Francois found he had a good deal to do. At last, however, coffee was served, and just as Leontine put down her cup a scream from the parrot resounded. " Ah, there you are, Papa Bouchard ! Up to mischief, eh, Papa Bouchard ! Bad boy Bouchard ! " Now these were some of the phrases 134 Papa Bouchard that Leontine herself, during her so journ in the Rue Clarisse, had taught the parrot, much to her own and Papa Bouchard s amusement. The wicked bird remembered them most inoppor tunely, for there was Papa Bouchard himself strolling into the garden. " Good heavens ! " cried de Meneval. " We can t afford to let Papa Bouchard see us out here. We should be sent into retirement to morrow morning ! " And obeying a mutual impulse, these two graceless creatures flew round the corner of the arbor, where they could see without being seen. Monsieur Bouchard entered with an air of affected jauntiness which went very well with the extreme youthful- ness of his attire. Apparently he had thrown all his old clothes to the winds, along with his discretion, when he Papa Bouchard decamped from the Rue Clarisse. He wore an extremely youthful suit of light gray, with a flaming necktie, a collar that nearly cut his ears off, and a watch chain that would have answered either for a watch or a dog. A huge red rose decorated his lapel, and his scanty hair, when he removed his hat, showed marks of the curling-iron. At the first shriek from the parrot Papa Bouchard started apprehensively. The waiters a shrewd and vexatious lot, who never fail to notice all the slips of elderly gentlemen immedi ately jumped to the right conclusion, that the elderly gentleman in youthful attire was an old acquaintance of the newly acquired parrot. Monsieur Bou chard felt, rather than saw, a simul taneous snicker go round, and rightly concluding that the best thing to do was to ignore the wicked Pierrot, walked away from the arbor, and seat ing himself at a table some distance away, pulled out of his pocket the your- 136 Papa Bouchard nal des Debats and read it diligently. The parrot, however, delighted to find an old acquaintance among so many new faces, continued to call out, at intervals, various remarks to Papa Bou chard, such as " Does the old lady know you re out ? " u Oh, you are a gay bird, Papa Bouchard ! " and always winding up, like a Greek chorus, with "Bad boy Bouchard!" Presently a waiter approached and asked Monsieur Bouchard politely what he wished to be served with, and before he could ask for his usual drink, a little sugared water, the diabolical Pierrot screeched out, " An American cock tail ! " which the bird pronounced u cockee-tailee." Papa Bouchard scowled. This was very annoying. " A little sugared water, if you please," he replied to the waiter, and the bird, on hearing it, burst into a screech of hoarse laughter. Monsieur Bouchard laid down his newspaper and looked about him with 137 Papa Bouchard curiosity not unmixed with gratifica tion. Everything seemed extremely jolly - these places were undoubtedly pleasant, and he was not so much sur prised as he had been at de Meneval s fondness for it. At that very moment de Meneval and Leontine were watch- 133 Papa Bouchard ing him and counting the chances of slipping out without being caught. But Papa Bouchard, quite unconscious of this, was becoming more and more in terested in what was going on before him and around him. " At these places, though," he was thinking, " one should have a companion a person of the other sex someone to help one enjoy it s dreary trying to be happy alone." And as if in answer to his thought, he saw, entering the garden in both haste and embarrassment, the charming Madame Vernet. Now, a curious thing happened a psychologic mystery. All day long Monsieur Bouchard had been haunted and troubled by the thought of Madame Vernet and the paste necklace. She had not returned it. So much he knew from his first look at Pierre s counte nance when he had got home that afternoon. But the minute he saw the lady herself, in his pleased flutter and twitter of enjoyment, the necklace Papa Bouchard vanished from his consciousness , he remembered only that she was pretty, she was young, she was demure and she was easily alarmed. In fact, Madame Vernet appeared to be scared half to death at this very instant, and as soon as she caught sight of Monsieur Bouchard she fled toward him like a frightened bird. " Oh, Monsieur Bouchard ! " she said, panting and agitated, "how re lieved I am to find you here ! I had an appointment to meet my uncle and aunt here you remember I told you I had an uncle and aunt living at Melun whom I often visited and not seeing them outside I took it for granted they were inside, and so came in. I felt terribly embarrassed I am so diffi dent, you know at entering such a place alone, but I expected every moment to see them, and when I did not I thought I should have fainted from sheer terror you can t imagine what a timid little thing I am and 140 Papa Bouchard then my eyes fell on you, and I said to myself: fc There is that dear, good, handsome Monsieur Bouchard he is the very man to take care of a poor, terrified woman and so I ran to you." Madame Vernet dropped on a chair at Monsieur Bouchard s table. What man with a soul as big as the head of a pin could refuse succor to a pretty woman under these circum stances ! Not Papa Bouchard. "My dear Madame Vernet," he said, " pray compose yourself. I will take care of you until your uncle and aunt arrive." Madame Vernet looked around ap prehensively. t4 1 don t see my uncle and aunt," she murmured which was perfectly true " and I am afraid, very much afraid, Monsieur Bouchard, that your youthful appearance really unfits you for the office of chaperon." Oh, how happy was Papa Bouchard at that ! With liberty seemed to have 141 Papa Bouchard come youth with youth should come champagne. Papa Bouchard called the waiter back and changed his order from a glass of sugared water to a quart of extra dry Veuve Clicquot. " Now," said he, playfully taking up Madame Vernet s fan, u don t worry your little head about your uncle and aunt. I 11 be your uncle and aunt for this evening. I m sure I have been told by a number of persons mem bers of my own family that the Pigeon House is a perfectly respectable place. So let us have a pleasant even ing here, and I will take you back to Paris by the eleven o clock train." "Oh, Monsieur Bouchard, there is nothing I should like better, but I am afraid " " Don t, don t be afraid. There is n t the least chance of anyone I know turning up. I have a young jackanapes of a family connection sta tioned here a young officer but 1 think I have pretty effectually shut 142 Papa Bouchard the door of the Pigeon House in his face. 1 At that very moment this young jackanapes of an officer was watching and listening to Papa Bouchard with the most entrancing delight. So was Leontine, who could not refrain from pinching de Meneval in her ecstasy. The enjoyment of these two young scapegraces was enhanced at this very moment by the parrot screaming out : " Oh, naughty old Bouchard ! I 11 tell the old lady ! Bad boy Bou chard ! " Madame Vernet started and looked inquiringly at the bird. Papa Bou chard was seriously vexed. " Pray," he said, in an annoyed voice, " don t pay any attention to that ridiculous bird. I always thought par rots were the incarnation of the devil. I can t imagine how the creature found out my name. At all events," he added, tenderly, " neither bird nor devil, neither man nor woman, nor even your Papa Bouchard aunt and uncle, can spoil the evening for us." u I don t think my aunt and uncle can be coming," replied Madame Ver- net. And she spoke the truth. "So much the better," whispered Papa Bouchard. The waiter, the same astute Fran cois who had waited on de Meneval and Leontine, now appeared with the champagne. Monsieur Bouchard had not thought of ordering anything to eat, but when this artful Francois said to him, " Did Monsieur ask for a menu card ? " Monsieur Bouchard re plied, promptly, " Certainly I did." The menu was brought, and Mon sieur Bouchard, with his head close to Madame Vernet s, studied it atten tively. His order as finally made out would have caused an earthquake in the Rue Clarisse. He ordered every thing that had been strictly forbidden during the last thirty years. The order bore, too, a really remarkable resem- 144 Papa Bouchard blance to the one given by the de Menevals, except that those happy-go- lucky young people had not the money to pay for it, and Monsieur Bouchard had. Never in all his life had Papa Bou chard enjoyed a supper as much as that one. He was at perfect liberty to eat and drink all the things that were cer tain to make him feel ill the next day, a prerogative dear to a man s heart. He had a charming woman opposite him, and a waiter who fairly over whelmed him with attentions. With out an order from Monsieur Bouchard, Francois produced the wine appropriate to every course, and instead of being frowned on was rewarded for it. But in spite of white wines and red wines, Papa Bouchard stuck pretty close to the champagne, which speedily got into his tongue and his eyes as well as into his blood. It was the champagne that made him squeeze Madame Vernet s hand under the table, wink at Francois 10 I45 Papa Bouchard and kiss his fingers to one of the young ladies of the ballet, who responded by playfully throwing a bouquet to him which hit him on the nose. In fact, his enjoyment would have been entirely without alloy but for Pierrot, who, slyly inspired by the waiters, kept up a 146 Papa Bouchard running fire of remarks, always ending in a shrill laugh and a yell of tl Bad boy Bouchard ! " If Pierrot bothered Papa Bouchard slightly, he added immensely to the suppressed gaiety of the two listeners, de Meneval and Leontine, and they went off into spasms of silent laughter whenever Pierrot screamed out any appropriate remark. Papa Bouchard, however, got a good deal of solid enjoyment out of his supper in spite of his old friend of the Rue Clarisse, and Pierrot did not inter fere in the least with Madame Vernet s pleasure. " The fact is," said Monsieur Bou chard, confidentially, to Madame Ver- net, after the third glass of champagne, " I was n t quite candid about that devilish bird." Papa Bouchard used this wicked word with the greatest relish. "It belonged to my sister older than I who brought me up in the way I should go, and a deuced 147 Papa Bouchard dull and uncomfortable way it was ! A day or two ago, Pierrot that s the parrot s name got tired of the pro priety and seclusion of the Rue Clar- isse, where we have lived for thirty years, just as Pierre, my man-servant, did, and I myself. All at once, with out any previous consultation, Pierre, Pierrot and I levanted, so to speak. Pierrot has evidently got caught which is more than I intend to be but I m sure he finds the Pigeon House a great improvement on the Rue Clarisse, and I have n t the heart to return him there. You don t know how pleasant it is to be living in the Rue Bassano after thirty years in the Rue Clarisse. And to be my own man, instead of my sister s excellent woman she is, excellent, but she does n t understand what a young man of the present day er I mean a man with the feelings of youth, requires to make him happy. So that s why I eloped." " It s a great mistake not to give 148 Papa Bouchard a man his head sometimes," added Madame Vernet, with one of her gentle and winning smiles. " Yes, yes, yes. You know how to manage a man, I see." " / manage a man ! " cried Madame Vernet. " Pray don t say that. The idea of my managing a great, strong man ! No, indeed ! All I should ask of a man is that he would manage me and I m sure, as yielding as I am, nothing would be easier." At which Francois, behind Mon sieur Bouchard s chair, doubled up with laughter, and Leontine had to fan de Meneval, who appeared to be chok ing in an agony of enjoyment, while Pierrot varied his performance by begin ning to sing the song from the opera, " Ah, I have sighed to rest me ! " "Well," continued Papa Bouchard, whose bonhomie increased with every sip of champagne, "I suppose I shall have to manage a woman some day, for, to be very confidential, my dear 149 Papa Bouchard Madame Vernet, I am in an excellent position to marry, and after a while I think I shall not be satisfied with liberty. I shall want power, too the power of controlling another destiny, another heart, another will besides my own ; so I shall marry a wife." Papa Bouchard said this with an air of the greatest determination, swelling out his waistcoat, and at the same moment the parrot shrieked out laughing, " Oh, what an old fool ! " "What s- that? What s that?" cried Monsieur Bouchard, indignantly, turning to Francois. He was a little confused by the champagne and Ma dame Vernet s bright eyes. " If you please, Monsieur, it is that troublesome parrot. I shall tell the proprietor how very annoying the bird is he has only just got it and I am sure to-morrow morning it will be sent away." Monsieur Bouchard had to be satis fied with this. His enjoyment, how- 5 Papa Bouchard ever, was now too deep for Pierrot to ruffle except for a moment. Monsieur Bouchard was living living cycles of time, and life was taking on a color, an exuberance, a melody that quite turned his otherwise excellent head. He was delighted with Madame Ver- net s exposition of her inability and indisposition to manage a man. "That s the sort of wife I ll have when I marry," he thought to him self, taking another shy at the cham pagne. " None of your managing sort I ve been managed too much al ready, heaven knows." And inspired by these pleasing reflections, he said, tenderly, to Madame Vernet, offering her his arm : u Come, Madame, let us take a lit tle stroll in search of your uncle and aunt. Do you see that sweet, retired little alley, all roses and myrtles and honeysuckles, with a lot of cooing pigeons nestling among them ? Per haps we may find your uncle and aunt 5 1 Papa Bouchard amid the roses. And, Madame, I may say to you, I don t want a managing wife, and I don t know any man who does. I want a dependent creature sturdy oak and clinging vine, you know I want a clinger. And if she has already tried her hand on another man, so much the better. I get the benefit of her experience. The fact is, Ma dame, I was born to console I m a consoler of the first water. Now, pray take my arm and let us explore the wilderness of roses and myrtles." Madame Vernet hung her head, but Papa Bouchard insisted. When at last she rose she threw aside the graceful little wrap round her shoulders, and there, gleaming on her throat, was the paste necklace. Monsieur Bouchard received a dis tinct and unpleasant shock as he rec ognized the troublesome object, and he was nowise relieved by Madame Vernet saying, in her softest and most insinuating manner : 52 Papa Bouchard " How charming it was of you to give me this lovely ornament ! " Monsieur Bouchard would have dropped Madame Vernet s arm, but she held on to him. This was cer tainly a very disagreeable incident. He had not given her the necklace he never dreamed of giving it to her he had been very much annoyed at her failure to return it, and But what were Monsieur Bouchard s feelings in comparison with those of Leontine and de Meneval, both of whom were watching every move ment of Papa Bouchard and Madame Vernet ? Their laughing faces changed like magic. They stood Leontine and Victor horror-stricken, and as if turned to stone, each pale, trembling, and afraid to meet the eye of the other. But as, after a minute or two of agon ized surprise, they began to recover from the first shock of their discovery, they felt the necessity of concealing their feelings from each other, and at 153 Papa Bouchard the same fime not losing sight of the forty thousand franc necklace. Leontine, womanlike, was the first to rally. She was quite pale de Meneval was not sure whether she had recognized the necklace or not, and he was afraid to ask. Her voice trembled slightly as she said : " I think I 11 go and speak to Papa Bouchard. It will be such such fun to let him know we have been watch ing him all the time." Out of sheer stupidity, and being thoroughly disconcerted, de Meneval walked along with her toward Mon sieur Bouchard and Madame Vernet. Leontine jumped to the conclusion that he suspected something. So she stopped short and said, in a voice that she vainly tried to make laughing and merry : "Let me have Papa Bouchard to myself it will be the more amusing if you appear later on." "Certainly," replied de Meneval, Papa Bouchard and continued to walk with her toward Papa Bouchard and Madame Vernet,, The fact is, he had not heard a word of what Leontine was saying. Papa Bouchard was standing in front of Madame Vernet, and his countenance showed that all was not at ease within. She had asked him to button her glove, and he could not well refuse, but the sight of the neck lace was rather trying to his nerves. And in the midst of it appeared the two human beings he least desired to see on earth Leontine and de Meneval ! The three stood looking at each other like a trio of criminals. Madame Vernet, the blushing, the bashful, the diffident, was the only one of the four who was not cruelly embarrassed. And then, besides the infernal neck lace for so Papa Bouchard char acterized it in his new vocabulary the idea of being caught supping with a lady at the Pigeon House ! Suppose Papa Bouchard those two scamps should fly off to the Rue Clarisse with the gruesome tale and he did n t know exactly how much champagne he had taken, only his head was buzzing a little poor, poor Papa Bouchard ! However, it would never do to show the white feather in the beginning; the cham pagne had given him some Dutch courage, but it did not supply him with any judgment, for his first remark was about the most indiscreet he could have made. Assuming, or trying to assume, his usual authoritative air, he said to de Meneval : " Monsieur le Capitaine, I thought there was a distinct understanding be tween us that there were to be no more suppers at the Pigeon House. And bringing your wife to this place " u I know of no such understanding, Monsieur Bouchard," replied de Mene val, with some spirit. " I deny your right, or that of any other man, to say where I shall have supper with my 156 Papa Bouchard wife. If the Pigeon House is proper enough for you and this lady " de Meneval indicated Madame Vernet, who, with her usual bashfulness, had retired a little " whom I overheard just now thanking you for the superb necklace she wears, it is assuredly proper for me and for my wife." This was unanswerable logic, and Papa Bouchard was momentarily stag gered by it. De Meneval followed up his advantage by saying, significantly, u To-morrow morning I shall come to see you, and you will kindly explain to me some mysteries concerning " De Meneval stopped short ; he could not speak his mind to Monsieur Bou chard without letting the terrible and menacing cat out of the bag regarding the necklace. It was now Leontine s turn at the poor gentleman. " Come, Papa Bouchard," she said, with pallid lips, but affecting to laugh, "you must not scold Victor for bring- Papa Bouchard ing me here. I really made him do it. But I want to speak to you a moment in that sweet, sequestered arbor, where you told this lady just now she might find her uncle and aunt, amid the roses and honeysuckles and the little cooing pigeons." Monsieur Bouchard would much rather have gone off with a gendarme Papa Bouchard at that very moment, but Leontine had him by the arm, and was deter minedly dragging him away. An anxious grin appeared on his counte nance as he turned to Madame Vernet and said : u One moment, Madame, and I will return." " Only a moment, remember," an swered this bashful creature. Madame Vernet had not the slight est objection to being left in charge of this good-looking young officer. She cast down her eyes and began to murmur something about her timidity, when she was brought up all standing by de Meneval saying : a Madame, a few moments ago I overheard you thanking Monsieur Bouchard for that superb necklace you wear." Madame Vernet smiled. Superb necklace, indeed ! It must be a fine imitation. u But," continued de Meneval, Papa Bouchard "that necklace belongs to my wife, Madame de Meneval. I myself se lected it, and paid forty thousand francs for it. Last night I left it in Mon sieur Bouchard s care in the Rue Bas- sano. To-night I find you, a woman with whom, I am sure, Monsieur Bou chard has a very casual acquaintance, wearing my wife s forty thousand franc necklace. You will admit that the circumstances justify me in demanding the necklace." " Monsieur," replied Madame Ver- net, u this necklace is paste. It cost only seventy-five francs. I have Mon sieur Bouchard s word for it." " The old sinner ! Well, Monsieur Bouchard was n t saying his prayers when he told you that. I tell you the stones are real, and unless you hand the necklace over to me this instant I shall telephone for a couple of police men there is a police station not two minutes away and to-morrow morning you and Monsieur Bouchard 1 60 Papa Bouchard can explain the matter in the police court." Now, Madame Vernet was really as brave as a lion. She suspected at once that she had got hold of some thing of actual value, and she determined to hold on to it arid get away with it ; hence nothing could have been more pleasing to her at that moment than to have de Meneval out of the way for a few moments even to fetch a police man so she merely replied, with cairn assurance : " Do as you like, Monsieur. I never saw you before I hope I shall never see you again. My protector is at hand, and when you arrive with your police officers it is Monsieur Bouchard with whom you will have to settle." De Meneval turned and ran out of the garden toward the police station. He thought that exposure was coming anyhow, and he had better secure the stakes in the game. As he rushed out he caromed against a very well-dressed, ii 161 Papa Bouchard portly, clean-shaven elderly gentle man, who was parading into the garden with a great air of pomposity. In his hand he held conspicuously a news paper, on the first page of which was a large photogravure easily recognizable as himself, and under it, in letters an inch long, were the words, DR. DELCASSE THE MOST CELEBRATED ALIENIST IN PARIS. Below this was the cut of a handsome building, and under this was inscribed, " The Private Sanatorium at Melun of Dr. Delcasse." Dr. Delcasse seemed to feel the in jury to his dignity very much when de Meneval jostled by him so uncere moniously, nearly knocking him down. He stopped, scowled, growled, and then, with a portentous air of being much displeased, stalked forward, took a seat close to where Madame Vernet was standing, and began pompously to unfold 162 Papa Bouchard his newspaper, always keeping the picture to his audience, so to speak which audience consisted solely of Ma dame Vernet. Now, for quickness and boldness of resource Madame Vernet was fully the equal of de Meneval or any man alive, Papa Bouchard and the moment she became convinced of the identity of Dr. Delcasse a plan was formed in her mind. Everybody knew Dr. Delcasse, and also of the war waged between him and Dr. Vignaud, another celebrated alienist, which, if carried to extremes, would have resulted in locking up half the population of Paris as lunatics either in Dr. Delcasse s sanatorium at Melun or Dr. Vignaud s private hospital in Paris. Madame Vernet realized, in her brilliant scheme, the value of time. There was a train leaving for Paris in ten minutes. If she couid but make the first train, getting away before Monsieur Bouchard returned ! She determined to at least try for it. She came near to Dr. Delcasse, and said, in a silvery voice : "May I ask if this is not the re nowned Dr. Delcasse the man who has restored the largest number of persons, cured and sane, to their fam- 164 Papa Bouchard ilies, of any doctor for the insane in the whole world ? " To this insinuating address from a remarkably pretty and attractive woman Dr. Delcasse, as would any other man, felt a warming of the heart, and he replied, rising politely : "You flatter me. I am Dr. Del casse." " Then," cried Madame Vernet, taking out her handkerchief and pre paring to weep, " you are the man I most desire to meet. Oh, how fortu nate it is for me that you are here ! I have a brother with me a dear, good young man, but whose mind has been affected ever since a fall he had from an apricot tree some years ago. For a year I had him at Dr. Vignaud s hospital for the insane rightly named, for I think anyone who went there would shortly be insane. Dr. Vig- naud is a charlatan of the worst description." Dr. Delcasse smiled in a superior manner to hear himself 165 Papa Bouchard praised and Dr. Vignaud reviled how delicious ! I am my pool- brother s guardian," continued Ma dame Vernet, producing her card, in scribed " Madame Vernet, nee Brion." "My brother s name is Louis Brion. Ever since he was released from Dr. Vignaud s asylum he has been much crazier than when he went in, al though Dr. Vignaud declared him thoroughly cured." "Just like Vignaud!" remarked Dr. Delcasse, with that spirit of fraternity which sometimes distinguishes the medical profession. " This evening," continued Madame Vernet, throwing her most pleading and fascinating look into her eyes, cc I brought my poor, dear brother out to this place to supper, thinking it would divert him. But he has been quite insane in all his actions, and just now he became violent. He took it into his head that this necklace I wear which I may say to you confidentially 1 66 Papa Bouchard is paste is real, and is worth forty thousand francs, and that I have stolen it from his wife. The poor boy has no wife. And while I was trying to soothe him just now he sud denly broke away, nearly knocking you down as you came in, and de clared he was going after the police to arrest me ?ne, his devoted sister!" Madame Vernet s voice became lost in her lace handkerchief. " I saw an unmistakable gleam of insanity in his eye as he rushed by me," said Dr. Delcasse, promptly. u My experience, Madame, has been vast. I can tell an insane patient at a glance, and I have no hesitation in saying that the young man gave every indication to a practiced eye of being, as you say, very much unbalanced. And Vignaud said he was cured ! Ha, ha ! " " But the great thing," said Madame Vernet, with real and not pretended anxiety, " is to get him away from 167 Papa Bouchard here without scandal, and into your sanatorium, where I wish to place him under your care. How can that be managed ? " " Nothing easier, Madame," replied Dr. Delcasse, eager to get hold of one of Dr. Vignaud s patients. " I am well known here indeed, I am per sonally acquainted with many of our police officers. When the young man returns with the officers I shall sim ply, with your permission, direct them to convey him to my sanatorium it is less than half a mile from here and I will telephone to my assistant to have a strait-jacket, a padded cell and a cold douche ready for the un fortunate young man, and we will take care of him, never fear. When I release him, depend upon it, he will be actually cured. I am not Dr. Vig- naud, I beg you to believe." At this moment de Meneval, with a couple of officers, was entering the garden. The police station, as he 168 Papa Bouchard had said, was but two minutes away. Dr. Delcasse, accompanied by Madame Vernet, coolly advanced, and recog nizing the officers, spoke to them civ illy, saying : u Good-evening, Lestocq ; good- evening, Caron." And then to de Meneval he said, soothingly : "Good- evening, Monsieur Brion. I am pleased to see you and your charming sister at Melun, and think you will enjoy your stay with me." De Meneval looked from one to the other in amazement, and opened his mouth to speak; but before he could get out a word Madame Vernet laid to her hand on his arm and said, in the tone of soothing a raving lunatic : " Yes, dear Louis, Dr. Delcasse will take the best possible care of you, and I will come out to see you every week." De Meneval found his tongue then. " To the devil with Dr. Delcasse ! I never heard of him before. Police, 169 Papa Bouchard arrest this woman. I can prove by my wife and by a gentleman now in this garden that the diamond necklace this person wears is the property of my wife." " Do nothing of the kind," inter rupted Dr. Delcasse, with quiet author ity. " This young man, Louis Brion, is the brother of this lady, Madame Vernet. He is demented, and his latest halluci nation is that Madame Vernet has stolen the necklace she wears ; that it is worth forty thousand francs, that she stole it from his wife and he has no wife." " But I tell you," shouted de Mene- val, quite beside himself, " that I never saw this woman before. She has my wife s diamond necklace, and I can prove it. Call Monsieur Bouchard ! " u You see how it is," coolly remarked Dr. Delcasse to the two police officers, " the only thing is to get him out of the way as quietly as possible. I shall take him at once out to my sanatorium, where 170 Papa Bouchard I will have a strait-jacket, a padded cell and a cold douche waiting for him." With this the Doctor suddenly whipped out his silk handkerchief, and with the greatest ingenuity bound it fast round de Meneval s mouth, so that he was completely gagged and silenced. The police officers seized him, and dragged him out, under Dr. Delcasse s direction. De Meneval fought like a tiger, but it was one to three. The struggle, though violent, was noiseless, and before the two or three waiters in the vicinity realized what was going on everything was over, and Madame Ver- net, picking up her gloves, fan and other belongings, scurried off another way to make the ten o clock train. Meanwhile, the interview between Papa Bouchard and Leontine had been stormy. Leontine had demanded an explanation, but Papa Bouchard had no satisfactory one to give. At first he mounted his high horse, declared Leon- tine s suspicions intolerable, and refused Papa Bouchard to discuss the subject of the necklace at all. But she was not so easily put off. " If you refuse me an explanation," she said at last, " I shall simply confess all to Victor, and you will have to treat with a man instead of a woman." u Do; confess all to Victor," replied Papa Bouchard, tartly. " Tell him that sociological yarn you told me." " I m afraid to," replied Leontine, so dolefully, that it partially softened Mon sieur Bouchard, who really had a good heart. " Come, come, now," he said. u You had better take my word for it when I tell you that, in spite of appearances, your necklace is safe. I can t and won t tell you the circumstances you and de Meneval would both blazon it over Paris, and it would be devilish un comfortable " Papa Bouchard was becoming expert in the use of bad lan guage "it would be devilish uncom fortable for me. I can straighten the 174 Papa Bouchard whole thing out in a few days, if you will only keep quiet. Cant you keep quiet ? " By this time they were re-entering the garden. " I will agree to keep quiet for a week," said Leontine, firmly. "At the end of that time, if this unpleasant complication about my necklace is not cleared up, I have a presentiment that the whole thing will get into the news papers. Just fancy the headlines, Mys tery of Madame de Meneval s Diamond Necklace. Monsieur Paul Bouchard Proved to have Given it to an Adven turess, With Whom he was Caught at the Pigeon House. " Papa Bouchard felt his knees grow a little weak under him, and went and sat down in the chair he had lately vacated. Leontine followed him and said dramatically, as if reading the scare head in a great metropolitan daily. " c SUICIDE of Monsieur Paul Bou chard ! The late Advocate Discovered Papa Bouchard in his Apartment With a Pistol Wound Through his Temple ! The Apartment presents the Appearance of a Shambles ! Blood Over Everything!! Walls and Ceilings Much Bespattered ! ! ! " Papa Bouchard, very white around the lips, poured out with an unsteady hand a glass of champagne, and drank it, the glass clinking against his teeth. " Leontine," he said, after having drained the glass. " You are trying to frighten me. But you can t do it. You sha n t do it. And I insist that you shall not be carrying any of your sensa tional tales to the Rue Clarisse, alarm ing my poor sister, and making her life a torment. Do you hear me ? " " Yes, indeed, I do," replied Leon- tine. u And, by the way, where is your lady friend ? " Monsieur Bouchard looked around for Madame Vernet, and was much disturbed at not seeing her. In the perplexities and annoyances of the last half-hour he had made up his mind that 176 Papa Bouchard it was absolutely necessary to get that diabolical necklace back, and to work himself out of the scrape in which he unexpectedly found himself. He called up Francois, who reported that Madame Vernet had gone out in a great hurry. There was a train for Paris just leaving. It struck him Madame was trying to make that train. Such was precisely Monsieur Bouchard s idea. Her departure in this way seriously an noyed and alarmed him. One thing, however, was clear in his mind he must get back to Paris as soon as possi ble. There was another train in twenty minutes, and then there would be no more till eleven. De Meneval s disappearance was also strange, but just as Leontine was begin ning to feel uncomfortable she saw de Meneval approaching. Something un usual had evidently happened. He looked angry and excited, and his usu ally immaculate dress showed that he had been in a scrimmage. By his side 12 177 Papa Bouchard walked the portly, the imposing Dr. Delcasse. The Doctor was apologiz ing to de Meneval with the utmost earnestness. u My dear sir, I beg you will believe it was a most extraordinary mistake " u Very extraordinary ! " replied de Meneval, grinding his teeth with rage. u If I had succeeded in getting you into my sanatorium you would have found every comfort awaiting you." " Yes, a strait-jacket, a cold douche, and a padded cell, as you kindly promised me." u May I ask, Monsieur, that you will not spread this unfortunate story abroad in Paris ? " u I shall have it printed in every newspaper in "Paris to-morrow morn ing, and I shall myself write to Dr. Vignaud, giving him a detailed account of the affair." " Good heavens ! " " And if insanity ever develops in my family, it is Dr. Vignaud who shall Papa Bouchard treat every case every case, do you hear ? " "Then, sir," said Dr. Delcasse, an grily, "all I have to say is that I am not at all sure my first diagnosis was not correct, and you are indeed, already crazy and I have the honor to bid you good-evening." " Go to the devil ! " Dr. Delcasse, slapping his hat down angrily on his head, marched indig- 179 Papa Bouchard nantly out, and de Meneval, still furious at the treatment to which he had been subjected, poured out his injuries : " And but for having been recog nized by some of the waiters as I was being dragged away I should at this moment be an inmate of a lunatic asylum, sent there by the wiles of a shameless adventuress, brought to the Pigeon House by Monsieur Bouchard." This was de Meneval s exact language. " Take care, sir ; take care ! " cried Papa Bouchard, in a voice trembling o with wrath. He was not accustomed to being talked to in that manner. "You may repent of this language. Madame Vernet is a lady of means and respectability. I did not bring her out here. She came expecting to find here her uncle and aunt, who live in Melun. I invited her to sup in a public place, as any gentleman is authorized to do in the case of a widow old enough to take care of herself and because your sus picions were excited by her having on 1 80 Papa Bouchard a necklace like that you bought for your wife, you proceeded to make trouble. Well, it seems she turned the tables on you very cleverly, and no doubt, being a bashful little thing, she dreaded the sensation it would make and the notoriety which might follow, and and so, naturally, has gone." Then, turning to Leontine, Papa Bou chard played his trump card. " Have n t you your diamond necklace safe at home, Leontine ? " " To which Leontine faltered : U Y y yes, Papa Bouchard." " Well, then," cried Papa Bouchard, assuming an air of triumphant virtue to poor de Meneval, " I hope you see the enormity of your conduct." " I can t say I do," sullenly replied de Meneval. " Very well, very well," continued Papa Bouchard, realizing that he held all the trumps in the game. "Do you want to go into the whole business of this necklace ? If you do there is no 181 Papa Bouchard time like the present. Do you, Leon- tine, want the matter sifted to the bottom ? " De Meneval remained gloomily si lent, while Leontine murmured, " N no, Papa Bouchard." Papa Bouchard, having thus effectu ally silenced both of them, felt master of the situation, but all the same, he was desperately anxious to reach Paris in advance of the de Menevals, so that he could get on Madame Vernet s track before they should. He was pretty sure that she could not slip away from her apartment without leaving some trace. There was another train going almost immediately, and there would be no more till eleven o clock. It would be exceedingly convenient for him to get an hour s start of the de Menevals. . So it occurred to him that if he were to propose a little more champagne Leontine and de Meneval would never run away and leave it, but he could and would. 182 Papa Bouchard " Now," said he, with an air of benevolence, " everything having been straightened out about the necklace, suppose we have a bottle of cham pagne before returning to Paris. Here, waiter! " Francois immediately responded with a bottle of champagne. De Meneval had never supposed that anything would be too pressing to drag him away from good champagne, but he inwardly swore, as Leontine silently fretted, at the delay that might prevent him from making the next train to Paris. Both of them gulped down the champagne rather than drank it, while Papa Bouchard, alleging that he had already taken several glasses, declined any more. Every moment or two he looked at his watch, and he said to Leontine : " Will you be going back to Paris to-night, Leontine ? " " Indeed I shall," eagerly replied Leontine. " I shall go back with you." 183 Papa Bouchard " But I sha n t be going back till the midnight train. You see I am begin ning to keep late hours, to make up for lost time, and that will be too late for you. Why can t you remain at de Meneval s quarters ? " u I have an engagement early to morrow morning," replied Leontine, who was determined to get to Paris as quickly as she could and make some private inquiries on her own account concerning Madame Vernet. The same intention was fixed in de Meneval s mind. Therefore he said : "Never mind, Leontine; I am off duty till twelve o clock to-morrow, and I will take you to Paris to-night, if you wish." At which Leontine, looking very blank, replied : u Oh, very well. That will be nice." tc Now, why are you in such a hurry to get to Paris ? " asked Papa Bouchard. "The next train is always crowded 184 Papa Bouchard not a seat to be had in a first-class compartment for love or money, and it makes a stop of only two minutes and a half; unless one is already at the station it is almost impos- sible to make it, and you see it is now within a few minutes of the train." While Monsieur Bouchard was speak ing he was putting on his gloves and making for the garden door, and the de Menevals, each carefully avoiding 185 Papa Bouchard an appearance of haste, were following him. Everybody had forgotten that the champagne was not paid for, except Francois. " So," kept on Papa Bouchard, still edging away, " you will go by the late train ; perhaps I 11 wait for it myself." At that moment the shriek of the locomotive resounded. Immediately every pretense of waiting for the other train vanished. All three of them bolted for the exit to the garden. Francois rushed after them, bawling, "Your bill, Monsieur the cham pagne and the tip "while the parrot, suddenly wakened from a nap, uttered a screech of demoniac laughter and began to yell after Papa Bou chard s rapidly retreating figure : u Bad boy Bouchard ! bad boy Bou chard ! " 186 Chapter III ANYONE who saw Monsieur Bouchard a week after his adventures at the Pigeon House would have said that the excellent man had grown ten years older in that time. For he had endured more cares, anxie ties, worries, vexations, apprehensions and palpitations in that one week in the Rue Bassano than in all his thirty years in the Rue Clarisse. Not that Monsieur Bouchard had the slightest desire to go back to his old life. Not at all. In the Rue Bassano he at least lived ; in the Rue Clarisse he had merely vegetated. In the first place, on his arrival at his apartment shortly after midnight on that fateful evening spent at Me lun he 187 Papa Bouchard had been unable to find out anything at all about Madame Vernet. The concierge had gone to bed when he got home, and he dared not disturb the whole house at that hour. He spent a sleepless night, with Pierre snoring peacefully in the next room. The fellow had not come home till two o clock in the morning. Monsieur Bouchard utilized the watches of the night in making up a story to tell the concierge to account for the enquiries he meant to make concerning Madame Vernet. A concierge, he well knew, is the nearest approach to an omniscient being on this planet. It was compara tively easy to concoct a tale that would go on four legs, in the expressive phrase of his countrymen. Monsieur Bou chard was vastly pleased with his own shrewdness when he paused to think of the facility with which he invented his story. But to get it accepted at its face value ah, that was another thing. At six o clock in the morning he 1 88 Papa Bouchard tiptoed down stairs in his dressing gown and slippers. The concierge, yawning, was just opening the shutters in her little den. " Can you tell me, my good wo man," said Monsieur Bouchard, in a manner calculated to allay any sus picions the concierge might have if anything can allay the suspicions of a concierge " whether Madame Ver- net arrived here last night in fact, if she is in the house at present ? I ask because I promised her aunt and uncle out at Melun last evening to escort her in, and by some accident we became separated in the railway station, and I am considering what apology I shall make to her aunt and uncle very worthy people at Melun." The concierge looked at poor Mon sieur Bouchard, not with suspicion, but with certainty in her eye. The very expression of her face called him a liar and a villain, as she replied, coolly : " Madame Vernet did come in last 189 Papa Bouchard night and left the house at five o clock this morning, to visit her aunt and uncle at Chalons." By which Monsieur Bouchard, who was no fool, found out three things : first, that Madame Vernet had been beforehand with the concierge ; second, that Madame Vernet did not have an aunt and uncle at Chalons, although she seemed to have uncles and aunts in every town, village and hamlet in France ; and third, that wherever she might be she certainly was not at Chalons. He spent the next three days in vain efforts to find out Madame Vernet s whereabouts. The concierge had evidently been thoroughly bought and coached, and would absolutely tell nothing. Madame Vernet had taken her apartment by the month, and had paid in advance. The concierge knew no more. Not even a ten-franc piece could screw any additional information out of her. 190 Papa Bouchard Papa Bouchard began to feel a little frightened. What would happen if it should come out in the newspapers, as Leontine had threatened ? There were journalists enough in Paris ready to jump at such a story as Leontine had hinted at. There was that Marsac, and the remarkable tale he had con cocted about a bogus fortune Papa Bouchard recalled at least a dozen in stances that were frightfully like what he apprehended. When this thought occurred to him he bit the pillows in his anguish it was in the middle of one D of his sleepless nights. And what glee would those laughing devils of news paper men have out of him ! And how should he ever show his face in the Rue Clarisse ? Monsieur Bouchard made up his mind that if ever the thing got into the newspapers he should emi grate to Madagascar. Of course, Pierre knew all about it. Monsieur Bouchard had told him too much not to tell him more. Pierre 191 Papa Bouchard was only moderately sympathetic, which infuriated Monsieur Bouchard. "At least," cried the poor gentle man, " those two scamps, Leontine and de Meneval, are in as much trou ble as I am." " But they have the necklace," re plied Pierre, " and it seems to me that Monsieur is in a jolly hole, with his necklaces and his widows, and all the rest of it." Monsieur Bouchard, at this, burst into a string of bad words that were very reprehensible, but perfectly nat ural to a man in his imminent circum stances. However Pierre might choose to devil his master in private, in public he was unflinchingly loyal to him. In the first place, Leontine and de Meneval, each determined to force an explana tion from Monsieur Bouchard, haunted the Rue Bassano, and when they did not come they wrote. It was easy enough to dispose of the frantic notes 192 Papa Bouchard and letters, but when the two came always separately and Leontine wept and raved that she would and must see Papa Bouchard, and de Meneval swore and stormed to the same effect, Pierre was immovable. Monsieur was one day at Passy, another he was at Ver sailles, always on important business, and Pierre never had the least idea when he would be home. Thus, by unceasing vigilance and an unabashed front, Pierre managed to stave off an interview between his master and the de Menevals for the whole of a critical week. Mademoiselle Bouchard was easier to manage. Pierre went to the Rue Clarisse daily, with a very acceptable tale about Monsieur Bouchard being so busy making the will of a rich old gentle man at Passy that he had no time for anything else; likewise, that he was finding the noise and commotion of the Rue Bassano so objectionable that he bitterly regretted having left the Rue 3 193 Papa Bouchard Clarisse. This little romance took so well that Pierre improved on it by say ing that Monsieur Bouchard was try ing to sublet the apartment, so he could return to peace and quiet in the Rue Clarisse. Mademoiselle Bouchard was touched, charmed, delighted to hear this. Not so Elise. She was not of a trusting or confiding nature. When Pierre turned up, late in the day, yawning, and still only half-awake, she did not believe in the least his account of being kept awake by the noises of the carts and carriages in the Rue Bassano. She boldly taxed him with leading a riotous life, which Pierre strenuously denied, and going to Mademoiselle Bouchard, actually wept over Elise s want of confidence in him after thirty years of married life. Mademoiselle sharply rebuked Elise, and ordered her henceforth to believe everything Pierre told her. Elise made no reply to this beyond 194 Papa Bouchard her usual sniff, but privately resolved the first day she had time to slip around to the Rue Bassano and inter view the concierge. She knew the ways of concierges as well as the ways of men. For four days Monsieur Bouchard gave himself, body and bones, to the business of a private detective in try ing to locate Madame Vernet. Vain effort ! He of course expected to have to pay handsomely for the re turn of the paste necklace, but he valued his peace of mind more than money, and was ready enough to come down with some cash provided he could get hold of the necklace. On the fifth day he was delighted, but scarcely surprised, to receive a letter from Madame Vernet saying that, as there seemed to be some complications concerning the neck lace he had so generously and sweetly given her, and as she was a person of much delicacy of feeling, she was seriously thinking of returning it. He Papa Bouchard could address her at the Pigeon House at Melun. Monsieur Bouchard replied by writ ing and flatly offering her five hundred francs, nearly six times the original value of the necklace. He himself took his letter out to the Pigeon House, and spent the entire evening there, on the chance that Madame Vernet might turn up. She did not, however. Next day he received a letter from her, all reproaches and hysterics ; how could he offer her money ! her, the most disinterested, the most retir ing of her sex ! Money was nothing to her, least of all a trifling sum of five hundred francs. Monsieur Bouchard promptly replied, increasing his offer to a thousand francs. Another deeply injured note from Madame Vernet. At last, after five days of continual negotiation, Monsieur Bouchard haunt ing the Pigeon House every evening, terms were arranged two thousand francs in exchange for the necklace. 196 Papa Bouchard It was infamous, but as Pierre re minded Monsieur Bouchard, one must always pay for one s indiscretions. It would seem as if Madame Vernet had the direct inspiration of Satan himself in dealing with the too amiable and too susceptible Monsieur Bouchard. Not only had she given her address all along as the Pigeon House, but she appointed that abode of gayety and champagne as the rendezvous where she was to meet Monsieur Bouchard and hand over the necklace in return for two thousand francs in notes of the Bank of France Madame Vernet specified that there should be no cheque in the affair; she was so diffident; it always embarrassed her to go to a bank, and notes could be passed anywhere. But Monsieur Bouchard was not wholly without discretion. He con cluded he would rather not be seen in the act of handing over the money to Madame Vernet. Pierre the foxy 197 Papa Bouchard Pierre should give her the money and should receive the necklace. So, on the evening specified, the two took the train for Melun, and went rattling out of Paris without dreaming of what was brewing be hind them and likewise stewing ahead of them. It was simply this : Elise had that evening found her opportunity to go around to the Rue Bassano, and in five minutes she had discovered everything Mon sieur Bouchard and Pierre had been doing since they left the Rue Clarisse. The concierge knew all about the chase after Madame Vernet, the continual trotting out to Melun nay, she knew that both Pierre and his master had an appointment with Madame Vernet at 198 Papa Bouchard the Pigeon House that very evening. Elise returned, boiling with rage, to the Rue Clarisse, and with face and eyes blazing recounted to the tremb ling and agitated Mademoiselle Bou chard the horrid story of the frightful goings on in the Rue Bassano. And she had for audience not only poor Mademoiselle Bouchard, but Leontine de Meneval, who happened to be pay ing her weekly visit to Rue Clarisse. Leontine scarcely heard Elise s fierce denunciations of the two reprobates in the Rue Bassano; all she really took in was the correspondence and the running to and fro about the neck lace. She flew from the apartment, leaving Mademoiselle Bouchard in a state of collapse on the sofa, while Elise retailed every circumstance of horror she had found out about the renegades. Calling the first cab, Leontine drove rapidly home, rushed to her strong-box, and got the sup posed paste necklace out. She had 199 Papa Bouchard said to Monsieur Bouchard that any body could tell at a glance that it was an imitation, yet it so glowed and sparkled in its white radiance that for the first time she began to suspect it Papa Bouchard was real. If so, it only deepened the mystery, and she felt she must solve it then and there. Again ordering a cab, she sprang into it and ordered the cabman to drive her to one of the great jewelry shops in the Avenue de 1 Opera. On reaching it she ordered the carriage to wait, and going into the shop, asked to see the pro prietor. He advanced, politely, and Leontine, taking the necklace from about her neck, where she wore it under her high bodice, said, with such calmness as she could muster : " Will you kindly give me some idea of the value of this ? " The jeweller took it up, examined it for a moment, and said : " About forty thousand francs, I should say, Madame. The stones are remarkably well matched, better than in many costlier necklaces." " Do you mean to say the stones are are " " Well matched, Madame. In fact, 2OI Papa Bouchard some of them came from this establish ment. It was made by M. Leduc, a friend of mine, and I assisted him." "Thank you," replied Leontine, forcing herself to be calm, reclasping the necklace round her throat and cov ering it up. She went out, got into the cab again, and hesitated before giving her order. She was in truth quite dazed and mystified. The man had touched his hat three times, when she said, with an air of quiet determination : " To the St. Lazare station." Yes, she would that very moment go and confess all to Victor. Her re solution seemed an inspiration. There was some mystery about the necklace, and it was only fair that Victor should know it. There should be no more concealments between them. She reached the station just in time to miss the eight o clock train. It was still daylight, and she waited for the next a very slow one. Half-way to Melun the engine broke down. It was nearly 202 Papa Bouchard eleven o clock before she found herself in front of the huge old barrack building in which de Meneval had his quarters. The orderly who took the place of concierge at once recognized her and politely escorted her to Captain de Meneval s door. " I do not think Monsieur le Capi- taine is in at present," he said ; " but if Madame will wait, he will no doubt 203 Papa Bouchard be here shortly." And he knocked loudly at the door. It was opened by a soldier de Meneval s servant whom Leontine had never seen before. The man s unfamiliar face, and the unlooked-for sight that met her eyes as soon as she stepped over the threshold, made her turn as if to go out. In the middle of the room was spread a table, with prepa rations for an elaborate supper; and Leontine s quick eye discovered that ladies were expected, for to three huge bouquets were appended cards with names written on them. u For the Sprightly Aglaia," "For Olga, the Queen of the Dance ; " " For Louise of the Fairy Foot." Leontine, slightly embarrassed, said to the soldier : " I see I have made a mistake. I am Madame de Meneval, and I sup posed these to be Captain de Men eval s quarters, but evidently they are not ! " 204 Papa Bouchard "They are, Madame," replied the man, very civilly. " But I say they are not ! " replied Leontine, somewhat tartly. " Captain de Meneval never entertains ladies at supper. He leads a most retired life at Melun, while here are preparations made for a gay party." " Pardon, Madame ; but Monsieur le Capitaine is giving the party to some young ladies from the Pigeon House." Leontine s first impulse was to box the soldier s ears, but in sweeping another glance round the room she recognized her own picture over the mantel, together with a battered photo graph of de Meneval s chum, Major Falliere, and other things to convince her that Captain de Meneval was really the host of the impending supper party. She retained self-possession enough to say to the man : "If you have finished you may go." And he discreetly vanished. Leontine, throwing her parasol on the 205 Papa Bouchard sofa, began to march up and down the room in wrath and excitement. " These are his quiet evenings! He does n t know anything about the Pigeon House since he was married ! I shouldn t have minded it if he had told me all about it, but to pretend to such economies, and at the same time be secretly indulging in these extrav agances these shameless orgies oh, it is too much! " Leontine had completely forgotten Putzki and Louise and the object of her sudden descent on her husband. While she was walking up and down, becoming every moment more angry and wrought up, the door opened, and in walked Major Falliere. Leontine recognized him at once from his pic ture a soldierly looking man, slightly bald, immaculately well dressed, and bearing in his air the reason for his so briquet, the Pink of Military Propriety. But his eye was not unkind ; on the contrary, he was distinctly in the class 206 Papa Bouchard of men designated by women as dear old things ; and as such Leontine felt an instant confidence in him. The correct Major was not so cor rect, however, that he hesitated to march up to Leontine, and chucking her playfully under the chin, remarked : "The Pigeons are out early to-night. Where are the rest of the Pouters ? " Leontine s face was a study. A flash of rage from her bright eyes was succeeded by a look of puzzled help lessness, and then a radiant smile of de light. This was really too good. He old P. M. P. had mistaken her, Leontine de Meneval, for one of the young ladies from the Pigeon House ! Angry as she was, she could not for bear laughing, and she replied, with her sauciest air: " Oh, they 11 be here presently. I came early because I had a premonition that old P. M. P. would be here early, too. Always on time one of the cardinal virtues of a soldier." And 207 Papa Bouchard then Satan tempted her to tiptoe and actually chuck old P. M. P. under the chin [ The effect frightened her for a mo ment or two, because Major Falliere, perfectly astounded and highly offended, drew himself up stiffly and glared at her like an ogre. But she was so very pretty, her impertinence was accompanied with such a charm ing air of simplicity, that no man not an abso- lute ogre could withstand it. So, in spite of himself, old P. M. P. s backbone relaxed, his eyes softened and he tugged at his mustache to dis guise the smile that would persist in coming. Leontine having once admitted Satan 208 Papa Bouchard into her heart, he speedily took com plete possession of the premises, and the next thing he inspired her to do was to examine the prim Major care fully from the top of his thinly thatched head down to the tips of his well-fitting shoes, and say to him : " I have often heard of you, and I am so glad to meet you. You know you are quite a handsome man, Major." The Major grinned. " For your age, that is." The Major scowled. " And 1 like you well enough to wish to make friends with you. But first I must tell you my name. It is Satanita." " Satanita ! Rather suggestive, eh ? " " I should say so. Little Satan ; and I match my name." "You are the sweetest, most inno cent and captivating little devil I ever saw." " Thank you. You should see me dance and hear me sing. The Pouters, 14 209 Papa Bouchard as you call them, are not a patch on me." " I can well believe it." " I have another name I am called the Queen of the Harem- Scarem." " No doubt you are." " Now," continued Leontine, seating herself with a confidential air beside Major Falliere, u what do you think of our host, Victor de Meneval ? " " One of the best fellows in the world." " Devoted to his wife, eh ? " " Yes. I have never seen her, but I hear she is a charming creature, and Victor is truly attached to her." " This looks like it, does n t it ? " cried Leontine, pointing to the supper table. " I don t see that it does n t look like it. I happen to know that de Meneval has had a good deal to trouble him lately. He got some money from an unexpected source some days ago, and 210 Papa Bouchard 1 advised him to give a little supper it s dull out here, you know " " You advised him to give a little supper! You the Pink of Military Propriety ! " u Yes, why not ? " " And how about his wife ? " " Oh," replied the Major, with easy confidence, " she would probably make an awful row if she knew it but she ll never know it. De Meneval has coached me I know exactly what to tell Leontine when I meet her it so happens that I have not met her yet. But I hear she is a charming young woman." " She will be twice as charming to you when she finds that you have been leading her husband off into giving suppers to to little devils like me for example," said Leontine, very solemnly. " Oh, de Meneval and I have mapped out our campaign. We have a large and trusty assortment of lies, expressly 211 Papa Bouchard for Leontine s consumption, and she will swallow every one of them." Now, this was very provoking of the Major, but something in his kind eyes, his way of standing up for Vic tor, his candid praise of herself, gave Leontine a sudden impulse to tell him the whole story of what was weighing on her and perplexing her and had driven her out to Melun at that hour of the night. She knew all about him, what a generous, sympathetic fellow he was, in spite of his primness and propriety in short, that he was a dear old thing. So, with eyes flashing with mischief, and with smiles dimpling her fair face, Leontine said, demurely : u I have still another name besides Satanita and Queen of the Harem- Scarem. Can t you guess it ? " " No. I am not a clairvoyant." " I am " Leontine rose, with her whole face sparkling with impish delight " I am Leontine, Madame de Men- eval, wife of your friend, Victor ^e 212 Papa Bouchard Meneval. Yonder is my picture. Here am I." Poor P. M. P! He stared at her for a full minute, glared wildly about him, and then, jumping up, made a dash for the door, from which Leon- tine, laughing till the tears ran down her cheeks, dragged him back. " What are you running away for ? " she asked, forcing him to a seat beside her. "Because because " the Major tore his hair, " oh, de Meneval will certainly shoot me when he hears that I chucked you under the chin ! " " But he won t hear it, unless you tell him. And / chucked you under the chin, remember." Major Falliere, burying his head in his hands, groaned aloud, and then all at once the absurdity of the thing struck him, and he burst into a howl of laughter. Leontine joined him. They laughed and laughed, and when they would 213 Papa Bouchard get a little quiet Leontine would mo tion as if to chuck him under the chin again, and Falliere would go off into renewed spasms. Presently, however, Leontine grew grave. The instant success of her im promptu personation had given her an idea. She wanted revenge a sharp revenge on de Meneval, and she saw a way to get it. "Listen, and be quiet," she said to 214 Papa Bouchard Falliere. " Victor deserves to be punished. I will tell you why. He has always represented to me that he led the quietest kind of a life here nothing but attention to his military duties, and his evenings spent in the seclusion of his own room, with noth ing but ballistics and my picture for company." Falliere could not refrain from a soft whistle. " And he professed to be so glad that you were ordered to Melun, be cause you were so much more sedate than the other officers. He com plained that they spend too much time at the Pigeon House, while he had entirely given up frequenting that fascinating place." Falliere whistled a little louder. " I had the greatest difficulty in persuading him to take me to supper there the other night. Now, what do I find ? That he has been throwing: O sand into my eyes all the time. 2I 5 Papa Bouchard Look ! " Leontine waved her arms dra matically toward the table. tc Ought n t he to be punished ? " " Certainly he ought," replied Fal- liere, with the ready acquiescence of a bachelor who thinks that married men should be made to toe the line. " Very well. You will help me ? " " You may count on me." Leontine rose and looked around her. On the sideboard sat a couple of bottles of mineral water, and on the floor near by a wine cooler full of bot tles of champagne. She cleverly trans ferred the labels from two of the champagne bottles to the apollinaris bottles and then put them in the wine cooler. " I think I can drink at least a quart of apollinaris," she said. " And I 11 see that you get apolli naris every time," replied that crafty villain of a Falliere, laughing. "And I m Satanita, and I shall act Satanita until I have made Victor 216 Papa Bouchard sorry enough he ever played me any tricks." " Oh, no, you won t ! At the first sign of distress on his part you will throw the whole business to the winds, fall on his neck and implore his for giveness. I know women well." " Of course you do having never been married. But wait and see if I don t give him a bad quarter of an hour. And I reckon on your assist ance." " I will stand by you to the last." They were interrupted at this point by a great sound of scuffling outside the door, mingled with shrieks of girl ish laughter. The door flew open, revealing three remarkably pretty girls Aglaia, Olga and Louise dragging in an elderly gentleman by main force and his coat tails. The elderly gentleman was resisting mildly but with no great vigor, and it was plain he was not particularly averse to the roguish company in which he 217 Papa Bouchard found himself. And the elderly gen tleman was Papa Bouchard ! One of these merry imps from the Pigeon House had possessed herself of his hat, which she had stuck on her curly head ; another one had laid vio lent hands on his umbrella, while the third and sauciest of the lot, Aglaia, had robbed him of his spectacles, which she wore on her tiptilted nose. Papa Bouchard, puffing, protesting; 218 Papa Bouchard frightened, but laughing in spite of himself, was saying : " Young ladies, young ladies, I really cannot remain, as you insist, to supper. I do not even know the name of the host on this occasion. I am quite unused to these orgies. I am out here this evening with my servant merely for the purpose of completing a business transaction." A chorus of " Ohs ! " and Ahs I " saluted this speech, and Mademoiselle Aglaia, Papa Bouchard s chief tor mentor, asked, solemnly : " Is your business engagement with a lady or a gentleman ? " And when Papa Bouchard, in the innocence of his soul, replied, " It is with a lady," each one of the Pouters, as the young ladies of the Pigeon House were called, pretended to fall over in a dead faint. Papa Bouchard, much alarmed, ran from one to the other, trying to re vive them ; but while he was rubbing 219 Papa Bouchard the brow and slapping the hands of each in turn, Louise suddenly came to life, and running and locking the door, put the key into her pocket, so that Papa Bouchard had no means of escape except out of the third-story window or up the chimney. And at that moment his eye fell on Leontine. Pity Papa Bouchard ! He really had no intention of attending: so gay O O J a party. He had spent the whole even ing anxiously watching for Madame 220 Papa Bouchard Vernet. She had not arrived, or at least had not seen fit to reveal herself, and while he was hovering about the entrance to the terrace garden looking for her, these three merry girls had come along, had swooped down on him without the least warning, and had car ried him off bodily to de MenevaFs supper. Papa Bouchard had not the slightest idea of where he was when he was plumped down in Captain de Meneval s room. But one look around him the sight of Leontine revealed his whole dreadful predicament to him. It was too much for poor Papa Bouchard ! His persecutors having permitted him to sit on a chair, he endeavored to recover himself, and fanning with his handkerchief in great agitation, he debated with himself what to do. Leontine, meanwhile, was laughing at him without a sign of recognition. Papa Bouchard, presently finding his voice, said sternly to Leontine: 221 Papa Bouchard " May I ask what you are doing here in this company ? " To which Leontine, with pert gayety, replied : ct And may I ask what you are doing here in this company ? " " I," said Papa Bouchard, with dig nity, "am here by accident, and by the violence of these young women." " Oh, what a rib ! " cried Olga. " The old duffer begged us to let him come. We tried to shake him off, but we couldn t. Isn t that so, Aglaia and Louise ? " And Aglaia and Louise said it was so. Papa Bouchard, astounded at such duplicity, glared at them, but the only satisfaction he got was a fillip on the nose from Aglaia and a remark to the effect that he and the truth did n t live at the same address. Papa Bouchard indignantly turned his back on these traducers and again opened on Leontine. u I am amazed amazed at your 222 Papa Bouchard temerity. What shall I say to Cap tain de Meneval when I see him, as I shall to-morrow morning ? " " Anything you like," was Leon- tine s laughing answer. " Leontine de Meneval," cried Papa Bouchard, much enraged, u do you know me^ your guardian and trustee ? " " No, I don t," responded Leontine, nonchalantly. u I never saw you be fore." At this, shouts of laughter came from the three young ladies, and they all urged Papa Bouchard to stop his wild career of prevarication and learn to tell the truth. Papa Bouchard, quite beside himself, turned to Major Falliere. " Sir," he said, solemnly, " you wear the uniform of an officer, and I pre sume you are a gentleman. Believe me, this lady " indicating Leontine " is the wife of a brother officer of yours, Captain de Meneval. The truest kindness you can do him or her 223 Papa Bouchard is to persuade her to leave this scene of dissipation and return to Paris with me." " O-o-o-o-h ! " shrieked the three impish girls in chorus. " What an outrageous proposition ! And she says she never saw the man before ! " Papa Bouchard, still appealing to Major Falliere, continued, earnestly : " Perhaps this misguided girl has not 224 Papa Bouchard told you that she is Madame Victor de Meneval." " She told me," quietly replied Major Falliere, "that she was simply Satanita, a singer and dancer." Papa Bouchard dropped limply on the sofa and groaned in anguish of heart. But now was heard a jaunty step on the stair, which all recognized as de Meneval s. The mischievous Aglaia ran forward and unlocked the door, and in stepped de Meneval, smiling and debonair. Now, this little festivity had been his sole recreation during the ten mis erable days since he had got into the complication of the necklace ; and the supper, which was for only five, was at the suggestion of the Pink of Military Propriety. So it was without any com punctions that de Meneval walked into his quarters, expecting to find a small but jolly party. But he instantly recognized the two uninvited mem bers, and stopping short on the carpet, J 5 225 Papa Bouchard his ruddy complexion turned a sickly green. Papa Bouchard felt a sensation of triumph at Captain de Meneval s en trance. //<?, at least, would not dare to deride and defy him, as these wretched young women had done. But before Monsieur Bouchard could open his mouth, Aglaia burst forth, pointing to the old gentleman : u Of all the impudent men I ever saw, this one excels ! What do you 226 Papa Bouchard think ? As soon as he found we were coming here to supper, he hung on to us declared there was nothing he liked so well as a gay little party, that he could drink so much champagne he was called the Champagne Tank and actually forced himself in here, although we tried to push him out. Did n t he, Olga and Louise ? " And Olga and Louise confirmed every word that Aglaia uttered. Papa Bouchard, thoroughly exas perated, struck an attitude like that of Socrates in his favorite picture, u Socrates and His Pupils," and ad dressed Captain de Meneval. u Monsieur le Capitaine," he said, "you of course do not and cannot believe a word that these young ladies say concerning my presence here to night." Victor, very much alarmed, and dreading to catch Leontine s eye, yet retained enough of his wits to see that he had Papa Bouchard at a disadvan- 227 Papa Bouchard tage, and that the best thing to do was to assume the worst, and decline to listen to any explanation. " Monsieur Bouchard," he said, coldly, " you are asking a little too much of me when you wish me to believe your testimony against that of three ladies. I don t know how you came, but I am very glad to see you now that you are here, and hope you will remain to supper." " But I came on business ! " cried poor Papa Bouchard. " I had an ap pointment to finish up a transaction with a lady " And Aglaia and Louise and Olga again uttered a chorus of shrieks, and pretended to faint. But de Meneval had troubles of his own to attend to then. He walked over to where Leontine sat, and assum ing an air of forced jollity, such as a man puts on when he anticipates a wigging from the wife of his bosom, said : 228 Papa Bouchard " Delighted you happened to arrive, my love and what do you think of the Pouters ? " " I think they are very jolly girls," promptly replied Leontine ; u but as I am another uninvited guest, I thought it best to tell Major Falliere and the others that I, too, am a singer and dancer Satanita, I called myself, on the spur of the moment." De Meneval turned from green to blue. " And you did not immediately inform them that you are my wife ? " he hissed, in a savage whisper. " No," coolly replied Leontine," and when Papa Bouchard recognized me, I declared I had never seen him be fore. I am little Satanita good name, is n t it ? for this evening." De Meneval, enraged and discon certed beyond words, felt helpless. Suppose he were to proclaim the truth ? Leontine, as if answering the thought in his mind, whispered, with cruel glee : 229 Papa Bouchard " And if you say I am your wife I shall simply deny it. Satanita I am and Satanita I shall be, and I shall live up to the part of that you may be sure." De Meneval was in doubt whether to shoot himself. And then there was a move toward the table. The girls were dragging Papa Bouchard forward, who, still very angry, was yet not insensible to their pretty and mischievous wiles. Leontine, run ning up to Major Fal- liere, demanded that he sit next her at table, while de Meneval found himself sitting opposite Leon- tine, and with indescribable feelings saw her drink champagne, as he sup posed, by the tumblerful. Falliere had cleverly got hold of the two bottles of apollinaris, and rilled Leontine s glass with the greatest assiduity. 230 Papa Bouchard There was much noise and excite ment, and as the supper progressed de Meneval grew al most frantic over the spectacle his dear little Leontine was making of herself. For she not only managed to drink innumerable glasses of apollinaris, but she sang, she even danced. She paraded up and down the room, singing, in her sweet, saucy voice, verses made up at the moment. " Oh, I am the Widow Clicquot, Clicquot, I live at the Chateau Margaux, Margaux, My coachman s name is Pommery Sec, My footman is Piper Heidsieck, Moet-et-Chandon are my span. 1 She paused for reflection and added : " And when Moe t and Chandon go lame, I drive Mumm and Roederer ! 231 Papa Bouchard Here her invention gave out, and rubbing the top of de Meneval s head with one of the champagne bottles, she added, laughing : " Houp-la ! " That " Houp-la " almost drove de Meneval to distraction, but a roar of applause, in which all joined except her husband and Papa Bouchard, en couraged Leontine to continue. After a few moments reflection she began singing again : " This is the way in Champagne Land ! Oh, Champagne Land is dear to me, But Champagne Land is queer to me. There, lobsters grow on trees, There is a mine of cheese ; The oysters walk, The cocktails talk, And the pate de fole gras builds his nest In the hedge where the anchovy paste grows best." And she concluded with another " Houp-la ! " At this Papa Bouchard, who had 232 Papa Bouchard been as much horrified as de Mene- val, leaned over and whispered in agony to him : " She has certainly lost her mind and appears quite crazy ! " This was too much for poor de Meneval. He had spent an hour of torture while Leontine, vastly to her own amusement, to Major Falliere s, and to that of the Pouters, had ex hibited all the saucy graces of a Sata- nita, and Queen of the Harem-Scarem, but de Meneval could stand no more. Therefore, rising from the table, he cried, with tears in his eyes : " My friends, I beg of you to leave me. This lady who calls herself Sata- nita is my wife. I have never seen her act in this manner before I am sure she never so acted before. It is my duty as well as my privilege to shield her, and I wish to say that if any person, man or woman, ever men tions what her unfortunate conduct to-night has been, a life will be for- 233 Papa Bouchard felted, for I swear to shoot any man who dares to breathe one word against her, and any woman who does it may reckon on my vengeance." And with big tears rolling down his cheeks, he held his arms out to his wife. This was too much for Leontine. Just as Major Falliere had predicted, at the first sign of repent ance on de MenevaPs part she forgot all her resolutions to punish him, and falling into his arms, she exclaimed, in her own, natural voice : " You dear, chivalrous angel, I have n t touched champagne it is nothing but apol- linaris water, and I am your own true, devoted Leontine! " De Meneval was so overcome that he could do nothing but pat her head and cry : 234 Papa Bouchard " Oh, what have you not made me suffer to-night ! " " At least," replied Leontine, laugh ing and looking toward Major Fal- liere, " you have not spent your usual dull evening at Melun," and de Mene- val had the grace to blush, while old P. M. P. laughed back at the roguish Leontine. Papa Bouchard, too, had suffered agonies at Leontine s behavior ago nies, however, which the attentions he experienced at the hands of the young ladies partly ameliorated, for they had not stopped pinching and tickling him for a single moment. " Really," he said, "I have been very much agitated and distressed I never saw such doings in the Rue Clarisse. I was very seriously concerned at my ward s behavior very seriously con cerned. But now," continued Papa Bouchard, " everything seems to be straightened out to everybody s satisfac tion, and finding ourselves accidentally 235 Papa Bouchard together, why not finish up our evening with a jollity which er did not er exist, so far as I am concerned, in the beginning ? So I say houp-la ! " Alas ! at that very moment the door opened softly behind him and in walked Madame Vernet ! She was prettier, more demure and gentle than ever before. Her black costume, though highly coquettish, had a nun- like propriety about it. She ad vanced with downcast eyes, and said, timidly : " I knocked and thought I heard someone say, c Come in. I do not know on whose hospitality I am tres passing, but I saw Monsieur Bouchard enter half an hour ago, and as I must see him on a matter of business, I venture to ask for a word with him here." Monsieur Bouchard, at the sight of her, seemed about to collapse. Not so Captain de Meneval. He rose at once and said, with an ironical bow : 236 Papa Bouchard " Madame Vernet, you are trespass ing on the hospitality of Captain de Meneval, the gentleman you adopted as a brother about ten days ago and handed over as a dangerous lunatic to Dr. Delcasse who had a strait-jacket, a cold douche and a padded cell ready for him." At this Madame Vernet assumed an attitude more shrinking, more timid than before, and falling on Monsieur Bouchard s shoulder, cried: " Dear Paul, protect me from this dreadful person ! " Monsieur Bouchard was not at that moment able to protect anybody. He looked the picture of abject despair as he clutched the arms of his chair. He could only say, feebly : " Go away ! go away ! " " Is that the way you speak to your own Adele ! " cried Madame Vernet, burying her head on Monsieur Bou chard s reluctant bosom and bursting into tears. " Oh, what a change within 237 Papa Bouchard one short week ! Last week it was nothing but c Dearest Adele, when will you name the day ? And now it is Go away ! go away ! 3 Ma dame Vernet s voice was lost in sobs, but she continued to rub her left ear vigorously into Monsieur Bouchard s shirt front. " It is false ! " wailed Monsieur Bou chard, trying to escape from Madame Vernet s left ear. " Do you pretend to deny," sobbed that timid and trustful creature, u that only a week ago you gave me this ? " She took from her pocket the paste necklace, and at the sight of it a shock like a galvanic battery ran down the backbones of de Meneval and Leon- tine. " And that when I found it to be paste you offered me two thousand francs, in humble apology for the at tempt to deceive me ? " " It is false ! " again cried Monsieur Bouchard, almost weeping. " And that we were to meet here 238 Papa Bouchard to-night in order to make exchange ? Oh, dearest Paul, we have had lovers quarrels before, but nothing like this ! " Monsieur Bouchard was too much overcome by Madame Vernet s affec tionate attentions to do more than groan and try to push her away. But de Meneval, walking coolly up to her, quietly and very unexpectedly took the necklace out of her hand, saying : " This is the property of my wife, and as such I take possession of it, and call on Monsieur Bouchard to make an explanation." At this Madame Vernet uttered a despairing shriek, and throwing both arms round Monsieur Bouchard s neck, screamed : " You must avenge this insult, Paul ! And you must at least give me the two thousand francs ! " But Monsieur Bouchard was so per fectly delighted with the notion that de Meneval had the necklace and Pierre the two thousand francs, that his coun- 239 Papa Bouchard tenance changed as if by magic. He struggled to his feet, and after vainly to disengage himself from Madame Vernet s encircling arms, much to the amusement of the three young ladies and Major Falliere, cried : " I am perfectly overjoyed to make an explanation an explanation that will cause you, Leontine, and you, de Meneval, to forget all the unpleasant events of this evening. This necklace is paste and the one Leontine has is real. You may remember, de Mene val, you came to my apartment a week ago last Monday evening, bringing Leontine s real diamond necklace with you. You told me that when you bought it for her you also bought an imitation one for seventy-five francs, which you kept a secret from her." De Meneval, during this speech, had lost his dashing and determined attitude. " I believe I did something of the kind," he said, meekly. 240 Papa Bouchard " And that you had, still unknown to Leontine, put the paste one in place of the real one ; and you threatened, if I did not advance money to pay a large bill you owed at the Pigeon House for things like this " Monsieur Bouchard indicated the supper table and the guests with one wave of his arm - "you would take the necklace to the pawnbroker." De Meneval turned to Leontine, and knowing what was coming, said, with a sickly smile : u Dearest, will you forgive me ? " u Indeed I will ! " replied Leontine, who knew more of what was coming than did de Meneval. "Scarcely were you gone," con tinued Monsieur Bouchard, assuming his oracular manner, which sat rather awkwardly on him, as Madame Ver- net persisted in nestling on his shoul der, " when in comes Leontine with the paste necklace, and for the same purpose money or the pawnbroker. 16 241 Papa Bouchard It at once occurred to me that she could not be trusted with any necklace on which she thought money could be raised her debts were to tailors and dressmakers so I gave her back her own necklace she has it now and told her it was paste, and she said it looked it. Then, just as I had got rid of her, in comes this lady " Papa Bouchard made a desperate effort to shake off Madame Vernet, but that diffident person only held on to him the more affectionately " picked up the necklace, clasped it round her neck, and walked off with it, and I have spent the most miserable week of my life trying to get it back. I had arranged to give her the two thousand 242 Papa Bouchard francs, which Pierre, my man, has in his pocket at this moment, when, owing to this lady s indelicate persistence in fol lowing me here, and in rashly exposing the necklace, she lost it, and I keep my two thousand francs. If I could find that rascal Pierre I could prove all I say." And as if in answer to his name, the door was burst open, and in rushed Pierre, pale and breathless. u Monsieur," he cried to Papa Bou chard , " all is discovered, and we are in the greatest danger. My wife Elise found out everything from the concierge in the Rue Bassano this evening. She went back to Mademoiselle Bouchard, and, if you please, both of them took the train for Melun to capture us and just as I was coming to warn you I ran into them at the foot of the stairs. They had asked for Captain de Meneval s quarters, in order to get him to help them search for us. They are on the stairs now ! " 243 Papa Bouchard Leontine and de Meneval, meaning to let Monsieur Bouchard bear alone the brunt of Mademoiselle Bouchard s wrath, immediately scuttled into seats against the wall, which they occupied with great dignity. Major Falliere, who had heard of Mademoiselle Bou chard, got as far away from the girls as he could, and they Aglaia, Olga and Louise with much discretion ranged themselves primly on a sofa at the farthest end of the room. But this left 244 Papa Bouchard Papa Bouchard standing in the middle, with Madame Vernet embracing him tenderly. He, too, would have liked to flee, but he was literally frozen with terror, and unable to move or speak. And then the door came open, and in walked, or rather marched, Mademoiselle Celeste Bouchard and Elise. Never in all his fifty-four years of life had Monsieur Bouchard seen his sister in such a state as she was at that moment. Her eyes sparkled, and her small figure was erect and commanding. Her emotions had made both her and Elise altogether forget the primness and propriety of their costumes, for which mistress and maid had been noted. Mademoiselle Bouchard s cor rect, elderly bonnet seemed to have caught the same infection of demorali zation as Monsieur Bouchard, Pierre and Pierrot, for it sat at a most im proper and dissipated angle. Her mantle was awry, she had on one white 245 Papa Bouchard glove and one black one, and a fringe of white petticoat showed the agitation in which she had dressed. Elise was in somewhat the same con dition, and she clutched a flower pot and a gold-headed stick which had belonged to Bouchard pere, under the impression they were a travelling bag and an umbrella. The sight that met their eyes was Monsieur Bou chard apparently submitting with willingness to Madame Vernet s endearments, while the lady herself sobbed out upon his breast : " Oh, Paul, dearest, pro tect your own Adele from that dreadful old woman ! " Now, this was too much for any wo man to stand. Mademoiselle Bouchard, panting and trembling with wrath and horror, sank into a chair. " Elise," she gasped, putting her hand before her eyes, " put up your umbrella 246 Papa Bouchard between me and that disgraceful sight. I cannot look upon it." Elise, equally agitated, made futile attempts to convert the stick into an umbrella, and then cried out : " Oh, this is only a stick ! Perhaps I put the umbrella in the travelling bag." But failing to find an umbrella in the flower pot, she collapsed into a chair 247 Papa Bouchard next her mistress, crying out : "When you, Mademoiselle, have finished with Monsieur Bouchard I 11 disposeof Pierre. Oh, the rascal ! " Pierre, like his master, was dumb before the accuser. Not so Madame Vernet. She continued to appeal to Monsieur Bouchard : " Oh, darling Paul, I am 10 frightened ! Why don t you send her away ? " "But I am not your darling Paul and never was ! " Poor Monsieur Bouchard was simply a pitiable sight, and the de Menevals, the Major and three girls were heart less enough to go into convulsions of silent mirth at his predicament. They, too, had nothing to say in Made moiselle Bouchard s indignant presence. But that lady was determined to be answered. " Paul," she said, in the tone of an inquisitor, " stop those shocking demon strations toward that person and explain your conduct to me." 248 Papa Bouchard " My dear Celeste," replied Papa Bouchard, in a faint voice and almost weeping, " if you could induce this lady to stop her demonstrations I should be the happiest man on earth. And there s no explanation to give. I m the help less victim of a designing woman." At which Madame Vernet screamed and said, trying to kiss him : " But I will forgive you, my own Paul. I know you don t mean what you say." And Elise added to Monsieur Bou chard s anguish, and to Mademoiselle Bouchard s horror by crying out, " Mademoiselle, he is n t trying to get rid of her. He is tickling her and pinching her I see him myself! " Monsieur Bouchard thought he should have died of horror at this awful and baseless charge. Apparently Madame Vernet was master of the situation, but Major Fal- liere, the cool, the resolute Falliere, came to the rescue. Going up quietly 249 Papa Bouchard to Madame Vernet, he deliberately raised her face so he could look her squarely in the eye. " Madame Vernet," he said, " you seem to have lost sight of that little in cident of representing my friend, Captain de Meneval, as your brother and a danger ous lunatic, and the trick you played on Dr. Delcasse. Now, I happen to know that Dr. Delcasse is determined to punish you, if he can find you, and unless you immediately leave these quarters and leave Melun I shall inform Dr. Del casse of your whereabouts, and you will have a visit from the police." Madame Vernet, seeing she had met her match, disengaged herself from Mon sieur Bouchard, to that gentleman s great joy. Assuming an attitude and air of great innocence, she said : " I don t really understand what you mean, or even who you are. But being naturally a very diffident and retiring person, I cannot stand the least unfavor able criticism, and I shall certainly leave 250 Papa Bouchard this censorious and unsympathetic com pany." Major Falliere ceremoniously offered her his arm, escorted her to the door, and opened it. Madame Ver- net paused on the threshold. " I go," she said, " to seek refuge and protection with my aunt and uncle in Mezieres." And the Major shut the door after her. Mademoiselle Bouchard then rose majestically and advanced to Monsieur Bouchard. " Andjraw, Paul," she said, " will seek refuge and protection in the house of your sister in the Rue Clarisse, where you spent thirty happy and peaceful years. You will there resume the orderly Papa Bouchard and quiet life interrupted by your unfor tunate excursion into the Rue Bassano. You will return to early hours and wholesome meals. You willhave boiled mutton and rice, with a small glass of claret, for your dinner, and ten o clock will be your hour for retiring. An occasional visit to a picture gallery or a museum will supply you with amuse ments far more intellectual than the orgies you have been indulging in at the Pigeon House." Monsieur Bouchard, the image of despair, looked round him. Captain de Meneval and Leontine were in fits of laughter. The three girls, huddled to gether on the sofa, were tittering ; the grim Major was smiling broadly. Even a worm will turn, and so did Monsieur Bouchard. " I am sorry, my dear Celeste," he said, in a voice he vainly endeavored to make cool and debonair, " but what you suggest is impossible. I have taken my apartment for a year. And I find that 252 Papa Bouchard boiled mutton and rice for dinner do not suit my constitution. I I I shall remain in the Rue Bassano." A round of applause from Major Fal- liere, Leontine and Victor, in which the three young ladies joined, much to Monsieur Bouchard s annoyance, greeted this. Nevertheless, it stiffened his back bone. " Do you mean to say that you do not intend to return to the Rue Cla- risse ? " asked Mademoiselle Bouchard, in much agitation. " Y yes," replied Monsieur Bou chard, trying to assume a swash buckler air. " You see, I don t think the air of the Rue Clarisse agrees with me very well. I often had twinges of rheumatism there. Now, since I have been in the Rue Bassano, my joints feel about twenty-five years younger. In fact, I myself feel con siderably younger an increased vi tality, so to speak. I am sorry to disoblige you, my dear Celeste, but 253 Papa Bouchard for the sake of my health and other reasons I shall remain in my present quarters." Mademoiselle Bouchard, defeated, was speechless. Not so Elise. Walk ing up to Pierre, she seized him and bawled : "No excuses about your health shall keep you from the Rue Clarisse. I promise you that you shall have a very different time there from your life in the Rue Bassano, turning night into day, running out here to the Pigeon House all the time and mak ing a show and a scandal of yourself." "No, Elise," firmly replied Pierre, who had much more real courage than his master, " I promised Mademoiselle Bouchard that I never would desert Monsieur Bouchard. If he remains in the midst of the dangers of the Rue Bassano he needs my protect ing services more than ever. Al though but a servant, I have a sense of honor. I cannot break my word." 254 Papa Bouchard " Oh, you old hypocrite " began Elise. " Hypocrite, you may call me," an swered Pierre, folding his arms and turning up the whites of his eyes, "but liar and fal sifier you cannot. Mademoiselle to Mademoiselle Bouchard - - " I shall keep my word to you. As long as Monsieur Bou chard remains in the Rue Bassano I stay with him. He shall not face alone the dangers of that gay locale those music halls, those theatres, those merry cafes, where all sorts of delicious, indigestible things are sold. His faithful Pierre shall be with him." Mademoiselle Bouchard realized she was beaten. So did Elise. They Papa Bouchard rose slowly. De Meneval ran into the next room, and bringing out a cage that held the redoubtable Pierrot, put it into Mademoiselle Bouchard s hand. " There, dear Aunt Celeste," he cried, " is your consoler. I offered to buy him from the proprietor of the Pigeon House, but the man said he would give me the bird for nothing in fact, he would pay to get rid of him. He was driving the customers of the Pigeon House away by his language." "At least," said Mademoiselle Bouchard, solemnly, " if men are renegades, there is something of the same sex that is faithful and grateful. No doubt this poor bird is happy at escaping from the dissipated atmos phere of the Pigeon House to the sweet seclusion of the Rue Clarisse." But, horror of horrors ! The in stant the wicked Pierrot found him self going in the direction of the 256 Papa Bouchard door, on his way to the Rue Clarisse, he broke out into the most outrageous denunciations of the two ladies. Shrieks, demoniac laughter, yells, oaths and slang of the worst descrip tion poured from him ; he screamed with rage, bit furiously at both Made moiselle Bouchard and Elise, and forcing the cage door open, with al most human intelligence flew out and 17 257 Papa Bouchard perched on Monsieur Bouchard s shoulder, from which he continued his volley of abuse, winding up with a shout of: " Go to the devil, you bowlegged old rapscallions ! " But the two respectable elderly per sons so infamously described, were already fleeing. Of course, no such bird as Pierrot had become could be tolerated in the Rue Clarisse, and Elise cried, while she and Mademoiselle Bouchard ran down the stairs : u The only safe thing to do, Made moiselle, is to keep everything mascu line out of our apartment. They are all alike men and parrots every thing that is masculine is abominable and not to be trusted. They live to deceive us poor women, and are never so happy as when they are lying to us. So let them go Monsieur, Pierre and Pierrot the wretches, and trust to retributive justice to overtake them ! " But neither Monsieur Bouchard nor 258 Papa Bouchard Pierre seemed to fear the blindfolded lady with the sword. They were at that moment capering with glee, and Pierre was shouting : " I would n t go back to the Rue Clarisse for a million of monkeys ! " And Papa Bouchard was saying : " I have a confession to make. It is this that I like a gay life, and as that worthy fellow says, I would not go back to the Rue Clarisse for a million of monkeys, and all the money in the Bank of France beside. I in tend to lead a very gay life, hereafter. I am a changed, a reformed man. Leontine, I shall allow you three- fourths of your income to spend and if you get into straits, come to Papa Bouchard and perhaps I 11 do some thing handsome. Victor, when next you have a little party of Pouters on hand, don t forgot your Papa Bou chard." " Indeed I won t," cried de Mene- val, " and Falliere and I will promise 259 Papa Bouchard to get twenty of the best fellows in the regiment and take you on the biggest lark, bat, jag, and jamboree you ever heard of in all your life ! " " Pray don t forget," answered Papa Bouchard, while his mouth came open as if it were on hinges. " Remember it is to have all the combined features of a lark, a bat, a jag and a jamboree. And Pierre, my man, we won t go back to the Rue Clarisse ! " 260 Papa Bouchard " No ! " shrieked Pierre, capering in an ecstasy of delight, " we won t go back to the Rue Clarisse ! " And Pierrot yelled as if inspired, " We won t go back to the Rue Cla risse ! We re free ! we re free ! Gay dogs are we ! " 261 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY BERKELEY THIS BOOK IS DUE ON THE LAST DATE STAMPED BELOW Books not returned on time are subject to a fine of 50c per volume after the third day overdue, increasing to $1.00 per volume after the sixth day. 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