Original Short Stories — Volume 01 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 173 pages of information about Original Short Stories — Volume 01.

Original Short Stories — Volume 01 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 173 pages of information about Original Short Stories — Volume 01.

He thought for a few moments and then replied:  “What?  Why, we must get up some entertainment, if the commandant will allow us.”  “What sort of an entertainment, captain?” the major asked, taking his pipe out of his mouth.  “I will arrange all that, commandant,” the baron said.  “I will send Le Devoir to Rouen, and he will bring back some ladies.  I know where they can be found, We will have supper here, as all the materials are at hand and; at least, we shall have a jolly evening.”

Graf von Farlsberg shrugged his shoulders with a smile:  “You must surely be mad, my friend.”

But all the other officers had risen and surrounded their chief, saying:  “Let the captain have his way, commandant; it is terribly dull here.”  And the major ended by yielding.  “Very well,” he replied, and the baron immediately sent for Le Devoir.  He was an old non-commissioned officer, who had never been seen to smile, but who carried out all the orders of his superiors to the letter, no matter what they might be.  He stood there, with an impassive face, while he received the baron’s instructions, and then went out, and five minutes later a large military wagon, covered with tarpaulin, galloped off as fast as four horses could draw it in the pouring rain.  The officers all seemed to awaken from their lethargy, their looks brightened, and they began to talk.

Although it was raining as hard as ever, the major declared that it was not so dark, and Lieutenant von Grossling said with conviction that the sky was clearing up, while Mademoiselle Fifi did not seem to be able to keep still.  He got up and sat down again, and his bright eyes seemed to be looking for something to destroy.  Suddenly, looking at the lady with the mustaches, the young fellow pulled out his revolver and said:  “You shall not see it.”  And without leaving his seat he aimed, and with two successive bullets cut out both the eyes of the portrait.

“Let us make a mine!” he then exclaimed, and the conversation was suddenly interrupted, as if they had found some fresh and powerful subject of interest.  The mine was his invention, his method of destruction, and his favorite amusement.

When he left the chateau, the lawful owner, Comte Fernand d’Amoys d’Uville, had not had time to carry away or to hide anything except the plate, which had been stowed away in a hole made in one of the walls.  As he was very rich and had good taste, the large drawing-room, which opened into the dining-room, looked like a gallery in a museum, before his precipitate flight.

Expensive oil paintings, water colors and drawings hung against the walls, while on the tables, on the hanging shelves and in elegant glass cupboards there were a thousand ornaments:  small vases, statuettes, groups of Dresden china and grotesque Chinese figures, old ivory and Venetian glass, which filled the large room with their costly and fantastic array.

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