CHAPTER PAGE
I. [Mokoubamba's Fetish ]3
II. [A Descendant of Timon ]19
III. [Malus Vicinus ]31
IV. [Aunt Rosalie's Inheritance ]45
V. [Gideon in His Grave ]61
VI. [Simon, Son of Simon ]73
VII. [At the Foot of the Cross ]87
VIII. [Evil Beneficence ]101
IX. [A Mad Thinker ]113
X. [Better Than Stealing ]125
XI. [The Gray Fox ]137
XII. [The Adventure of My Curé ]149
XIII. [Master Baptist, Judge ]161
XIV. [The Bullfinch and the Maker of Wooden Shoes ]173
XV. [About Nests ]185
XVI. [A Domestic Drama ]197
XVII. [Six Cents ]209
XVIII. [Flower o' the Wheat ]221
XIX. [Jean Piot's Feast ]233
XX. [The Treasure of St. Bartholemew ]249
XXI. [A Happy Union ]263
XXII. [A Well-Assorted Couple ]275
XXIII. [Lovers in Florence ]287
XXIV. [A Hunting Accident ]301
XXV. [Giambolo ]313

THE SURPRISES OF LIFE


I

MOKOUBAMBA'S FETISH

It may be that you knew Mokoubamba who became famous in Passy for his labours as a reseater of rush-bottomed chairs, weaver of mats, of baskets and hampers, mender of all things breakable, teller of tales, entertainer of the passerby, lover of all haunts where poor mortality resorts to eat and drink. He was an old Negro from the coast of Guinea, very black as to skin, wholly white as to hair, with great velvety black eyes and the jaws of a crocodile whence issued childlike laughter. He used to honour me with his visits on his way home at evening when he had not sold quite all his wares. With abundance of words and gestures, he would explain to me how fortunate I was to need precisely the article of which by an unforeseen and kindly chance he was the owner. And as he saw that I delighted in his talk, he gave free rein to that spirited eloquence which never failed to bring him more or less remuneration.

Our latest "reformers" having put intoxication by the juice of the grape within reach of all, Mokoubamba died on the fourteenth of last July, from having too copiously celebrated the taking of the Bastille. No more will Passy see Mokoubamba, with his white burnous, his scarlet chechia, his green boots, and his drum-major's staff. A genuine loss to the truly Parisian picturesqueness of this quarter. As for me, how should I not miss the rare companion who had seen so many lands, consorted with so many sages, and collected so many strange teachings?

"Mokoubamba knows the whole earth," he was wont to say, candidly adding: "Mokoubamba knows everything that man can know."

And the generosity of this primitive nature will be seen in the fact of his not keeping his hoard of knowledge to himself, but lavishing it upon all comers. He was equally willing to announce what the weather would be on the morrow and what it had been on the day before. By means of cabalistic signs on a very grimy bit of parchment he foretold any man's destiny: a choice destiny, indeed, of whose felicities he was never known to be niggardly.