by D. B. Gilles
Her name was Juliet Arceneau.
Juliet looked several years older than when he’d last seen her in 1889, but still very attractive. That she had married Luc pleased him.
As he read the article he was also pleased to learn that the idea for the culinary arts school had come from Juliet. Marthe Distel said, “My young American chef convinced me that there was a need for a place to train people who were serious about learning how to cook. I have learned so much from her, and considering that she is so young.”
Dalton knew that the international reputation of Le Cordon Bleu spread rapidly. Great chefs came to the school to teach students, further contributing to the world-renowned reputation of the school.
He wondered where life had taken Eliza. To his amazement and joy he found a short article about a new art salon that had opened in the Left Bank, founded by an American patron of the arts named Eliza Kinkaid-Rouseau.
He smiled, happy that Eliza had found not only a calling, but also a husband.
He would call Proctor later with the news about both women.
He was in a good mood as his research took him to the summer of 1896. Suddenly, the happiness he’d experienced learning how Juliet and Eliza’s lives had turned out, and that he had inspired H.G. Wells in the writing of The Time Machine, disappeared.
He felt sick to his stomach and thought he might vomit. His mind returned to a sense of dread and fear he hadn’t known since he’d returned from Paris.
While going through an issue of Le Figaro dated June 29,,1896, he saw a photograph of someone he knew with this headline:
Crazed Man Claiming To Be From The
Future, Kills 2, Wounds a Third
There was a grainy photograph of Luger Pabst and the story read as follows:
A man dressed in the outfit of the Swiss Guard, the soldiers assigned to the Vatican, was arrested today and charged with the murders of a young American woman and her husband, as well as wounding her sister who was with them. The slain couple was Luc and Juliet Arceneau who were with their seven-year-old son, Proctor, and four-year-old son, Dalton, in the Luxembourg Gardens where they were picnicking. Eliza Kinkaid-Rouseau, sister of Mrs. Arceneau was wounded and is in critical condition.
Before the gunman was taken into custody he rambled on, as if insane, that he was from the future and that he wanted to get back home. As to why he was dressed as a Swiss Guard, the police are unclear. However, an expert in Italian artifacts from The Louvre examined the man’s garb and has said that it is not of recent vintage, that it appears to be several centuries old.
Shaking and sweating, Dalton immediately called Proctor, telling him the news. Proctor asked to see the article. Dalton rushed to his apartment and read the article to him. Proctor was crestfallen and speechless. Tears poured from his eyes.
“Juliet was like a daughter to me,” said Proctor. “And that she named her children after us is... so sweet.”
“I have to go back,” said Dalton “Luger Pabst somehow found his way back to Paris. He found them and slaughtered them. They have to be warned!”
“Without a Brimstone there’s nothing you can do.”
“You have to speak to The Brimstone Society. They’ve got to crank up their efforts. If I can go back to Paris before June of eighteen-ninety-six I can save them!”
“I can make calls to the members, but Dalton, locating The Brimstone is next to impossible. I can’t imagine the time it will take. They’ve all waited their entire lives. We were all young when we joined, younger than you, and now we’re old. It could take thirty years. Fifty years. You’ll be an old man.”
“I don’t care.”
Suddenly something dawned on Dalton. “Since Luger Pabst got back to Paris, it means the Brimstone he used could still be out there somewhere.”
“True.”
“The one we used turned up in a Paris flea market. Who’s to say that it won’t turn up again? Same with Eiffel’s.”
“There’s always the possibility.”
“If I could find a way back, Juliet, Eliza and Luc would still be young. They would have their whole lives ahead of them. I’ve got to try.”
Proctor hesitated. “Then try we will.”
“We? You left eighteen-eighty-nine because you thought you were going to die.”
“Next time I’ll bring enough medication to last. Besides, I want to meet my young namesake. Don’t you want to meet little Dalton?”
Dalton smiled for a moment, then glared at the photo of Luger Pabst on the old newspaper page, his crazed eyes staring back almost daring Dalton to find him.
“Proctor, what do you say about a little vacation?”
“Dalton, we’ve been gone for more than a year. I think I’ve had enough travel for the time being.”
“I meant it as a working vacation.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Let’s go to Paris. There’s a couple of Brimstones I’d like to start looking for.”
The End
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Table of Contents
Paris Time
Also by D.B. Gilles
PART 1
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
PART 2
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
PART 3
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Epilogue
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