tavernay I
A Tale of the Red Terror
BY BURTON E. STEVENSON. j
Author of "The Marathon Myitery,” "The Holladay Case,” “A Soldier of j
Virginia,” etc. j
Copyrighted, 1909, by Burton E. Stevenson.
CHAPTER XI—(Continued.)
“Well, let them watch It. We shall
net open It, and they can never break
It down.”
I would not be too certain of that,
monsieur” said Pasdeloup, gloomily.
"They have learned many things at
Paris. Goujon boasted that, even un
armed, the people had taken a great
prison called the Bastille—but most
probably he was lying."
■ No,” said his master In a low tone,
"In that particular, at least, he spoke
the truth. But miracles do not repeat
th-mselves.”
They no doubt have other means at
command,” responded X*asdeloup, grim
ly, ' without calling In the aid of the
good God.”
No doubt they have,” agreed Ills
master, "but at least we can reduce
th. number of these assassins,” and
he drew his pistols.
But Pasdeloup laid a warning hand
upon his arm.
"Not yet, monsieur." he said. “I
may be mistaken. Perhaps there Is
yet a chance. Perhaps those others
will refuse to Join them, perhaps they
will grow weary, alter a time, and
depart for home, content with such
plunder as they can carry away with
them. But If wo begin tho attack they
■will be on fire In a moment.”
You are right,” agreed his master
and slowly returned his pistols to Ids
belt. "Let us wait, then. And In
the meantime. Pasdeloup, do you tell
lis how you came to know so well
what Goujon was planning—and
more especially, why. since you did
know It, you did not give me warn
ing?”
Pasdeloup hesitated a moment.
"I will tell you, monsieur,” he said
at last, “and you will see that I am
not to blame—that I did what I could,
You perhaps know the Inn of the Belli
Image at Dange?”
"1 have heard of It."
"1 was there one evening a week
ago, drinking a glass of wine dur
ing an hour Laroche had taken my
place at the gate. It was the flrsl
time that he lmd ever proposed sitcl
a thing, but that night he came tr
me and told me of the wonderful new
wine at the Belle Image, so good and
•o cheap, since It no longer had ti
pay tribute to the church and to tin
aristocrats. He ended by saying thai
as he had nothing to do for an houi
ho would take my place at the gati
while I went to the Belle Imago am
tasted tho wine. I confess I was sur
grlsod; ho saw It und explained thai
e wanted me to tost for myself on<
of th > benefits tho republic had con
ferred upon the people. So I went
I saw afterward that that was nol
his purpose at all."
“Y oo« trillion nrlui t Vila niirnnui
wish,” said M. lo Comte, “but con
tinue your story.”
"1 was, as I have said, drinking tn>
wine,” continued Pasdeloup, “wlilct
was truly of a surprising excellence
when a man came and sat down be
side me. For a moment I did nol
know him; then I saw It was Goujon
He greeted me with a kindness which
surprised me when h remembered
that It was I who had helped to cap
ture hirn; but he seemed to have for
gotten that I saw that he was wel
dressed and that Ills hands wort
white He ordered a bottle of wlin
sven superior to that which I vviu
drinking, Invited mo to 'oln him, ant
began to tell me of the wonderfu
events which were happening In Parlt
—events vhlch would end by making
us all free and rich and happy, lit
said that tho aristocrats and tin
priests had been starving and robbing
and killing us for 500 years, und thai
now It was our turn.
’* 'You remember that your owi
mother was starved to death Pasde
loup,' he said
" ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I remember that.'
■" Although enough to feed a hun
dred people was wasted every day a
the chateau.’
’’’Yes,’ I agreed, ‘perhaps that li
true.’
“ 'You know how she would havi
been beaten had It been known thu
she stole even a morsel of food fron
the pigs.’
“ 'Yes,' I said again; 'I know that.’
" ’You may perhaps remember,’ In
went on, with a frightful contortloi
of the countenance, 'the punishment
suffered for trapping a hare.’
“ ‘Yes,’ I said, 'I remember.’
" ‘And do you think It Just, gooi
God!' he cried, ‘that n man sliouh
suffer like that for a fault so trivial
Yet that is what was happening da;
by day all over tills broad land o
France! What could we do? The;
took our grain for tlielr bread, on
flocks for their ment, our daughters fo
their pleasure. Old we so much a
protest, we were hanged on the neares
gallows as a warning to others not ti
lift their heads. We might live or dh
starve or rot—what did It matter? W
were less to them, as you have seen
than the swine In tlielr pens!’ I do no
know, added Pasdeloup, in anothe
tone, "whether all of this was true; bu
It had a certain air of truth about It.
“Most of It was true, I fear.” sail
M let Comte, In a low voice, “thougl
I had never looked at It In quite tha
way."
“There Is a great difference, is tiler
not, monsieur," asked Pasdeloup. “li
whether one looks at a thing fron
above or below?”
.“Yes," agreed his master, still nior
quickly, "there Is.”
"At any rate," continued Pasdeloui
"Goujon grew more and more excite,
with each word ho uttered 'Why ts It
he demanded, 'that some people wea
lace and jewels and others only rags
Why should a noble's pigs lie treatei
better than his peasants? Why shout
the peasants toil from year to year 1
order that the priests and the arlsto
crats may live in idleness with thel
women and have fine wines to drin
and fine clothes to wear, and grea
houses to shelter them, while we wh
make the wine, and spin the oloth. an
build the houses, have only swill an
rags and hovels? Why should they b
warm In winter and we cold? Wh
should we permit their game to de
stroy our crops, without being per
mttted to raise a hand lo prevent It'
" 'I do not know,’ I answered, 'ex
ccpt that It has always been so.'
"‘Well, It will be so no longer!' h
cried. 'We are going to change a
that. We are going to reverse tiling!
Monsieur Veto has already sneezed I
the sack; the Austrian woman and hi
whelp will follow him.'
“ And what then" I asked.
" 'Then we shall be free Then w
shall set about the work of establtshln
liberty, equality, fraternity But fire
we will stuff the nobles* mouths wit
dust, just as those good fellows at Par
stuffed old Foulon's mouth with ha:
Come, you must Join us. Pasdeloup. Yo
also hav< wrongs to avenge.’
’’ ’I will think of it,' 1 said, anil r*
turned to my post at the gate
"All that night I luy und thought t
I what Goujon had said, and I confess,
M. le Comte, that it appeared to me
reasonable. So long as I had imagined
that things were as they were because
tin' good God so willed it, I had not
\ questioned 'them; but now I began to
; suspect that perhaps the good God had
no hand In them at all, and that the
] only thing left for us was to do what
we could to help ourselves. The next
night, I inquired for Laroche, but no
one had seen him; so, leaving the gate
open—the first time that I had ever
done so—I hastened to the Belle Image.
Goujon was awaiting me; again he
bought wine and again ho laid before
me the wrong3 of the peasantry. At
last I told him that I would Join the
society which he was organizing at
Darige. It was not until I had taken
the oath, that I discovered what It
was he intended to do. He thought
me wholly his, and, Indeed, from night
to night, ho convinced mo more and
more that Justice was on our side.
"Two nights ago, he was for some
reason very Jubilant and drank more
than usual. It was at that time that
he confided to me his passion for
madame; that he told me what It was
he had been doing In that attic at the
moment you discovered him. Then
ho passed on to the plan he had In
mind.
" We have all the servants, now,
Pasdeloup,’ he said; ‘even the women.
Those we could not persuade we
bribed; those we could not bribe wo
frightened into joining us. The plans
are made, everything is ready. Your
part will be to open the gates for us.’
" 'Which gates?’ I asked.
" ‘The gates of the chateau, of
course.’
‘‘‘Of the chateau?’
“ ‘Certainly, it Is of the chateau I
am speaking. We are going to at
tack it.’
“ ‘But M. la Comte Is not there,’ I
protested.
" ‘No,’ said Goujon, with a triumph
ant smile, ‘nor will he ever again be
there. I have attended to that. La
rocho has lured him Into our hands.
First, I will bring him here in order
that he may witness my revenge—my
triumph; then I will send him on to
Paris to celebrate his nuptials with
Madame Guillotine.’
"Then I saw the trap Into which I
had thrust my foot. As he sat there
leering at me, I was tempted to bury
my knife In his belly; but I managed
to control myself. It might be that
there were other things which I
should know.
“ ‘Well, then,’ I said, ‘since you al
ready have him, why attack the chat
eau ?‘
“The leer on his face grew broad
" 'You forget, Paadeloup,' he Bald,
'that the women aro there.’
" ’Well, what then?’
’’ 'What then, head of a pig! You
are Btupld tonight! Do you suppose I
have forgotten .’ You do not know the
sleepless nights I have spent tossing
on my bed, biting my pillow, at thought
of what one day should be mine!
Well, my day has come—that woman
Is going to be mine now—that Is the
triumph which Favras Is to witness!
Will It not be a pretty revenge?
Could you think of anything prettier?’
and he leered at me again and licked
his Ups with a tongue which seemed
strangely red and swollen. ‘You
shall have the other; she shall be
your reward and pardleu! It Is not to
be laughed at. You do not know, Pas
deloup, what soft, white skins these cl
devant women have!’ ”
I felt my Mood grow suddenly hot
with rage and a glance at M. le Comte's
white face told mo the agony ho was
suffering at the thought that his wife
had been profaned by even the glances
of this scoundrel.
"Go on," he said, hoarsely. “And
then?”
"Perhaps something In my face be
trayed me,” Paadeloup continued. “At
any rate, Goujon suddenly looked at
me, then straightened back In his
chair.
1 " ‘I have been talking nonsense, Pas
deloup,' he said. 'I have taken too
much wine. I am always saying absurd
things when I am drunk. Yrou must
forget that foolishness.’
“He said It so naturally that I be
lieved him, more especially since, at
the moment, his head was wobbling so
that ho could scarcely keep It off the
table. Rut, when I reached the chateau
again, I found that my zeal for the
revolution had vanished, since, even
1 drunk, one of its leaders could propose
1 such horrible things. Last night I re
' malned nt my post at the gate; but to
' night an uneasiness seized me. I fun
' cied that I detected some sort of un
derstanding among the other servants.
At the first moment 1 slipped away to
’ Dange to learn the truth. There 1 found
1 that a detachment of the Rlues had
just come In by post, and had been or
> dered forward nt once to surround the
. chateau. All of that rabble yonder had
1 gathered In the square and Goujon was
. addressing them. The terrible things
he was saying made me tremble. But
• 1 listened only for a moment. Then I
hastened back to give you warning, and
found that 1 was already too late. That
I is all, M. !e Comte."
i Mis master laid a friendly hand upon
: Ills shoulder.
"J, thank thee, Paadeloup," ho said.
> "Whatever the event, thou hast done
i thy besf. Thou hast paid thy debt a
i hundred fold."
A sudden frenzied outburst of yells
i Interrupted him. We looked down again
and saw a procession emerging from
. the house upon the terrace. Before
1 them they were rolling half a dozen
' casks of wine and spirits.
"We shall see now." said Pasdeloup
' grimly, "how many of them will shout
1 Txmg Live the King!’ ’’
i CHAPTER XII.
r Madness Becomes Frenzy.
t In a moment, the casks were broach
> ed, and the liquor, in whatever recep
* taeles were at hand, was passed
J around from mouth to eager mouth.
. Xo one made the slightest attempt to
husband it, and it was soon pouring
- down over the steps In little purple
" rivulets. The faces of the crowd, as
the flaring torches and dancing flames
revealed them, became more and more
» Inhuman, their shouts hoarser and
1 more menacing, their actions more and
i. more bestial, until I felt my cheeks
1 grow hot at the thought that these
r creatures belonged to humankind. Truly
long centuries in the darkness had
' rendered them unfit for the light!
(■ | Drunken couples reeled hither and
l; thither, shouting incoherently; wom
t I en, forgetting their sex. pursued such
h I men as made a pretense of escaping:
s ! a half-naked girl, mounted astride a
| cask, shouted coarse Jests at six or
a j <*ight scoundrels who were going
! through the pretense of a mass.
- i ‘ The Goddess of Reason !*’ said M,
I lc Comte, his eyes dwelling upon this
►f j group; and. indeed, at that moment,
a* the wretch who played the priest
made as though he was elevating the
host, those behind him burst forth
In a hoarse shout:
"Long live Reason! J.ong live
Reason!"
Attracted by the shout, others of the
crowd Joined the group, drank of the
wine which the girl passed down to
them, and began a crazed Bachanal
dance before her. Then a red-faced
rogue dashed up the step to her and,
screaming with laughter, tore her few
remaining clothes from her back.
"Long live Reason!" he shouted.
"I baptise thee!” and he dashed a cup
of wine over her glistening skin.
And another snatched a twig from
a flowering shrub and, bending It into
the semblance of a wreath, placed It
upon her head.
"Long live Reason!" he shouted In
his turn, but a woman In the crowd.
Jealous, perhaps of the attentions
shown the naked hussy, suddenly
caught up a clod of earth and dashed
It Into her face; whereup the goddess
dismounted from her throne, vomiting
forth I know not what vileness, and
was caught up by the crowd trembling
with rage and horror at the Impious
scene which I had witnessed, and the
thought that our fair land of France
lay at the mercy of such scoundrels
turned me sick at heart.
Then one of their number mounted
the steps and began to harangue them.
I could catch only a word, here and
there, yet It was easy enough to guess,
from the frantic shouts which Inter
rupted him, what his subject was. The
mob was in mood to commit any atroc
ity. It needed only the application of
the spark.
M. le Comte's face grew grave as he
gazed down at them.
"That is serious,” he Raid. “When
they begin to make speeches. It Is
time to think of escape. Have you any
thing to suggest, Tavernay?”
"If we could reach the ground on the
side of the tower away from the mob,”
I said, "we might escape into the wood,
since there seems to be no watch of
any kind nor any one to intercept us."
"Yes, but to reach the ground-”
“If we could find a rope-”
"Yes, but where?"
"Is there none In the tower? Surely
we can And something-”
"At least, we can look,” he said, and
led the way to the stair.
I followed him. but Fasdoloup, his
arms folded, his head sunk in reverie,
kept his place at the battlement, star
ing moodily down at the drunken
revel.
We descended to the floor below,
where Pasdeloup’s candle was still
faintly burning. A glance at it show
ed mo that It had been half consumed.
An hour more and we should bo In
darkness—If, Indeed, we had not enter
ed the eternal darkness long ere that!
In the first moment, I thought the
room was empty; then I saw madame
half sitting, half lying on a couch In
one eorner, holding the younger wom
an In her arms. As we approached,
she raised a warning finger to her lips,
and I saw, with a sudden burst of ten
derness. that my love had fallen asleep,
exhausted by the fatigue of the eve
"Do not disturb her," said madame
In a low voice, but at that Instant the
sleeper opened her eyes.
For a moment she stared up at us
blankly; then her eyes met mine and
a wave ot crimson swept from brow
to chin.
“I have been asleep," said she, sit
ting hastily erect. "In spite of all my
boasting," she added, smiling up at
me.
“Yes,” said M. le Comte; "and you
should be proud of your steady nerves
and clear conscience, my dear. Not
many of us are able to sleep so peace
fully in the face of danger."
"Danger?” she replied, and looked
about her. '"Has it come, then?”
"Oh, not a pressing danger,” he as
sured her. "Still, we must devise some
means of escape before it becomes so.
We shall have to take the light, I fear."
"Do so,” said madame promptly.
"Charlotte and I will ascend to the
platform.”
"It Is not a pleasant sight that you
will see,” said M. le Comte, “nor pleas
ant words you will hear-”
"We are not children,” broke in
madame. "Come, Charlotte,”
M. le Comte lighted them up the
stair and then turned back to me.
"It is evident there is no rope here,"
he said, holding the candle above his
head and looking about the apartment
"The old furnishings hang together
better than one would think,” he added.
It was not until then—so occupied
had my mind been with other matters
—that I perceived with what sumptu
ousness the place was fitted up. The
tapestries were faded and dusty, the
coverings of the furniture motheaten
and decayed, and the room itself cob
webbed and moldy—but it was Im
pressive, nevertheless. It was a good
sized, octagonal, conforming in shape
to the tower, and in four of the sides
small, shattered windows were set.
Tapestries and furniture alike had evi
dently been of the most costly and ele
gant description.
"This was the boudoir of the fair
Gabriello,” observed M. le Comte, look
ing about him with a smile. "It has
been years since I set foot here and I
; had forgotten how It looked. You will
i see that with my ancestor it was a real
; passion; he did not spare himself. In
!faet, l should hate to confess how much'
: first and last, she cost his family. Be
low is her bed chamber."
(Continued Next Week.)
The Stony British Glare.
From tile London Evening Standard.
Lord Crewe made a very interesting
little speech yesterday at the annual
meeting of the Atlantic Union, a so
ciety which works for the Improvement
of Anglo-American cordiality, and to
the relations between Englishmen and
men of other nations generally. He
said that one grave cause of interna
' tional misunderstanding was our "no
I torious stiffness of demeanor," and he
referred to that delightful drawing by
Du Maurior in Punch, in which the
' table d'hote of a foreign hotel in the
slack season wa$ depicted as populated
only by iwo Englishmen, sitting a{ op
posite ends of the table, glaring speech
lesly at each other. All that he said
was true enough. We are undemon
strative. We are not men and brothers
| the whole world round as we should be,
and as we shall be when Robert Bums'
i millennium comes at last. If we may
be allowed to say so, we can hardly
picture Lord Crewe himself responding
| with a leap Into the air and a joyful
howl to the "How do, sonny?” of an
Ontario mine manager. He would
probably smile charmingly, bow most
courteously and extend a friendly
hand; but the colonist would take all
i that for coolness, and the Atlantia
Union would have to explain.
Not for Him.
From the Kansas City Journal.
"Ever use the automobile for a get
away?" Inquired the first burglar,
i "Nix," answered the second burglar.
' "We fellers run risks enough without
taking chances on being pinched for
speeding."
A Contingency.
From Llpplncott’s
"The early bird will get the worm,"
Of that there is no question;
But If that worm should chance to
turn
He'd get the Indigestion.
VANISHED BARON
IS DYING SLOWLY
IN A SANITARIUM
Daughter of Charles Coudert,
Famous Lawyer, but Re
fuses to Ask Aid of
Him.
New York—Special: The mystery
surrounding the whereabouts of Baron
B. Frederic Brennig, husband of Aimee
Marguerite Coudert, was dispelled
when It was learned that he, afflicted
with a mortal illness, was In a sani
tarium near Ridgewood, N. J. His wife,
daughter of Charles Coudert. of the
International firm of Coudert Brothers,
is earning a living for herself and
money to pay for his treatment by
selling clgarets to fashionable clubs In
this city and at summer resorts.
Baron Brennig, a member of an old
Austrian family, was formerly United
States vice consul at Batavia, Java. In
1894 he married Mrs. Aimee Coudert
Semple, widow of McKenzie Semple, a
former New York assistant district at
torney. Three years ago Baron Bren
nig's health became so bad he was re
moved to a sanitarium at Flushing, L.
I. He left this place two months after
warti and since then has been at sev
eral "rest cures.”
The baroness refused to ask her
wealthy father for financial aid,
though she had seven children. She
planned to support them well by her
own efforts. She established a clgaret
factory and built up an extensive trade.
One Child With a Friend.
The baroness and six of her chil
dren now occupy a cottage at Belmar,
N. J. Beatrice Brennig, her 13-year
old daughter. Is with Mrs. Adolph Ba
il enburg, at Newport. R. I. Her broth
ers and sisters Insist she was not
adopted by Mrs. Uadenburg, but Is
there on a long visit. Mrs. Brennig
spends three days of the week at the
Belmar cottage and the rest of her
time at her factory or at a cottage
near the place where her husband Is
being treated.
While Baron Brennig’s mental and
physical condition Is alarming, he
writes almost every day to his chil
dren, particularly his son, Charles who
will lnhertlt the title.
That the baron Is not being detained
in the Institution against his own will
was asserted by a close friend of the
family. The friend said the baron
realized the seriousness of his Illness
and knew that remaining under treat
ment meant he might live many years
longer.
The disappearance of the baron from
society caused much gossip, and the
efforts of those close to him to keep
bis whereabout secret led to many con
jectures. His wife refused to say where
he was staying.
1-oyai wire uoes All She Can.
“We can do no more for the baron
than give him the best place to stay
and such treatment as may bring about
ills recovery," said the before men
tioned close friend. "Mrs. Brennlg has
done and Is doing all that a loyal wire
can do for her husband. His Illness
was a bad blow to the family."
"My father Is sick, but he has not
forgotten us," said Charles Brennlg In
Belmar. “Father sent me a postcard
yesterday, and I think he will be home
soon.”
Then the 12-year-old boy called
upon his 10-year-old sister, Marie
Aimee, to tell about a letter she had
received from their father a few days
ago.
Mrs. Aimee M. Coudert Semple was
married to Baron Brennlg In St. Pat
rick's cathedral by Archbishop Cor
rigan. After a tour of Hurope they
went to Java, where Brennig resumed
his duties as vice consul. Beatrice,
who was born in Java, will be educated
under the guidance of Mrs. Ladonburg.
Her brothers and sisters are Charles.
12 years old; Marie, 10; Fritz, 8; An
toinette. 6; Jerome, 4, and Betty, 3.
The title of baron was discarded by
Brennlg when he came to this country.
In Java he was a highly popular mem
ber of the diplomatic service. His Ill
ness resulted from overwork.
Just Like Her.
From the New York World.
"You know It was Charlie Ross who
Invented the form of silly season fool
ish fun they now call Daffodlllis,'"
said George Rector, at the Cafe Madrid,
when the actor In question had hur
ried out from luncheon to return to the
rehearsals of "The Simple Life." "You
know the kind, 'Have You Seen Rose?'
'What Rose?’ 'Rosewood.' But Char
lie used to call them ‘Chuckles.’ He and
Lew Dockstader and Jean Haver and
Vincent Bryan, the song writers, still
match to see who can originate the
most Inane of these.
"But Charlie Ross can make real wit
ticisms, as those about him know. I
remember a little, coterie of friends of
Charlie and his wife gave a Dutch din
ner dance In a Dutch brewery hall In
the Dutch town of Guttenberg, N. J.
'.'harlie got there In good time, but
Mrs. Ross (Mabel Fenton) had to
come up from the farm to New York
to get to the affair and was delayed.
Although there was a special trolley to
bring guests back from the dance and
supper to Weehawken ferry, the last
trolley car for Guttenberg had left
when Mrs. Ross got on the other side.
Resolved not to be turned back In
that manner. Mrs. Ross dickered with
the driver of an empty coal wagon,
returning to the coal pockets in Union
Hill after a late delivery, to drive her
to the dance. It being the only vehicle
In sight. She dashed up to the brew
ery dance at about 1 a. in. in good time
for the best part of the affair. A lady
trouble-maker took Mr. Ross aside,
after the entrance of Mrs. Ross, and
said, "Oh, Mr Ross, don't you think
it was dreadful, her driving all that
distance In a coal wagon?"
“Yes," replied Ross "It was Just like
Mabel, always picking out the costliest
equipage!”
Breaking the News.
From Human Life.
Marlon, who had been taught to re
port her misdeeds promptly, came to
her mother one day. sobbing penitent
ly
"Mother—I—broke a brick In the
fireplace.”
"Well, that Is not very hard to rem
edy. But how on earth did you do It.
child?”
"1 pounded It with father's watch."
Proof.
"Do you believe. Doctor, that man Is
made of dust?” asked the student.
“I don’t know about man,” returned
the professor, "but I am sure girls are
—they make such a dickens of a lot of
trouble when they get In a fellow's
eye."—Harper's Weekly.
Well Qualified.
"The one thing we demand from our
employes.” said the head of the office
force. "Is correctness In figures."
The applicant smoothed her hipless
skirt complacently.
"I have never had any complaints on
that score." she replied with a glance
of assurance.
lr~-~—i
My Funniest
Experience
A--- ---i
A LUMBER JACK’S IMPRESSION.
By the Late Governor of Minnesota,
John A. Johnson.
From the New York World.
D TIRING my campaign for governor I
accompanied Mr. Winston through
the northern part of Minnesota,
where we combined our forces to shew
the citizens Just why they should vote our
ticket. It was the latter part of our
campaign and our voices and physical en
durance had been taxed to the utmost, but
we pushed on and concentrated our
greatest efforts upon the camps of the
“Lumber Johnnys." We went from camp
to camp, first Winston and then I making
the speech. The most ardnous duty of all
was the tax of shaking hands, and we
found one lumber jack who could not be
outdone In this art, If It can be called
an art. After the first greeting he some
how managed to meet us on every block
and, extending hls hand as to an old ac
quaintance, he would say: "Why, hello,
Johnson; how d’ye do?"
We laughed about It at first, but later
It ceased to be amusing and got on my
nerves. At the most unexpected moments
he would bob up serenely. He followed us
from camp to camp and often anticipated
our Itinerary, and would be the first to
greet us upon our arrival. Just when we
began to congratulate ourselves that we
had lost him he would soon assure us of
our mistake.
At last, late In the night, we boarded
our train to leave this region and had set
tled down In the Pullman quite exhausted,
but not unmindful that I would have re
spite from my erstwhile admirer, I sa'.d to
my partner: "Well, we have lost him; at
any rate there Is something to be thank
ful for.”
But I was wrong again. Five minutes
later the coaoh door opened and, stag
gering up the aisle wtth a broad grin, he
came with hands extended, arms out
| stretched and exclaimed vociferously:
“Well, well, well, here you are, and I'm
j mighty glad to see you. Say. I don’t mind
telling you what I think of your speech.
You know me. I’m afraid to say what I
think."
I Ho sat down upon the arm of the seat,
put hls hand familiarly upon my friend's
shoulder and addressed hlmseif to me.
“Say, Johnson, I think your speech was
all right. That’s the kind to get votes
with, but I don’t think much of your
friend’s oratory. He ain’t much of a talk
er. I guess I've sized you up all right.
Your friend runs to brains and you run
to talk. Nature kind o’ fixes things up
that way sometimes.”
LOOKING FOR THE LOBBYIST.
By Regis H. Post, Ex-Governor of
Porto Rico,
STORY telling la an art In Itself and
It has never been an easy thing for
, me to tell a humorous story unless
Inspired by the good fellowship whiah
obtains at clubs and other public places
where wit Is ever supposed to be on tap.
I well remember my first experience In
the legislature at Albany In the year ISM.
I had heard from Infancy. It had seemed
to me, all about the wily lobbyist, and so,
of course, I vras on the lookout for him!
Day after day passed and no one appeared
to convince me that the lobbyists were
alive, and I had expected them to come
In droves to dog my step3 and mako my
life particularly strenuous to avoid them.
However, as the days lengthened Into
weeks, I began to have on uncanny sen
sation about the matter and came to tho
conclusion that the term lobbyist was a
fictitious one or that for some good rea
son they were shunning me. At last, one
day after two months of anticipation,
while waiting for the session to begin, a
man came toward me In a half hesitating
manner that at once aroused my sus
picion. "Ah," I thought, "here he comes
at last." >
He came on his tiptoes and said brteny,
"Are you Mr. Post?"
I assured him I was and asked him
what I could do for him.
“I would like to talk to you for about
five minutes," he said.
"Go ahead,” I urged to hla discomfiture.
“Oh, not here, not here,” he stammered.
"What I have to say to you had better be
told in an ante-room.”
My curiosity was aroused and I followed
him Into an adjoining chamber, all the
time wondering how much he would offer
me, whether $600 or $1,500 and I had
ruminated upon my withering speech and
how I would crush him with my answer.
Suddenly he paused and began his part
of tho program. In flVe minutes I was
speechless with surprise. Instead of a
lobbyist, I was the victim of a book agent
who was offering for sale the complete
set of an encyclopedia. I will add that I
bought that set and presented It to a pub
lic school as a penance for my suspicions.
THE HIDDEN TREASURE OF
JARR’S GULCH.
By Alva Adams, Ex-Governor of Colo
rado.
WHEN I was about 20 years old I
migrated with all the members of
our family to Colorado, and we
camped In the mountains about 10 miles
from Denver at a place called Jarr’s
Gulch. This camp was named In honoi of
Mr. Jarr, an eccentric Frenchman, who
was Its only inhabitant. This man had
lived there many years and had won dis
tinction from the miners for his exclusive
ness. He had kept his own confidence,
selected an Isolated spot for his home, and
so he was dubbed “a man with a history,"
which meant In that neighborhood that
he had killed a man or that he was rich.
At this time I was hauling ties to the
Denver & Rio Grande road, which was
then In course of construction, and had
been working there for six months when
Mr. Jarr surprised me one day by saying
that he wanted to tell me a secret. I fol
lowed him into his cabin, he closed the
door cautiously, listened and then said
again tentatively: “Can you keep a se
cret?" I was excited with curiosity. I
expected to be told where he had secreted
the wealth of the Incas, and I wanted to
shout for joy when he added. "Follow
ine."
He led me to a spring house not far
from the cabin, and the marrow seemed
to freeze In my bones when Mr. Jan
bolted the door after us and made me get
down on my knees and solemnly swear
that I would never reveal to any human
being the secret that be was about to
share with me. The light from the flick
ering candle fell on his face, and he
walked to the middle of the earthen floor,
where he made a dramatic pause, stopped
and lifted a flat stone which I had noticed
before. Then, pointing to a lot of jugs, he
said: "There It Is; help yourself; It Is as
much yours as mine, and If at any time
you feel like taking a good swig of whis
ky. come and drink your fill."
The Frenchman died many years ago,
but the recollection of his remarkable
confidence Impelled me to visit this spot
after an absence of 26 years.
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The worst o’ these here shepherds
Is, my boy, that they reg’larly turns
the heads of all the young ladies
about here. Lord bless their little
hearts, they think it’s all right, and
don't know no better; but they’re the
wictims o’ gammon, Samivel, they’re
the wictims o’ gammon. Nothin' else,
and wot aggragates me, Samivel, Is »•1
to see 'em awastin’ all their time and
labor in making clothes for copper-col
ored people as don't want ’em and tak
ing no notice of flesh-colored Chris
tians as do. If I’d my way, Samivel,
I’d just stick some o’ these here lazy
shepherds behind a heavy wheel-bar
row, and run ’em up and down a
14-inch plank all day. That ’ud shake
the nonsense out of ’em. If anythin'
vould.—Mr. Weller, Quoted by Charles
Dickens.
Selfish Youth.
“Youth is apt to be selfish,” said
Mrs. Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman, the
distinguished novelist, at a Matuchen
picnic.
“Woman in her youth," she went on,
“is especially apt to be selfish. I'll
never forget the story of the young
man from Boston who stood in the
center of Boston common in a down
pour of torrential rain.
“As he stood there, soaked to the
skin, a little boy in a mackintosh ac
costed him.
“ ‘Excuse mo, sir,’ said the boy, but
are you the gentleman who is waiting
for Mias Endicott?’
“ ‘Yes,’ the young man answered.
“‘Well,’ said the boy, ‘she asked me
to tell you she’d be here just as soon
as it clears up.' ”
He Had No Eye for Color.
There came to the home 01 a Negro
In Tennessee an addition to the fam
ily in the shape of triplets. The proud
father hailed the first man who came
along the road and asked him In to
see them. The man, who was an Irish
man, seemed greatly interested in the
infants as he looked them over, lying
in a row before him.
“What does yo’ think?" asked the
parent.
“Waul”—pointing to the one in tha
middle—“I think I'd save that one.”—•
Everybody’s Magazine.
Real Modesty.
"An actor should be modest, and
most actors are," said James K Haek
ott at a luncheon in Pittsburg "But
I know a young actor who, at the be
ginning of his career, carried modesty
almost too far.
“This young man inserted in ail the
dramatic papers a want advertise- -*1
rnent that said:
“ ‘Engagement, wanted—small part,
such as dead body or outside sbouta
preferred ’ "
Rockefeller’s Hard Shot.
John D. Rockefeller tried a game of
golf on the links near Augusta On &
rather difficult shot. Mr. Rockefeller
struck too low with his iron, and as
the dust flew tip he asked his caddy!
“What have I hit?"
The boy laughed and answered:
"Jaw jah, boss.”
Hard to Convince.
Little Tommy (eldest of the family,
at dinner)—Mamma, why don’t you
help me before Ethel?
Mamma—Ladies must always come
first.
Tommy (triumphantly)—Then why
was I born before Ethel?—Tit-Bits.
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