The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1864-09-24
MES LIBERALBs.
A NOVEL IN THE FRENCH STYLE.
ny AuousTus WATTS.

BY AUGUSTUS WATTS.
I.
On the first day OF May, lSG0 man walks rap
idly down the Rue RivOli.
Other men are walking rapidly in the same
street on the same day. This man cannot be dis
tingushed from the rest. He turns a corner and
is lost to view.
At this point, this corner, this mysterious start
ing place of dim future, he vanishes from our
story God bless him!
II.
In the Faubourg st. German, which is not far
from the Faubourg st. Antoine, there are several
churches. One is enough. Our story forces us
to enter it. IL is empty. Let us 60 out again.
III.
The man who vanished has reappeared. You
know such things do happen. He enters the
church. He crosses himself with holy water. lie
puts three sous in the box for the poor which
hangs against the wall He knees upon a hard
fOOtsLOol and moves uneasily in his prayers.
. . lady enters, puts down cushion, and, Snee-
snf Say ,Ptn it, remains motionless. Cushions are
a. sbetteT lhan footstoOls.
IA who is the man You and l know him lie
\ is an escaped convert, and his name is Jacques
=. Mont Jacques.
Who is the lady She is the Contesse dc Trc-
trae, and her income is a million iyres
But for the interposton Of a wise Providence
she might have been convert, and Il he the Con
tive of the author Of this book Contesse,
and became a convert.
",
Jacques Mont Jacques raises his head and looks
around. At this moment he is terrible. He ap-
pTOaches the kneellng lady, who kindly heeds
him not. He pauses. He admires the effect Of
the light from stained window upon her bend
ing head and shoulders.
He draws deep sigh, and casting look Of
devilish despair at The crucifx over the altar he
takes from the lady's retculc six silver plates,
and darts out OF the church. That man IL to be
piiied. He is on the point of becoming a good
man.
She calls after him. He has forgotten the eau
dlesticks. He accepts them from her white hand
with u low bow and promises to do better in
future. Also, that he Will wear mourning for the
lady when she dies.
Just round the corner from the church he meets
sweep. The sweeps name is Jetty Peryay.
Jacques Mont jacques pitches forty sous with the
sweep, and wins them all. The sweep has no
more sous, and cries. He will soon stop crying
and starye, that is all. Cry and starve, or else
laugh ana grow fat-suoh is life. II Is the fault
of society.
Capital punishment is Of no use whatever II
defOrms lis victims without reforming them. The
writer of this story and all his relatives are down
on the guiotine ever since it came near being
down on him. Ii the guiliotine had its dues, it
would take away nearly ali the characters in this
romance 1t would behead society. Therefore,
a bdS IL gliilotinel
good bishop whom the author once knew,
and who was nervous, also dislked the guillotine.
IL is disllked by several good men and all bad
ones. The bishop speak of used to turn away
MS head when he passed 1t. Worse men than he
have approached nearer, and lost their heads
altogether This is a terrible idea
W.
A beautiful woman, with no hair, and two front
teeth gone, is unfortunately engaged in street
hight Her name since she took 70 drinking, is
Canteen. She has child, which is christened
Euphorbia, and she calls it Pzen, for short.
Such is the wondrOus etymology OF mothers,
battling all the philoogians! knew good old
lady whose grandsOn's name was William, and
she called him Bill!
The fate OF little Pizen who was put out TO
board half way between Paris and the street fight
of which we have spoken, is related IN the last
chapters Of the second story of this series, after
the description of the battle Of Bunker Hill, and
few pages on the Art Of War as played out by
the Young Napoleon.
All the young Napoleons are humbugs. Al
aons!
Jacques Mont Jacques, having sold the silver
plates and set up store in Maiden Lane in the
Iown OF No-Sur-NO, is now called Father Maiden
lane. He is Acknowledged even by tue bon ton,
TO be a beneiactOr, and worth half a million. He
wears mourning for the Countess Of Irictrac. II
is he who Tescues Canteen knocking down B.
Jabers, Superintendent of Police. He takes her
to the hospital where he owns ten beds, and puts
her into one OF them.
all ready, but Mons. Maidenlane has au engage
ment 10 attend Court and the delth-bcd is most
pOned for several chapters. This is nothug
Strange. Everybody would postpone n deafh-bcd
II he were able. The author Of this story Is able
TX.
Mons. MaidenlGnc never went % Court before
since he was first converted. He feels nervous
He whips the livery horse until patience on the
part of the horse undergOes transformation. II
ceases 10 be virtue. What ii becomes is OF little
consequence; for It disappears altogether. The
horse kicks the buggy. The buggy is broken. IL
is Impossible for Mons. Matdenlane to proceed
He proceeds.
He reaches the Courtroom Just in time Tic
gazes on the prisoner at the bar. lie sees it 's
not himself, ana experiences untold agOnies.
The prisoner al the bar is In bad nix. Mons.
Maidenlane rises from his seat and interrupts the
proceedings. During that awful moment his halr
turns white. At this point, the crowded Court
room is peryaded with a shudder.
lie says :-"N'nOt thai man, but mother man 20
The people, the popuace, quick % twgi twlg.
The District Attorney recognizing the phrase Of
the Immortal Toodies thinks Mons. Madonlaue 10
DC mad, or something quite as disreputable.
IN distinct quiet, trm voice, never TO De for
k9stens aud In several ways remarkable, Mons
Naienlane continued -
10y name Is not Nory0l. IL is Jacques Mont
IqetuySA' 1T yuu don't believe IL, look at your
Dine-cheeked suspenders"
,,se nam, ,.le moment he was more than great He
Fair Canteen waited his coming md 1,o7 s,or
niler he arrived. Death is a most reTnsTlshle
SITUATION But qne coWez-eoQs faire5 Sucb 4,
b. Jabers, Superintendent Of Police o,,o.,
He is more than terrible, he is sublimelv terblo
he is symbolic. lie Is surrounded by in6nite
depths, lie personaEes awful dignties