The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1869-07-30

aud placed particular value on those which
had just been under ban. 1t was by the
merest good luck that [ had been able to
buy them, and had set my heart on get
ting them safely over the channel.
So the impertinence of man in blue
cap was not to be allowed to interfere with
an enterprise like this.
"Ah?' said Ambrose, the carcon,
smiling. 81 am glad to see it again
this good brass valisel And he carried
it up into the room [ had had since nv
arrival the night before
Dly friend and myself walked, and smok-
ed, aud talked until [ was cooled down to
my usual temperature. and then we dined
We had an excellent dinner in cool, little
room overlooking the street The lamps
had just been lighted below, and | was
biting the end off cigar when, claiming
down on the opposite side Of the street
who should | see picking his way over
some rough stones but the fellow with the
blue cap, and in bis hand my vaIise.
Look there = | shouted, springing to
my feet, and Jean Cal5oulet's head was
out of window in an instant. The man
had just passed under a lamp, and we
both saw the va}ise plainly as could be.
lis yours cried Jean, and we rush
ed down stairs. Further than that Jean,
who was so fat, could not keep up with
me, and without my hat, and alone, | pur>
sued the dIsturber of my peace, ana my
vaiiSe. lie was turning corner aittleabove
the hotel and when | reached it, he was
gonel | stood gazing wildly about me,
and directly Jean Cabo let came up and
brought me my hat. He shared in my
amazement, and, together, we questioned
some boys
with blue cap and brass valise said
they
No cried, "a leather valise, bound
with brass"
"Oh, my friend" said Jean Caboulet,
putting his hand on my arm, ''let them
call it a brass valse if they will, so that
they tell US what has become Of it..
They had seen such a man carrying such
a vaise turn into that big house where the
porter smokes by the door. We went
there.
1T is Pierre Blatte that you wish, said
the porter. He has Just gone in, but you
should not come here for him, and at his
hour-but he is there See him and hear
him speak for himself. The troiSae8ae, first
door to the left"
We hurried up the stairs, and, without
knocking, pushed open the door to hich
we bad been directed, and, in the middle
OF the floor Of large room, plainly fur
niShed, we saw, in the act Of taking off
his coat, the man who had given me all
this trouble lie looked utterly astounded
at the first sight of US, but he put on his
peheitental countenance Immediately, and
only grmmaced a little, when took him
by his collar, and shook him IN my rage
our property, Monsieur !" he said in
answer to our objurgations. Nv hat prop
er!y does Monsieur mean? | am not a
thief"
Euraged beyond measure, I siezed him
BY the collar, and shouted at him: My
valise, you scoundrel Give it up this in.
stant, or into the hands of the police you
got
At this my friend, jean Caboule., made
with his eyes, shoulders, aud mouth ges-
ture Of surprise, but cried, Yes the DO
lice | know what you mean, Calbouet,
but [ don't care now. | shall have salts,
faction out of this fellow if never see the
contents of the valise again.
"Valise - said the man. Il gave Mon
sieur his val>e in the street.
~ on need Mt pretend ignorance, sad L,
1--WE both saw you walking of with my
brass bound valise. Caboulct will you call
to the porter to fetch policeman?
"Ah !" said the man, Monsieur charg-
es me with stealing his valise. Let 1t be
So | wish Tor the arrest. L am content.
He stood very quiet while Jean tab0ul>
ct was gone (tor it appeared he bad TO go
after policeman himself but directly he
said to me, still with the same humble air
las am to be arrested, perhaps Monsieur
will allow me to take leave of my wife
You vii not leave this room alone, L
said. Let her come ID, OF l viii 60 To-
her .
But no." he replied, my good wife is
not Of good health. She is in bed Mon
seur would not wish that he should So IN
to her room.
just then my friend and policeman ar
rived, aud | gave the man Pierre Blatte
in charge | wish to have the room search
ed for my property, but the officer SAID he
had no right to do that without war
rant.
On nv testimoney, ana that of my
friend, the magistrate would doubtless oil
rect the premises to be searched. In the
meantime, his companiou, pointing to a
second policeman, standing at the door,
would see that nothing was removed
90 IIcrre Dlatle put oil HIS ooaO duu
shoes, and, while he was doing, he called
out to his wife In the adjoining room :
"Adieu, my good wife. | go to the office
of the police Monsieurs tears me from
you, bat | will return. ! am not thief. ="
Then came female voice from the other
room Heaven bless thee. my friend
[ know thou art innocent. Adieu."
"Adieu, good heart !! said Pierre
Blatte, and we all went off to the police
station, leaving the officer who had stood
at the door, on guard at the culprlt's es-
Enlistment.
Making my charge against Blatte to
those representatives of The system OF jus
tice, whom | found at the police office, l
was very politely treated, and was, in tie
first place, requested to describe my valise,
| did so. Then | was asked regarding its
contents.
Monsieur need not be particu lar
Something for example which prove 1t to
be his valise, if it is found.
"Well,' said [, and could see by Ba>
bouIet' face, that he encouraged me In
the resolution | had taken to say no more
tbap I coull holm ahnut the contents " |