The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-07-17

plories of the Empire, and Radicals

glOrles OF the Empire, and RadlcaIs
predict the future greatness of the
Republic. Monarchists weigh the
chances of the old Bourbon stock
coming in for their legitimate rights,
and Communists curse the whole
batch and swear we never shall see
good times again till the rich are
pulled down to the level of the
poor, society reorganized and prop.
erty equitably divided. At times
it seems as if everybody was going
in for a free fight, but nobody
fights. A quiet military looking
gentleman walks leisurely along the
street, apparently looking for no
body in particular, but everybody
in general, and his presence acts
like oil upon the troubled waters
he speaks to nobody; he carries no
policeman's rattle or club, but he
represents a power before which
even kings have trembled, the or
ganized force which in his person
represents the majesty Of the law.
Fouche was gathered to his IA
theirs many years ago, but the ter
rible system Ct F'espionage" OF
which he was the father survives
him all over France. There ap-
pears to be no such thing any
where as personal or business con-
fdence or trust; every department,
public or private, is surrounded by
guards and checks as though all
the people were thieves.
If you go to the theatre one man
sells you a ticket, another man
punches it, a third examines it,
fourth takes it up, and every
fellow has another fellow watch
ing him to see that he does his
duty. The passengers, in every
omnibus, are watched with Argus
eyes, and a change of position from
one seat to another is matter OF
official investigation. Cab drivers
look like soldiers in disguise, and
omnibus conductors like officers on
half pay. Every store has an army
of well-dressed fellows whose busi-
ness it is to keep an eye on the fei-
low who takes the cash. That sub
lime prayer Of ':Lead us not into
temptation" seems to be regarded
by all classes and such moral safe
guards are thrown around the
youthful shop keeper that his fnan-
cial salvation, at least, is assured.
One of the largest restaurants in
the Exposition is attended ezclu-
sively by girls, and many of them
are remarkably good looking. They
wear spotless white aprons, clean
looking sleeves and coquettish little
caps, so that they all appear like
young widows looking out for some
one to supply the place Of the dear
departed. Just after the opening,
a stout old gentleman used to
breakfast at this restaurant every
morning. His dress was rather
rough; he wore high military boots
and a large broad r1mmed soft hat
on the side of which was a little
red feather; on his finger was
massive ring in which was set a
diamond of enormous value, and a
larger solitaire diamond glistened
in his breast. Who he was nobody
knew, but every morning found him
at the same table attended by the
same girl. Last week he disap-
peared and the girl has disappeared
also. The night before he left
Paris a brilliant wedding took
place at one of our most fashionable
hotels. The bridegroom was the
gentleman of whom I have spoken,
and the bride was the pretty at
tendant at the Cafe Duval. The
Countess is now on her way to her
estates in Hungary, Viva Ia Re
publique! Viva la France!,
Truly yours,
BROADBRIM. =,