The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1882-06-03


all they could do to overpower him. Just
then one of the rascals drew knife
gave loud shout as | ran forward The
rascals, seeing that help was approaching,
took to their heels, and though | pursued
them short distance, they succeeded in
effecting their escape. [ returned to the
scene of the late conflict. The stout man
advanced towards me-
! May | request your card, monsieur p
he said, grasping my hand.
II hope you are not hurt, | said, in the
best French | could muster.
Not at all, he replied Monsieur, he
added, with evident emotion, You have
saved my life Be assured ! shall not be
forgetful of the gratitude / owe you. You
win hear from me again
so saying he wrapped his cloak around
him and disappeared in the darkness
And did you ever see him again p in
quired Tom, who had listened to his COM
panions story with great interest
The next morning, sir, said Mr.. Jones,
impressively, 'as sat at breakfast, a waiter
approached me
'YOu are wanted, monsieur, at the Tuil-
cries, he said.
.~At the Tuileries," grasped. "Impos-
sible By whom ?"
by the Emperor, monsieur
20 there must be some mistake
There Is no mistake, monsieur 4 car
riage Is in waiting at the door to convey
you to the palace.
"Well, sir, | went cut and entered the
carriage, hardly knowing whether was
awake or dreaming. | exhausted my in
genuiiy during the ride in trying to imagine
the reason of my summons to the Tuileries.
4 servant met me at the door.
This way, monsieur he said. bowling
obsequiously; Il have orders to conduct
YOU TO the cmperur's private apartment
Il followed the servant through long.
wide hallway, which thought would never
end. Presently We paused before door.
upon which my companion knocked. 1t
was instantly opened by man whom at
once recognized a. the very individual
whom | had rescued from the aSsassin's
knife the night before
''He sprang forward, saying, All, men
sieur, You hstle thought that yoss had saved
the life Of an Emperor z
@Ie was really the Emperor2 cried
Tom.
No other than the Emperor, Napoleon
the Third. II seems that he had been
walking the streets Of Paris in Disguise
ike old Haroun Alraschid in the Arabian
Nights, yon know-when he was attacked
by the men from whom il was my good
fortune to rescue him.
II spent the remainder Of the morning
with him, and when | left he presented me
with a magnificent gold snuff box set with
diamonds Il has never been of any par
tienlar use to me. for | don't take snuff
6lthy habit: but | assure yoa, nothing
would tempt me to part with It Ft'sinmy
yalise now. Would you Ike 10 see iig'
Il should, very much. replied Tom,
eagerly,
..Jass reach me my valise, then, and I'll
show i you.
To reach the valise, which Was in she
rack directly over his head. Tom was
obliged 90 nse bath hands, and therefore 10
rsIinqaish possession fer = moment Of the
precious brown paper parcel which he had
until then held IL his lap. He laid Il upon
the seat and arose Ia his feet.
After gaining possession of the vallsc,
he handed il TO Mr. Jones, who drew
bunch of keys from his pocket. in the
meantime Tom had picked ap what seemed
70 be his package Of money.
sits an elegant box. said Jones, '-Snd
you viii say 50 when yon see il. Pshaw
too bad too bad :"
whats the matter y inquired Toni,
considerably startled by this Ssdden exela-
nation. aYoa haven't loss IL, hope
.s0h no, dear me, no Not quite 40 bad
a. that, but I've bot the key 20 NV valise
Very provoking
a1ry one Of mine.
'It would be Of no use It's patent
loek, yoa see Luckily. have duplicate
key at home. Sorry can't show you the
box; but never mind. II win keep aud you u
have an opportunity 10 see il, hope.
Tom was annoyed by the unfortunate
hos Of the yaliss-key, but he forgot his
disappointment in listening 10 a recital of
a most extraordinary adventure of Mr..
Jones in Africss, which was scarcely fiHish-
ed when the train arrived at Dash.
"Well, good by, my boy, May the day
Of our next meeting Be no, far away. These
were Mr.. Jones parting words
As Tom left the ear he glanced AT the
man in the pepper and-salt suit, but he was
asleep, or pretended to be
'sIf he really was after the money, he 5
had his trouble for nothing, thought Tom.
Ten minutes later he entered the Office
where his father, Dick Fanshaw, the fore
man aud myself were seated.
well. father, he said, with a compla
cent smile, here am again.
The MONEYS il all right
Here il is, sir
aYou had no trouble, eh :
.sOf course not.
Il am very glad Of it, said Mr. Slo-
man, as he opened it. But what's this 2
THE moneys all right, | hope, sir.
Money! There's no money here
mo money there = cried Tom and Dick
Fanshaw, while dropped my pen, aghast.
Nothing but lot of slips of old paper,
said Mr.. Sloman.
Tom dropped into a chair, pale as a
ghost. Dick uttered a low, prolonged
whistle, and continued to stare, bereft of
speech.
aWhat does this mean r asked Mr.
Slomau, fixing his eyes sternly upon his
sons face.
Tom sprang so his feet, and his face
lighted up
aI'n tx it y he cried. ''Leave it to me,
and rushed from the Office
His father called him back, but Tom
did not hear him.
Dick stepped to the door and looked
down the street
"He's running toward the railroad de-
pot, he said aP'r'aps the bundle got
changed somewhere down there Maybe
he'n bring the money back with him all
right
In fifteen or twenty minutes Tom re
turned and sank in a chair, gasping for
breath
''Well, asked his father, what have
you done Where is the money r
"0n board-the train, he gasped. "But
Tve-telegraphed his description-to c.,
ov.1 ,rbar L., +-.sx, ,..fs Il -