The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-02-03

stood near him engaged in examination
of the time table and apparently not pay
ing the slightest attention to him or biz
brown-paper parcel.
my dear fellow, this is, indeed, .
most agreeable surpriser' exclaimed .
familiar voice, as Tom turned away from
the ticket-office. 50 Is it possible that
you, too, return by the next train?"
The speaker was no other than the
agreeable Mr.. Jones, who as he spoke
grasped Toms hand and shook it with
great warmth.
"Are you going back SO soon?" asked
Tom, delighted at the unexpected ap-
pearance Of his companion of the morn
ing. q thought
:" Yes, 1 KNOW" interrupted Mr..
Jones. II expected to remain in the
city a week, but l received telegram
recalling me to Boston. My grandfather
has been taken very i'll and is not ex-
pected to live. l couldn't ignore such a
call, Of course, and here am. Wait q
moment until get my ticket. One to
Boston, if you please, Sir. Thank you.
Now we're all right, Think. Come on,
my boy" and Selling Toms arm, the
genial Mr.. Jones hurried him along the
platform and on board the train.
"rm in luck" resumed Mr.. Jones,
upon whose spirits the melancholy con-
dition of his grandfather seemed to have
no depressing effect. 81 didn't antici-
pate the pleasure of your company on
my homeward journey. Here's good
place; suppose we sit here. That's it.
Now we re as comfortable as you please. :"
As Mr.. Jones paused, the man in the
pepper-and-salt suit entered and appro-
priated the seat directly behind the one
occupied by Tom, who thought, "An
right, old fellow, Pm ready for you,"
but said nothing.
MIR. Jones was as entertaining as ever.
His flow of spirits and his fund of anec-
dote seemed absolutely exhaustible.
by the way" suggested Tom, as the
train moved out of the depot, suppose
you finish that story you had just be-
gun when we arrived in New York this
noon"
"Story! story!' said Mr.. Jones, refiec-
lively. "Ah, yes, it was about my adj
venture in Cadiz with Don Carlos"
mo, no." interrupted Tom; "about
an adventure of yours in Paris. You
were returning to your hotel one dark
night when your attention was attracted
by a cry of Help" YOU
80 yes, remember! Well, rushed
in the direction from which the sound
appeared to proceed. As turned down
narrow street the cry was repeated with
startling distinctness. 1 rushed forward
and found a thick-set man in a dark
cloak was engaged in desperate strug-
gle with two rough-looking men, who
were endeavoring tC throw him to the
ground. He was fighting well, and Civ
ing his assailants all they could do to
everpower him. Just then one of the
rascals drew knife. l gave a loud
shout as ran forward. The rascals
seeing that help was approaching, took
to their heels, and though I pursued
them short distance, they succeeded in
effecting their escape. l returned to the
scene of the late conflict. The stout man
advanced towards me.
"'May request your card ,monsieur?'
he said, grasping my hand.
"I 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 will hear from me again.
$50 saying he wrapped his cloak
around him and disappeared in the dark
ness.''
"And did you ever see him again?"
inquired Tom, who had listened to his
companions story with great interest.
1.-The next morning, sir,'' said Mr..
Jones, impressively, ''as sat at break
fast a waiter approached me.
"'You are wanted, monsieur, at the
Tuileries,' he said.
"At the Tuileries,' 1 gasped. Inn
possible. BY whom?'
".By the Emperor, monsieur
80 there must be some mistake!'
There is no mistake, monsieur. A
carriage is in waiting at the door to con-
vey you to the palace
"Well, sir, l went out and entered the
carriage, hardly knowing whether I was
awake or dreaming. exhausted my
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imagine the reason of my summons to
the Tuileries. A servant met me at the
door,
This way, monsieur he said, bow
ing obsequiously; 4 have orders to con-
duct you to the Emperor's private apart
ment.'
II followed the servant through q |
long, wide hallway, which thought |
would never end. Presently we paused |
before . door, upon which my companion |
knocked. 1t was instantly opened by
q man whom l at once recognized as the !
very individual whom I had rescued from |
the assassin's knife the night before.
HE sprang forward, saying, .Ah,
monsieur, you little thought that you had
saved the life of an Emperor
HE was really the Emperor" cried
Tom.
mo other than the Emperor, Napo-
leon the Third. 1t seems that he had
been walking the streets of Paris in dis
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