Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-03-21

might have been observed lettering
about the Tuileries a spare, stability
dressed man, past the prime Of Life, rest
| less and watchful In his movements, but
wearing. in spite of his humble garb, an
air of faded responsibility and character.
| He was a decayed Spanish noble, Don
Monsen Chavarri by name, and one
thing noticeable about him was his per-
sistency in endeavoring to obtain an au-
| dience of the Emperor. Fooled in every
attempt, either through accident or the
suspicious of the attendants, he invaria-
bly, received his rebuffs in silence, and
withdrew-merely to renew his impor-
tunities. Repulsed to-day, tomorrow
found him at his post. He haunted the
palace like specter. Even the gamins
soon grew familiar with the story of his
hopeless quest, and he began in time to
be treated with that sort of pitiful con-
sideration which is usually accorded to
those of unsound mind. At length, how
ever, there came day when, in the Rue
de Rivoi, as the Emperor was returning
from review, a pistol-shot rang out
from the corner of the court, and the
bullet, whistling through the line of
outsiders, buried itself in panel of the
imperial carriage. The police at once
charged the crowd, and among the num-
Der arrested was our friend, the Span
lard. At the trial, there being no ev-
idence against him, he was acquitted,
but warned to instantly leave Paris.
Acting upon the warning, he disap-
| peared. and all traces of him were lost.
1t was some two years after this oc-
currence that there began to circulate
among QaGidnuncS of the capital reports
of marvellous clock to be seen in that
city, which illustrated, by means of au-
tomato figures, an episode in the life
OF the Emperor. It was designed for
presentation to that parsonage. 1t was
said to be the work of a famous artisan,
who had lately arrived, incognito, from
foreign parts, accompanied by young
lady, his daughter, who, in supposed
fit of eccentricity, had taken lodgings
in a humble and obscure quarter of the
Faubourg st. Antoine. The reports of
the wonderful, almost supernatural per-
formances of this piece of mechanism,
and the mystery surrounding its owner
and inventor, gave rise for a short time,
and in certain circles, to no small
amount of gossip. This gradually died
away, and the artisan and his clock were
alike forgotten, when an event occurred
which restored them to more than their
former prominence, and entitled them
to place in history.
Fouche, one morning in his office, re-
ceived letter from his secret agent in
Spain, which contained information of a
most startling and important character.
| Tf1, h., .laL1 e
usual excitement, and its result was an
Immediate descent of the police upon
the mysterious shop in the Faubourg st.
Antoine, with orders to arrest the artisan
and his daughter, secure the premises,
and carefully guard all the stock, tools,
implements and other contents from
being touched or displaced till further
opportunity offered for thorough in
vestigation. The party detailed for the
duty having departed, Fouche reseated
himself and waited, with ill-concealed
anxiety, the arrival of the prisoners.
After considerable lapse of time, the
officer charged with the arrest appeared
empty-handed. His report was soon
made. The lady in the case, the daugh-
ter, had that morning, at an early hour,
left her house in the Faubourg, ac-
companied by a young lad, who
bore a heavy black portmanteau.
The two had been traced to the
gates of Montmartre, beyond which
point no clew to their movements could
be obtained. The old workman himself
had left the shop an hour before the visit
of the police, locking doors and barring
windows behind him. He bore in his
arms what was apparently, according to
the apple woman opposite, a great
square box covered with oilskin. It
seemed heavy. He sat down a while on
his doorstep, when caleche came by,
INTO which he put himself and box, with
the assistance OF the driver, and was
driven off at rapid pace. The caleche
vas brown, the driver was in green live
~. A gendarme was following him, and
another was guarding the shop in the
Faubourg, where, however, nothing re-
NAMED but piece of furniture and a
ereat many scraps OF brass and iron.
t"uche reflected a moment, when his
face suddenly whitened. Without a
word, he dashed down the stairway
to the street, and sprang into q passing
facre.
"To the Tuileries!" he shouted.
"Double wages for double speed !"
Arrived at the palace, he hastily
alighted, and demanded to be 1T once
shown into the presence Of the Emperor.
Napoleon was in the room In wll.oh he
received private visitors, and ti't iler the
ushers Immediately couduot-. ouche,
who, encountering some dci,,y III the
ante-room, impatiently pu,ie,l open the
folding doors, and entered uiaIlnounced
The Emperor greeted the intrusion at
iirst with a frown of displeasure, but,
instantly recognizing his visitor, re-
sumed his customary expression, and
nodded affably. Fouche took in the
situation at single glance. Beside
Napoleon there were five persons in tine
room. Four of these were officials OF
the palace-chamberlains and armed
Wallets, who frequently attended when be
gave audience, to prevent attempts at
private assassination. The fifth was a
man habited in a common workman's
blouse, standing apart from the others,
y a respectful attitude, and holding in
rs hand workman's cap. It needed
mt glance to assure Fouche that this
oersOn was none other than the old
familiar goblin of the Tuileries-Dor