The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-06-13
GUILLOTINED.

Luke Sharp, Tn Detroit Free Press.
 There is boulevard in Paris on which stands cafe set back somewhat from the regular line of houses. ln front of this cafe is smooth pavement that is a step higher than the sidewalk. Overhead is a white canvas awning and number of spidery, round-topPed, spindle legged metal tables stand m the space in front of the cafe. liked this place, not only because the coffee was exceedingly good, but because the tables were not set on the sidewalk as is generally the case, and because the slight elevation gave one a sort of vantage ground from which, apart from the crowd passing and repassing, one could sit and watch the traffic. The broad avenue in front was paved with some kind of smooth cement and the wheels of the omnibuses and yellow cabs passed easily over it in comparative silence. The metal chairs were not the most comfortable in the world, for an American likes chair that he can tilt back while he elevates his feet on some thing, and these were not chairs to stand that sort of s-atlantic indignity. Two chairs accompanied each little round table. had table to myself there one summer evening, and was contentedly smoking a Turkish cigarette, when tall, gaunt young man, with soft slouch hat, sat down on the other chair and told the white-aproned waiter, in tone of un- necessary peremptoriness to bring him some coffee and brandy. As he placed his hand and forearm on the table top the ends of his fingers chattered against the resonant metal as if the man were shivefing with cold. This seemed to an. noy him, for with an oath, in good round English, he withdrew his arm and clinched his hands together. When the waiter set the little cup of black coffee before him and placed beside it thing like a cruet glass filled with brandy, the man, after a moments hesitation, poured the brandy into tumbier, tossed it of at a gulp and sent the waiter for more. Thinks to myself, Young man, you're perhaps nearer to delirium tremens than you have any idea of" As if he read my my thoughts he turned sharply ,e me and said in a quarrelsome voice: "Do you see anything peculiar about me p
 "Well,' said, you appear to be just a uifie nervous"
 "A trifle ?" he cried "my nerves are gone. I've lost my grip on life, and Pm clutching around trying to catch hold again"
 Do you think drinking brandy like water will make you catch on any quicker2"
 "I don't know about that. It can't make me any worse, that's certain"
 "What's the matter ?" asked.
 He took off his slouch hat and drew the back of his hand nervously across his brow. His hair had the most singular appearance. It had been recently cut and was about an inch long. It stood up as if the man tere frightened. But the peculiar part of it was that while the outer half inch was white the inner was black. It looked as if he had been using white dye and had discontinued it. It also gave q comical idea of the man being tall paint brush worn down and the stubby brush dipped in white paint.
 "Kind of remarkable, isn't it?' he asked, seeing noticed his head. "You wouldn't have believed it it you hadn't seen it in black and white, would you ?"
 .Oh, you're all right" I said. SAny man who can make SO bad joke as that will get over any little nervousness he may have"
 Hope SO" he answered, replacing his hat "Now l'l tell you how this hap pened. I'm glad to find countryman l can talk to over this matter. 1 left New York year ago. Artists business. Funds ran short. Thought would earn something with my pen to help out my brush. Wrote some letters for New York papers. Never heard of them. Waste basket, presume. So wrote direct to a friend on tn. daily Seav<ngey and asked if he wanted an account of the trial of De Sabre, who killed that whole family"
 The fellow who was guillotined the ether day ?"
 The man shivered as said this and helped himself to the brandy again.