Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-07-20

come, and, as to fame, the name of the
smallest manufacturer of patent medicines
in England is twenty times better known
| than mine.
| On my third visit the magistrate re-
| ceived me with much greater courtesy
than before. Hesaid:
/ have examined your statements and
find you have spoken the truth. The
| official record of the Mont-de-Piete makes
mention of your having pawned your
watch. The hotel-keeper of the Quai DIES
Grands-Augustins remembers you as a
quiet and industrious young man; and,
finally, one of my agents has succeeded in
discovering the bookseller who sold you
the Memoirs of Able de Croisy.' This
person remembered the circumstance all
the more distinctly that he had discov-
eaed, almost Immediately after he had dis
posed of the book to you, what treasure
he had let slip out of his hands. He said
he hoped you had got into trouble, as you
must be bad character to have paid two
francs for a book worth FIVE hundred. The
only circumstance now against you is that
of the possession of the pin"
And that, l am sorry to say, | cannot
explain. l can positively not remember
how | got it, nor can l imagine how and
when 1t got into my trunk"
ION the other hand" continued the
magistrate benevolently, "our inquiries in
London have produced satisfactory re-
suits, as far as your character is concerned
You are honorably connected, and appear
to have been industrious and upright. If
only you could explain that one obscure
point, L could proclaim you innocent.
Nay, do not start-you will be set free in
any case, but unfortunately only under an
order of non lieu, or nolle prosequi, which is
equivalent to a Scotch verdict of Not
proven 1t is regretable you have such a
bad memory"
The same evening, after various formali-
ties, had what the newspapers called
"the extraordinary good fortune" to be set
free. returned forthwith to London, be-
sieged all the way by the enterprising
gentlemen of the press, and went straight
to the house where my fance lived. was
received by her father, who said that under
the circumstances he could not think of
letting me marry his daughter until | had
completely yindicated my character l
turned on my heel, indignant at this in
justice, and wrote to Clara but the young
lady left my letters unanswered, and when
| called to see her, during the absence of
her father in the city, she refused to re-
ceive me.
Apart from this, my sudden notoriety
did me more good than could have hoped
for from years of industry and success |
have on my table now before me seven
teen letters from hitherto obdurate pub
lishers offering me my own price for any
MSS. l may have in my drawer, forty let
tiers from newspaper editors, inviting the
contribution of my experiences in the
French prison; as many letters and tele-
grams from lecture agents, and two re-
quests from theatrical managers, who want
me to turn my trivial adventure into
ive-act drama and three-act comedy. not
to speak of hundreds of letters of SYM
pathy or abuse from all parts of the coun-
try.
What a commercial age is the one in
which we are living, that l find myself
congratulating myself on having had my
name so splendidly advertised for nothing
| am advised to make hay while the sun
shines, and l may add that l have made
good deal of hay already.
1t was only three days ago that some So
luton of the mystery of the amber pin
presented itself to my mind
/ was in Berlin, and was walking down
the Behrenstrasse, when l passed man
whose face seemed to remember, without
being able at all to recall when and where
| had seen it for the first time Suddenly,
and | should be puzzled to say by what in
spiration, | turned round and called out
"Hi Pierre, Pierre Bastide p'
The man stopped as if struck from be-
hind, and looked round at me; the face
was very pale, and he was trembling in
every part Of his body. After a seconds
hesitation he started off running like a
mailman, as if his object were to put as
large distance as possible between US two.
He was not, however, destined to run
far, for, in dashing across the Friedrich
strasse, his haste was so blind that he
did not notice the close approach of
heavy omnibus. From where | stood l
could see his peril, and dashed forward
instinctively to help him. The same mo-
ment l heard cry, and then the man
went down under the horses feet, and the
great wheels rolled over his body and
crushed the life out of him. He pre-
sented such horrible spectacle when he
was lifted up by the crowd which had col
lected that / could not stay to satisfy my
curiosity at the cost Of my feelings.
The next morning | read in the Idqe-
btdtt that the person who had been run
over in the Friedrichstrasse was French
man who had been a resident in Berlin
for seven years, where he had acted as
uGlet de chambre in several houses, passing
under the name of Michael Doriat Inn
mediately after this accident he had
been carried to the hospital, where he
had died in the evening. Before dying
he had been able to state that his real
name was Pierre Bastide, adding that he
wished to make confession of some crime
to the proper authorities. Before these,
however, could attend, the man had died.
Among other houses where this valet
had served was mentioned that of GER
tain Doctor H, where he had stayed
three years.
doctor H-p l cried, jumping to
my feet; but know that house. dined
there five years ago when | was over in
Berlin as correspondent to the -.
Let me think. All have it now"
| had brought an introduction to Doctor
H from mutual friend in London, and
not having been able to see him on the
day | called, left it with my card.
The next morning l received a telegram
from the hospital doctor, inviting me to
lunch at his home that day The tele-
gram found me in bed, and it was then
only twenty minutes off the hour fixed
for the lunch. l jumped out of bed,
dressed in haste, and drove off to the
doctors house As l was giving my
hat and coat to the valet in the anti
chamber l noticed that the man was star
ing at me in curious way.
What are you staring at me like that
for?" l cried rather irritable
az beg monsieurs pardon" said the
valet, with all the politeness of his country
men, "but if monsieur will look in the
glass"
| Dear dearu | cried when had EXAM