The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1891-07-11

ming like a madman. as if his object
was to put as great distance as possible
between us two.
He was not, however, destined to run
far, for in dashing across the Fried
richStrassc. his haste was - blind that
he did not notice THE close approach of
heavy omnibus From where | stood
heard cry, and then the man went
down under the horses feet, and the
great wheels rolled over his body.
The next morning | read in the Tage-
blatt that the person who had been run
over in the Fricdrichstrassc was
Frenchman who had been resident in
Berlin for seven years. where he had
acted as valet in several houses, pass
ing under the name of Michael Doriat.
Immediately after this accident he had
been carried to the hospital, where he
had died in the eve ming. 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
died. Among other houses where this
valet had served was mentioned that OF
a certain DR.. Ii, where he haC
stayed three years.
DIR H." 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"
NV memory recalled in n wonderfully
| vivid manner the event which happened
five wears before. | saw the whole
mystery in a flash.
had brought an introduction to DIR.
H from a mutual friend in London,
and, not having been able to see him
on the day called. left it with my card.
The next morning / received tele-
gram from the hospitable doctor, in
| yiting me to lunch at his house that day.
The telegram found me in bed, and it
was then only twenty minutes of the
hour fixed for the lunch. jumped out
of bed. dressed in haste, and drove off
to the doctors house. As was giving
nv hat and coat to the valet in the
ante-chamber, / noticed that the man
was staring at me in a curious way.
"What are you staring at me like tina,
for?" | cried irritably.
II beg monsieur's pardon" said the
valet, with all the politeness of his
countrymen; but if monsieur will look
in the glass"
Dear, dear" cried, when had ex
amined myself, II was in such hurry
have forgotten my cravat. What
shall | do? | say, my good fellow,
this to the valet, as | handed him Z
thaler, ''you must have plenty of tie:
to spare: run and get me one ont o.
your room. Anything will do, so Ions
as it looks tidy"
The valet FASTENED off, and presently
came back with black tie, a ready
made sailors knot, very stiff and
large put it on hastily, and giving
the man another piece of money. asked
him if might keep it to go home in.
''Oh, certainly" he said, ''monsieu
has given it's value twice over"
Having a repulsion for other people:
wearing apparel, had taken it off a
soon as / reached my hotel and flung i
into my portmanteau. 1t was the SAINT
portmanteau in which, several year
later, had found the Scarf pin which
had got me into such trouble.
imagine that the pin had slippe,
down between the cardboard frame
work of the tie and its silk cover, anC
that Bastide thought it lost when h
gave me his black sailors knot. Ii
! flinging it into my trunk the pin mus
!, have fallen out, to remain undisturbe'
! until that unlucky day.
Unlucky? Well, yes, inasmuch a
; what ensued brought about this crue
l separation between Clara and myself
Perhaps, though, girl who could cas-
!. off a lover, as | was, on such sus
picion is not worth troubling about
Il. +. Barnes, in Yankee Blade.