Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1891-07-11

ming like a mailman, as if HIS object
was to put as great distance as possible
between u two.
lie was not, however, destined TO run
far, for in dashing across the Fried
richstrasse, his haste was SO blind that
he did not notice the close approach of
a heavy omnibus. From where | stood
| heard a 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 Friedrichstrasse was a
Frenchman who had been a 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.. Il, where he had
stayed three years.
DIR. HI ! cried, jumping to my
feet; "but | know that house. | dined
there live years ago, when | was over
in Berlin, as correspondent to the -.
Let me think. All! have it now"
My memory recalled in a wonderfully
vivid manner the event which happened
five years before. | saw the whole
mystery in a flash.
| had brought an introduction to DR..
H from "a mutual friend in London,
and, not having been able to see him
on the day | called, leftit with my card
The next morning | received a tele-
gram from the hospitable doctor, in.
viting me to lunch at his house thatday.
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
my hat and coat to the valet in the
ante-chamber, l noticed that the man
was staring at me in a curious way.
"What are you staring at me like thss
for?" | cried irritably.
81 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 II hurry,
l have forgotten my cravat What
shall / do? | say, my good fellow"
this to the valet, as | handed him a
thaler, you must have plenty of ties
to spare; IL and get me one out of
your room. Anything will do, so long
as it looks tidy"
The valet fastened off, and presently
came back with a 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.
"0h, certainly" he said, monsieur
has given its value twice over"
Having a repalsion for other people't
wearing apparel, / had taken it off as
soon as reached my hotel and flung it
into my portmanteau. 1t was the same
portmanteau in which, several years
later, had found the scarf pin which
had got me into such trouble.
l imagine that the pin had slipped
down between the cardboard frame
work of the tie and its silk cover, and
that Bastide thought it lost when he
gave me his black sailors knot. In
Ringing it into my trunk the pin must
have fallen out, to remain undisturbed
until that unlucky day.
Unluckyp Well, yes, inasmuch as
what ensued brought about this cruel
separation between Clara and myself.
Perhaps, though, a girl who could cast
off a lover, as | was, on such a sus-
picion is not worth troubling about
b. f. Barnes, in Yankee Blade.