The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1892-02-13

well, ! wouldn't have been here now
TO tell the story
AFTER the train had progressed half
way to Dover one man in the compart-
ment said. 'D-n this railway service.
Here got headache, the first In my
/ life, through the ventilation. Another
also complained of headache, and by
the time We reached Dover there were
seven very i'll men in the compartment
81 was i'll, too, but | knew the cause
II was the fumes Of nitroglycerin
"At Dover as we got on the boat there
was another narrow escape A stupid
porter seized the Gladstone bag and
tried to balance It on his head ! res
cued it in time
1--WE got aboard the boat at Calais all
right, and sat pensively watching that
Internal bag, which rested quietly, as If
it had not been filled with dynamite
enough to blow up the ship within ten
| feet Of me The passage, thank heaven
was smooth, but ! felt pretty well done
up, left the bag and walked down into
the cabin thinking Of the custom house
officers who were awaiting MS on the
other side. AT last saw a man-an in
terpreter, Frenchman-a decided
to make him help me- sat down in
the cabin and began to weep-it isn't
hard If you know how. He said, Does
monsieur require anything? | looked
up, wiped away my tears and told him
my sorrow
ut was to the effect that my wife was
dying in Paris. She had telegraphed
mo, and was about TO soothe her last
moments by my presence. He became
Immediately interested and begged me
to cheer up agreed to do 30 on condi-
ton that he would join me in bottle OF
champagne, which he did gladly. As
wo walked slipped two Napoleons into
his hand and said;
"Now, ! want to get away quick on
the first train I've nothing but satchel
and don't want to be detained by the
customs house at Calais. Can you ar
range mattersl He swore that he would
and kept his word When the boat
landed my satchel was carried trium-
phantly ashore on the shoulders OF my
friend, the interpreter, and ! passed the
customs house without moments de-
|
lay.
"And so we went to Paris-the Glad
stone bag, filled with nitroglycerin, and
myself-and in course Of time arrived
at the Care de Nord hailed passing
cab and directed the driver to my ad-
dress, but cautioned him to avoid the
rough streets on the journey. Like all
Partisan hackmen, he did just the oppo-
site till stopped him. My friend, said
|, do you know what's in that satchel
you have between your legs on the boxl
Well, sir, there's enough dynamite TO
blow your whole outfit to the devil, and
If you don't drive quieter tho chances
are against you You never saw a
more careful driver after that in your
life.
"Finally, arrived at my roems and
the next day got up early (for was be-
ginning to get afraid of that Internal
satchel BY this time myself and went to
Versailles, where | stored the stuff safe
ly in my laboratory and exploded it at
my leisure.
II wrote to Majendie in London after
ward, telling of my success, and re-
ceived a short reply saying that ought
to be in jail this minute.
Funny, isn't it, these English Of
6cials have no sense Of humorr"
And here the colonel lit another cigar,
while watched the Gladstone bag re-
aectively. Philadelphia Times.