Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-01-03

"How much did you pay on them?
ga hundred and forty francs.
''Twenty-eight dollars. There's some
thing wrong about that trunk business
sure.''
Next met the porter. He said:
"You have not slept we'll, is it not? Yor
have the worn look. If you would like 8
courier, good one has arrived last night
and is not engaged for five days already, by
dass heiss, the Grande Hotel Beau Rivage
recommends him."
Where the Letter of Credit Was.
declined with coldness My spirit'was
not broken yet. And did not like having
my condition taken notice of in this way. ]
was at the county Jail by 9 o'clock, hoping
that the Mayor might chance to come before
his regular hour; but he didn't. 1t was dull
there. Every time offered to touch any
thing, or look at anything, or do anything,
man said it was ''defendee. - thought
would practice my French on him. but he
wouldn't have that, either. 1t seemed to
make him particularly bitter to hear his
own tongue.
The Mayor came at last, and then there
was no trouble; for the minute he had con-
vened the Supreme Court-which they al
ways do whenever there is valuable prop
erty in dispute-and got everything ship
shape and sentries posted, and had prayer
by the chaplain, my unsealed letter was
brought and opened, and there wasn't any
thing in it except some photographs; because
as L remember now, 1 had taken out the
letter of credit so as to make room for the
photographs, and had put the letter In my
other pocket, which proved to everybody s
satisfaction by fetching it out and showing
it with a good deal of exultation. So then
the Court looked at each other in vacant
kind of way, and then at me, and then at
each other again, and finally let me go, but
said it was imprudent for me to be st large,
and asked me what nv profession was. I
said was courier They lifted up their
eyes in a kind of reverent wog and said "Du
ieber Gott!' and 1 said a word of courteous
thanks for their apparent admiration and
hurried off to the bank.
A Journey With Sleepy Cabby:
However, being courier was already
making me great stickler for order and
system and one thing at time and each
thing IN its own proper turn; so passed
by the bank and branched off and started
for the two lacking members of the expedi-
tion. A cab lazied by, and 1 took it upon
persuasion. I gained no speed by this but
it was a reposeful turnout and l liked re-
posefulness. The week-long jubilations
over the six hundredtk anniversary of the
birth of Swiss liberty and the Signing of
the Compact was at flood tide, and all the
streets were clothed in fluttering flags
The horse and thej driver had been drunk
three days and nights, and had known no
stall nor bed meantime. They looked as I
felt-dreamy and seedy. But we arrived in
the course of time. Invent in and rang,
and asked housemaid to rush out the lack
ing members. She said something which I
did not understand, and I returned to the
chariot. The girl had probably told me
that those people did not belong on her
for me to 90 higher and ring from
floor to floor till 1 found them;
for in those Swiss flats there
does not seem to be any way to find the
right family but to be patient and guess
your way along up. L calculated that
must wait fifteen minutes, there being three
details inseparable from an occasion of this
sort: 1, put on hats and come down and
climb in; 2, return of one to get ''my other
glove;" 8, presently, return Of the other
one to fetch "my French Verbs at
Glance" would mise during the fifteen
minutes and take it easy.
Interviewed by n Policeman.
A very still and blank interval ensued,
and then felt hand on my shoulder and
started. The intruder was policeman. 1
glanced up and perceived that there was
new scenery. There was good deal of a
crowd, and they. had that pleased and inter
ested look which such crowd wears when
they see that somebody is out of luck. The
horse was asleep, and so was the driver, and
L I. h.. f,,r1 -
gaudy decorations Stolen from the innumer-
able banner poles. 1t was scandalous
spectacle. The officer said:
'1'm sorry, but we can't have you sleep
ing here all day"
1 was wounded and said with dignity:
81 beg your pardon, I was not sleeping, I
was thinking"
"Well, you can think if you want to, but
you've got to think to yourself; you disturb
the whole neighborhood.
1t was poor joke, but it made the crowd
laugh. 1 snore at night, sometimes, but 1t
is not likely that would do such thing
in the daytime and in such place. The
officer undecorated us and seemed sorry for
our friendlessness and really tried to be
humane, but he said we mustn't stop there
any longer or he would have to charge us
remit was the law, he said, and he went
on to say in a sociable way that / was
lo oking pretty mouldy, and he wished he
knew"
shut him off pretty austerely, and said L
hoped one might celebrate a little these
days, especially when one was personally
conce rned.
"Personally?" he asked. "How?"
because 600 years ago an ancestor Of
mine signed the compact.
Had Evidently Aged in Appearance.
He reflected moment, then looked me
over and said: Ancestor! It's my opinion
YOU signed it yourself. For of all the old
ancient relics that ever but never mind
about that. What is it you are waiting here
for so long?"
] said:
I'm not waiting here so long at all. I'm
waiting Is minutes till they forget a glove
and book and go back and get them"
Then I told him who they were that had
come for.
He was very obliging, and began to shout
inquiries to the tiers of heads and shoulders
projecting from the windows above us.
Then a woman away up there sung out:
''Oh, they? Why L got them a cab and
hey, left here long ago-s:3o O'Clock, I
should say"
1t was Annoying. I glanced at my watch,
,ut didn't say anything. The officer said:
1T is 11:45 o'clock, you see. You should
,ave inquired better. You have been
Isleep three-quarters of an hour, and in
uch sun as this. You are baked-baked
black. 1t is wonderful. And you will miss
your train, perhaps. You interest me
greatly. What is your occupation?"
said was courier 1t seemed TO stun
lin, and before he could come to we were
,one.
The Courier Deserted by His Party.
When arrived in the third story of the