The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-01

acter, and decided TO patronlze MIN.
had taken rooms in this lively neighbor-
hood Of the Latin Quarter for a short time,
In order to observe student types, and Jean
Remand pleased me. called upon him two
days after our first meeting, his rooms being
one fight of stairs below my own.
As ] entered his artistically decorated
chamber, be threw aside his cigar and ad-
vanced toward me with extended hand He
evidently was 10 the act of making his
toilet, for he was only half dressed.
quickly Apologized for the inopportunity of
my visit, and was about TO withdraw, when
he seized me gently by the arm and con-
Quoted me to a chair, saying l was welcome
at any time.
He informed me that he was preparing to
call upon q young LADY who lived ION the
other side Of the river" but be had plenty
Of time, and 1 must remain until he was
quite ready-which would take another
hour.
1 never met with a more accomplished
man OF the world than Jean Renaud, but
you shall have more Of him as my story
progresses While he was chatting away
agreeably on divers casual themes, my
attention became fixed upon the peculiar
figures on his shirt, his coat and vest being
OF. Observing that was gazing at them +,
he came closer to me and said: 81 see you
are interested In my shirt; odd. isn't itl"
/ remarked with no little wonder, that II
was; for / saw verses in different colors,
stamped all over the bosom and sleeves.
''I'm a poet, you know" he continued,
"and have published some of my best
work 10 this way. It's very convenient to
have verss Of your own that you cannot
recall, printed on your cuffs in artistic form.
You see, this ordinarily passes for figured
cambria shirt-until call attention to the
fact that it isn'tP'
/ felt droll impulse TO laugh outright,
which did. Jean Remand seemed offended
st my laughter, and promptly subdued it.
Read this poem, and then laugh" he
said, standing close beside me and pointing
to poem entitled "Andromeda" In the
center of his bosom The lines were by no
means wanting in poetic fire. / compli-
mented him on his genius, and be seemed to
forget the offense created by my laughter.
he seisurely donned his collar, which was
covered with verses, and then buttoned on
his cuffs, also verse-dotted, talking mean
while Of his many creations; for, according
20 his own admissions, he was a prolific
bard.
The hour which he had intimated was to
be the limit OF my stay was up before knew
tt-so entertaining had been Jean Renaud.
But he had not become absorbed In what he
was saying as to be unaware Of the exact
time
snow 1 must be going" he said with the
utmosscivility. "H on will excuse me under
the circumstances, l am certain. NJ
Glenwood, you must call on me often. We
shall be the best of friends. 'leSt-ce-pdsN
81 see no reason why we shouldn'f,nI an
swered laconically. and SO we parted-he to
make his call and take stroll through the
Jardin de Luxembourg.
laan Ranand and haoa Cd 40
We were opposite In temperament, though
many OF our tastes were Identical. In the
exchange OF condolences that passed between
us, l learned that he had some genuine
patricisn blood in his veins from the ma
ternal stock. His family estate. located be-
tween Melun and Fontainebleau, yielded him
an annuity OF 90. 600 francs, and, having no
one dependent on him. his temporal condi-
tion entailed upon him no anxiety.
Jean was an orphan. His only sister
Autoinette, shortly after the death of the
father had married French colonel, now
stationed at Algiers. She had received by
her fathers will-the mother being dead
the bulk or the personal property; while
Jean had inherited the paternal estate, an
eqnabe division.
Since the death of his father, who had
made his fortune on the Paris bourse Jean
mad been living gay existence but he had
always lived well within his income; riches
Go't LIS tuAucu MS uehQ. lie was now ~.
tall, slender, with a bronzed complexion due
TO the climate of Algiers, where he had
lived as bis sisters guest for eighteen
months. For the rest, his black eyes and
wavy black hair, and the contour of his
rather angular face, readily proclaimed him
Frenchman. His figure was elegant, both
as 10 form and carriage, save when, in his
Intense poetic moods, he affected the care
less, slouching movements of a bohemian.
his lace was scarcely attractive, except In
moments when argumentative excitement
brought sparkle into his eyes and a flush
into his usually pale cheeks
There was peculiar charm In his smile.
which disclosed bis evenly-shaped white
teeth. he was fluent linguist, speaking
English with barely soupcon of accent.
certainly Jean Remand was eccentric;
but to me he was not obtrusivslv so. A
strong Individuality characterized every-
thing be did. he acted largely on impulse !;
but, nevertheless, If occasion called FOR il
he was ready with some reason or iustifioa.
ZION OF bis conduct. He was as many-sided
and emotional as a woman, and quite as OBJ
ptinate at times
OF a Saturday night he would drag me 10
ehe Nouveau Cirque, on the Rue ST. Honore
or TO Cafe OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES the All
cazsr, In the FGubourg Poissoniere-and
after ward to a restaurant for a bird and q
Oottle. Then on the morrow he might be
nlled with that morbid piety which some
People display on Sabbath days. He would
declare It to be our duty to attend early
mass In Notre Dame, or, as he sometimes
urged, In the temple Of the common pso-
pie, St. Sulpice. After service he would
pack me off in a couture TO the cemetery of
Montmartre, where he would point ont
the graves and tombs of distinguished poets.
musicians and painters. often utteripg a
unournful monologue concerning each de-
funce celebrity. Then. in all probability.
on the way home he would visit the morgue
70 tee what assassinsted, drowned or killed
persoDs were exposed to curious public
view. Returning TO his apartments. there
was no such thing as my leaving him IN
less percbance he was seized with divine
nfiiatus. which seldom happened on Sun
days; and, being interested in this man.
who, with all his cspricss, was a magnif
icent companion, 1 had little or no wish 70
wander off by myself
Sometimes after shutdown on holy days
Jeans peculiar piety would relax suddenly
and frivolties galore suggested themselves
10 the apostate. His favorite recreation
was to pilot me into a haunt on the Rue
Noltaire. not far from our lodgings. much
frequented by students and bohemans. n
was called the Cafe Gambetta, because that
famboyant and somewhat misdireoted
genius had once honored the establishment
with his presence for an entire evening
None but men Of supposed tremendous in
tellect and professional promise were al