The morning call., 1893-11-05

ber when a party of students turned out
of the Rue MaZarin into one of the small
cIass- streets leading to the Rue Dauphine,
on the south side of the Seine, in the
Latin Quarter. where the studious by day
time make the evenings merry with song
and frolic, and though poor are never out
at-elbows for enjoyment. In the dim light
they were marching along arm in arm, as
is the afTeetionate manner of students
when not disputing over the merits of
rival styles in art, and were bawling
djtty at the top of their voices" "SoyOns
gail soyons gai"-which terminated in
chorus suggestive of ducks and frogs in
harmony-a NEST unlikely reality in ma
ture.
Crossing the Rue Dauphine they contin-
ued eastward with the street-dimly
lighted as most of these by-thOrOughfares
are.-very much in their own possession.
Between the Rue des Augustins and the
Rue Seguier their musical revels were
Jared upon by the lusty shouts of some
one in distress, and rushing forward they
surprised a group of three thieves pillaging
q PROSTATE form on his back in the gutter,
and al that moment making an energetic
effort to protect his pockets. The robbers
forsoQk their prey and darted down the
street with the students in agile pursuit
One was caught and brought back. The
others escaped.
Darn the villains!' calculated the vic
tim, as two of his Tescuers prOpped him up
and raised him to his feet. Darn their
bootsi That's how they show p0llteness:
BY gosh but they've mauled me badly
Fine thing for an American citizen ID the
heart of civilizationp'
"VOici un des scelerats" said one OF the
group, pointing TO a maligu-lGOking fellow
who was in the clutches of two Of the
mosI athletic of the party.
''WhatN ye do with the scOundrel?"
asked one of them in broad Scotch Doric,
which must have sounded delightfully."-
neighborly to citizen of the West about
as ignorant Of French as Chinesei
Your hand, strangerl I'm tarnation
lucky to meet some one who understands
me. It amt in me to parlev VOC, but by
gosh. where do you hail from?"
Scotland. mani Pm from the land of
thinking. What narrow squeak you've
had with that riff-raff cutthroat. Justlook
at hmp"
"Tnats one of the skunks. is it2 1t
ain't no use, l guess, wasting money on
lawyers. Turn him round, gentlemen,
and Pll propel him into the Seine. Darn
him, kick will teach him manners.
And Peter Dinnie grabbed hold Of the
.quverpg wretch by the nape OF the neck
and the irate American gave him the stim-
.ulus of his boot with vigor worthy of
the occasion, and entirely to the surprise
of the rnbber, who. finding himself free,
darted off into the darkness with a shrek
and a malediction.
:. "0nly corn pone and pork could give
that send off," laughed the avenger.
sNow, boys. you have done me service,
aud amt the man to show I'm not CRATE
full. guess they might have murdered
me, for l was fighting like a wildcat for
my pile. I'm burstin' with gratitude and I
want Ye to know it. Come along, we'll
set up the drinks. One of you speaks
English. Say Sande, or whatever your
name is, introduce your friends. I'm
American. but half Scotch. guess, or my
grandfather was. I've struck Samaritans
anyhow, be goshP'
= The Hon. Joshua Schuyler Shew of Beo-
bnb. Idaho. owner of lumber-mills and
silver mines and man of substance in his
district was then formally presented to
the circle of BOhemians by Peter DinnIe,
a. raw-bOned Scot sojourning in Paris for
the sake Of art. His companions also be-
Ionged to the brotherhood of art, with one
exception, Jules Duval, whose genius lay
in journalism. Eugene ROsVeTt and Pierre
TissoG were in the studio Of Andre Bour-
geOiS, and Salmagunde Soir and Louis
Guerin were toiing in their own garrets,
EuQ udQ tHc usual uphill SlIuRRlo Ol DTlt-
liant talent buried in obscurity, and kept
out of a load of debt by the impOssibilty
of procuring Indiscriminate credit The
poorer they were the more their imagina-
ton ran riot in possession of all that is
lovely, ennobllng and Joyous on earth-tOr
beggar who can create palaces. masquer-
ade humanity on the stage OF life and
Summon delightful visions of land and sky
at will. lives in realms of blessedness when
his clothes are shabby, his purse empty and
sometimes also his stomach.
.*GlaDcing down his long, lank form, the
Hon, Joshua Schuyler Shew took note
that his neavy watch chain had only few
links and that his nuggets of quartz orna-
menting the end and his watch, which
cost $500, had disappeared.
:; "The varmints! That kick is paid for,
darn theml And that watch was given me
by the old woman, too, for a birthday
present Now if those fellers had been
out West I'd have corraled them straight,
drawn bead on them in wink, and l
guess they'd fool nobody after that. But,
blame me, l thought in these old parts
there want nothing of this sort, and
afu't got a six-shOoter. No. by gosh. or
they'd know it, But you see. sir, I'm not
busted Schuyler Sbew has few dimes
left'-to prove which he drew out of hip
pocket handful of loose louis dor, which
cleaned in quite a kindly way under gas
lamp. Yes, sir, and you bet we'll shin
the dimes around bit t0-nightW
They had now reached the Place st.
Michel. ard hated to ponder whittier they
should betake themselves. The gay city
was lar from having gone to slumber. as
was amply testified by the roar of traffic
across the adjacent bridges. the sight OF
tneater-goers streaming homeward, and
te she glare OF lights in The cafes. where yet
Inere fingered numbers of frequenters
ssrlpplng absiDthe and ice or quaffiDg beer.
1here was the usual saturnaiIa of the
stuuehts, whose intellectual evolution is
hHGh HG assisted by registering freaks.
MI; ohew was in boundless vein of be-
neFoIence 10 demonstrate bow much his
-natlFe iahd; % say nothing of himself, had
~ sdiheo oy the derout of the fnotpads. and
ne invited all to supper. He thought moth
Ing woula prove this SO well at that hour
as to take facres to the Cafe Anglais in
the, boulevard des ltaliens. There" said
ne. they spruce up things mighty smart.
and the cost amt nothing to meP'
maif place for dandies VII silIer than for
gowks Ike US withoOt it, It's very kind
o'.ye, but We can hae mair fun wi; less ay
pense. It's long road to the Gaia An
glais. and goodness knows we shonid mate
a night of it. That won't do fer me-. a !