New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1894-06-27

serted room, winch Was Q1mly lghCe0
by a faint twilight All the desks were
locked, all the doors closed. No trace
Of anything human was to be seen, but
an enormous hat very high and shaped
like garden reservoir stood on the
president s desk. Grandcadet gazed at
it stupidity. All at once the monstrosity
became convulsed and commenced to
yomit an innumerable quantity of little
squares of white paper, on each of which
the unfortunate deputy, endowed with
supernatural sight, could read the name
Of his opponent at the last election But
suddenly the hatcollapsed like a gibbet,
the top lowered, the walls contracted,
and Grandcadet, overwhelmed with SUR
prise and horror, found himself before the
court of assizes between two gendarmes
and recognized under the red sleeved
robes and gold braided c. g Of the presi-
dent and two assistant Judges his porter,
his hairdresser and his housekeeper at
Paris, all three ruined by the Panama
scheme And the president rose, and in
a deep voice read the following extraor-
binary sentence, which condemned M.
.Grandcadet, the ex-deputy, to gid the
Eifel tower at his own expense from
top to bottom in six months time and
then to be impaled on the lightning rod
of the ediice. =
This was too frightful! The member
of parliament awoke with, a start. It
was just dawn. NJ Grandcadet recog-
nized the hillsides and vines of his cleo
toral county.
decidedly, scivet' is not good for
me-" he thought lit gives me very
stupid dreams. But I must not give
into these bad dreams. am sure of my
constituents. No Socialists among them
and the only possible candidate of the
Monarchists, the Marquis de la Tour
Prend Guarde, the partisan of M. Jaime,
is not to be feared. Besides no one
knows the story of my $4,000 francs.
Come, have courage
A carriage stood waiting for M. lie
Deputy at the station. The perfect tran
quillity Of his native city seemed good
omen to him. On his way home the
white horse painted Oh the signboard of
the hotel, at which the Boulangists
met did not neigh at him and cry out,
''Down with robbersr' or the cock on
the weather vane Of the church steeple
sing, "Panama!' under pretense Of
Growing.
AS soon as he reached home his serv-
ant Theresine, who had been expecting
him, served his cafe au lait, and while
he was thoroughly enjoying it, I'M.
Grandcadet," said the young peasant,
with a worried air, II have something
very distressing to tell you.
''And what is it, my grip
In the first place, I am about to be
married. -
''To Pierre, the harness maker across
the street? Well, that has been decided
upon for two years past. I know all
about that Is it still for next week?''
eyes. But listen. Before I could be
married it was necessary for me to 60
to confession and tell M. lie Cure of a
sin had committed against you"
"a sin! And against me?''
eyes, monsieur, forgive me,'' cried
Theresine, bursting into flood Of tears.
II have stolen from you, yes, for the
last two years, and told M. lie Cure,
and he has ordered me to return the
money which I have taken from you,
and here is your money. Oh, to the last
penny, I swear!'
And the unhappy girl, putting her
hand in her pocket, pulled out a hand
full of gold and poured it on the table
in front Of her MASTER
"What is that you say? You have
stolen from me!' cried NJ Grandcadet,
filed with establishment and anger.
"Alas, monsieur, do not dismiss me
and tell no one, implore you. You see
I was not altogether dishonest, as have
returned every sou to you F..
well, that is all right, but leave
me, " replied her master impatiently.
And left alone NJ. Grandcadet fell
into a reverie. Do not for one moment
imagine that he for al instant thought
of making restitution of his $4,000
francs Doodle. Once for all let it be un-
derstood he considered it profit acquired
and legitimately acquired. No; in face
! Of this poor girls action, to whom the
priest had recalled her forgotten cate
chism, it was a sociological reflection
to the statesman which presented itself
to M. Grandcadet's mind. He dreamed
for few moments. Then gathering up
the money left by Theresine and stufing
it into his pocket-and then, would you
believe it?-he, the ardent free thinker
who had voted for all the anticlerical
bills, murmured softly to himself: 1T
is a true saying. You must have re-
aigion for the poor. FRANCOIS Coppee