Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-07-21
Some Friendly Advice.


Out In the sunlight he was walking By
the side of two policemen to the commits
sary's office for hea ring. The two agents
went sauntering through the rich and pref
ty suburban streets of Auteuil, where there
are villas back in gardens, chestnut trees
in bloom ana Towering shrubs and chatter
ing birds. The two policemen felt the IN
nuence of spring in the sweet morning air.
They nudgeI each other like two guilty
school boys as they passed a window where
pretty bonnie was polishing the panes
"Gigot! Gisot!' Gigot is French for leg of
mutton.
Tell me-" said the American, who thought
1t an suspicious moment. what am i
charged within
The youngest agent looked at him severe
~: You called the agent who arrested you
imbecile."
rs that all?"
And then you tried 10 spit on him
through the bars of the cell door,
The prisoner blushed scarlet-'That's a
lie"' he said.
Il think it's true" the little agent went
on in tone of mingled friendlincss, apollo.
cy and schoolmaster-like reproof. DO you
know that man is decorated with the rib
Ion OF the Legion of Homo, un homme
bi IA ,s ssrieux' He did not Sharge you
got to do with it?' Simply that you'd best
not contradict him." MOI" mo. be thank
full for your good luck. The commissaire
Will let you OH, lie Is a Cnarmdnt SarCOn.
You must stop smoking now. We are close
to the Office In the office Of the commits
saire there was a stout man with Il stubby
mustac6e and close-cropped head of
hair. He had the ribbon I'm his buttonhole
'C'est lui.' whispered the young police
man. The American stepped up and said
In low tone: Monsieur, you must know
how regret my behavior of last night. l
In your capacity Of agent" Accepted"
said the decorated man with some import
ance. As for the rest, unfortunately YOU
must see the commissaire." door then
opened ana the accuSer stepped into the
private office.
The culprit sat alone before an inspector
or police, an upper clerk of some import
ance. He was a little round-faced man.
good natured. smiling. He nodded sympa-
thetIcally. with q gesture which appeared
TO say Fear nothing" The two policemen
kept on gigsllng and whispering about their
gigot, gigot. Five minutes passed. The
decorated officer came out and went his
way without a word The American was
called into the private room and given a
chair beside the secretary Of the commits
saire, who sat behind desk.
M-m-m, your name is what was
your fathers name your mothers name
&c, &c, &c. F'ull details lasting some five
minutes). At O'Clock last night you were
found in public place in state of mani
fest intoxication. &c, &c, &c, m-m-m-m.
went peacefully with the agent m-m-m-m
until placed in a cell at the poste m-m-m-m
(Wrltlng. copying, cOmparing). / suppose
you want TO go free?'
Naturally"
What proof have you of your tientitv?'.
Il have dog at home that knows me-
Have You no letters or papers in your
pockets?'
Il have them at home"
The Return to Jail
linen you had best wait at the police
poste 1 Will send a telegram. If the re-
port Is favorable after visit 20 your DOM
icile. you may go free. Sign this" "a full
confession, which the prisoner signed Gag
erly. without once reading it. 1 have since
asked him why he did not read 1t; he re-
Piled that, sitting there beside that kindly
Sentlemanly secretary who had the air of
being his best friend, he felt it would be
lmpollte. He was not asked to read the
paper. but sign it,. Then the inspector Of
pClice made out a Telegram, which he gave
10 one OF the agents TO have sent from the
police poste. And then it was the street
again with the two agents, joking, loungihg,
peerlng into villa gardens, always for their
giSot, gisot. At the police poste the Young
man was locked up orce more much TO
rs surprise. It's only for moment till
the patron (boSs) goes" The patron" is
the brigadier. eX-officio under officer of the
peace and on the lire to be a commissaire
lie heard the telegraph begin its clicking
doors opening and shutting. then there was
n calm as of a Sunday morning in New
England.
After a time he was allowed to sit out
In the room with the policemen. The briga-
der was gone. The sergeant of police was
at the desk, where he sat polishing the
telegraphic instrument. 1t seemed like
boys school. Three officers sat at a table
writing in their books-reai diaries, where
they put down everything that happens.