Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-07-17

transported to the chamber of deputies,
but he was alone in his scat in tho de-
serted room, which was dimly lighted
by 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 a garden reservoir stood on the
presidents 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 hat collapsed like gibbet,
the top lowered, the walls contracted,
and Grandcadet, overwhelmed with sur
prise and horror, found himself before tho
court of assizes between two gendarmes
and recognized under the red sleeved
robes and gold braided caps 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 gild the
Eiffel tower at his own expense from
top to bottom in six months time and
then to be impaled on the lightning rod
Of the edifice.
This was too frightful! The member
of parliament awoke with start. 1t
was Just dawn. NJ. Grandcadet recog-
.nized the hillsides and vines of his cleo
toral county.
Decidedly, 'civet' is not good for
me, he thought. ut gives me very
stupid dreams. But must not give
into these bad dreams. I 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 NJ. 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 N. le
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 on the signboard Of
the hotel, at which the Boulangists
met, did not neigh at him and cry out,
"Down with robbers" 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 girl?'
''In the first place, am about to be
married.
ITO Pierre, the harness maker across
the street? Well, that has been decided
upon for two years past. know all
about that. Is it still for next week."
"Yes. But listen. Before I could be
married it was necessary for me to go
| to confession and tell M. le Cure Of a
sin I had committed against you.
"a sinl 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 I told M. le 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, swearP'
And the unhappy girl, putting her
hand in her pocket, pnlled 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 mel" cried M. Grandcadet,
filled with establishment and anger.
''Alas, monsieur, do not dismiss me
and tell no one, implore you. You see
was not altogether dishonest, as I have
returned every SOU to you. +"
"Well, that is all right but leave
me, I" replied her master impatiently.
And left alone M. Grandcadet fell
into reverie. Do not for one moment
imagine that he for an 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 q sociological reflection
to the statesman which presented itsel1
to NJ Grandcadet's mind. He dreamed
for few moments. Then gathering NJ
the money left by Theresine and stuffine
it into his pocket-and then, would yor
believe 1.-THE, the ardent free thinker
who had voted for all the anticlerica
bills, murmured softly to himself: III
Is true saying You must have re-
ligion for the poor. Francois Coppee.
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