The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1894-08-04

oeathly silence ensued: they
might have been
Ihough We Were m,k;nr about fifty
miles an hour at the time. I made
ready to get outnpon the stem and find
ont what was going on in orr na;qb.
bor>' cnnpartment. AS Iou.a.ad ths
window tWn arms seized me and a voice
broken with anguish = but which
sounded very sweet, just the save
gasprd behind me:
philip. if you love me, do NOT 90,
They will kill YOU"
1t was precisely like the fourth act
of The ~HuguenotS." except that nv
name is not iiaoul.
| saw the advantage OF my situation,
and | resolved to profit by 1t. profited
hv It 50 well that. after Il dialogue too
intimate to be repeated here. | was in a
position to sing-if | had had a voice,
which haven't: ''Thou-ou ha asst said
it."
For she had said it. Poor Charles
was diStanced now. She had said the
sweet words. ! rove YOU
\. prey to emotions bordering on the
historical. Clari>se sobbed and clung
to me with all her strength. though l
had not the faintest desire to intrude
on the massacre mex door. They
could kill themselves at their ease.
Let every man tend to his own affairs.
As for me, | was very much occupied
just then.
That is why. early the next morning,
/ hurried to my lawyer to speak to him
about the little hotel in the Avenue
Friedland, which was still for sale.
but. thank fortune, is now no longer
in the market. Decorators and fur
nishers are at work in it. and when
January comes. you will see it Occu-
pied by a certain young couple that l
know of.
But let us not anticipate. When the
train pulled into the city. my compan-
ion and | had quite forgotten our
neighbors. or what was left of them;
but now the authorities must be in
formed and the bodies removed. had
jumped out. and was looking about for
a xergerHt de- rifle. when | beheld the
door of the famous compartment open
and the three hunters calmly descend
from it, carrying. rolled up in a rug,
an inert mass which looked as if it
might be the body of "A young child.
Without an instant'S hesitation, |
seized one of the assassins by the col
lar.
"Scoundrel." | cried. What have
You got in hat rug?
Don't make such a row. he replied,
"or well have Il hundred people at our
backs. 1t is only my poor dog.
Dog" | repeated. indignant at the
mans GOODNESS. Come, come, you
cannot deceive me. | saw it all"
NV captive. whom | still held by the
collar. opened a corner of the rug and
showed me a settlers muzzle, with
fiecks of foam on it dappled with
blood. | dropped my hold OF the mans
collar in the greatest confusion.
Really. l scarcely know how to
apologize" l said. But, frankly, it is
not astonishing that l should have
been dcceived-three men %crouching
on the seats OF Jne carriage anu SnOOl-
ing"
still. the explanation is very simple.
NV dog was bitten three weeks ago.
had the wound cauteriZed. and
thought the animal was saved. We
had been hunting all day near Creil,
but. no sooner were we on the train
than hydrophobia developed and the
animal began to snap at us. To at
tempt to put the beast out was to
tempt death, and there was nothing
for it but for us to climb up on the
seats and shoot the dog. We were not
able to do so until after we left Chan
lilly, for the poor brute had taken
refuge under the seat. Finally, by
calling it. l persuaded it to put its
he'd out. and then we shot it. Itell
YOU. it's a trip | shall not soon forget"
Nor shall l." l replied, and re-
Joined Clarisse, who was waiting for
me at a little distance and whose curl
osity was vastly excited to see me thus
politely take leave of the assassins.
well. then" she said. making a lit
tie face when | had told her the story,
that doesn't count. | take back what
! said"
But at the same time she softly
squeezed my arm with her own. and
saw in her eyes that that did
..count."-From the French of Leon de
TinSeau. in San Francisco Argonaut.