The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1894-07-12

and call on lovely woman. a belle
annie. he could rely on our discretion,
he said laying his finger on his nose. and
-ooki4g sly and coquattish. for all the
world like some old roue Of a French.
man. He must stop and see her and
take her some wine. indeed he said,
mySteriOusly, it is a rendezvous Well,
! WAS their guest; had no money.
What could do? 1t was then after
eleven, | should judge, NJ. Philippes,
or whatever his name was, gave orders
to the driver. We pulled mp. and then,
to my surprise, found We g ere at
DOylC's. That ended it. told them
they must excuse me-. They protested,
but Of course ! couldn't 80 in there. So
they took a couple Of bottles apiece
and went in the gate and settled my
self for a nap and got it. don't know
how long slept, but was lrouscd by
the devils own tUnult. y shot had
been fred. Men and women both were
screaming and swearing. Some one
suddcnlE burst into the cab beside me,
really pushed from behind. and then
away We went through the mud and
rain: and the lightning was flashing
now, and presently | could recognize
Lascelles, raging. 'lnfaner 'Coquin.
Assassin were the mildesE terms he
was Volleying at somebody, and then,
recognizing me. he burst into Mandolin
tears, swore was his only friend. He
had been insulted, abused, denied rep
aratiOn. Was he hurt? INQUIRED, and
instinctiyely felt for my knife. L was
still there where Id hid it in the In
side pocket of my overcoat. No hurt;
not blow. Did | suppose that he, a
FFenchman, would pardon that or
leave the spot until satisfaction had
been exaeted? Then | begged him to
be calm and listen to me for a moment.
told him my plight-Ihat had given
BY word to be at the barracks that
evening; that had no money left, but
l could go no further. Instantly he
forgot his woes and became absorbed
in my affairs. Parole d'honneur.' he
would see that mine was never IN
sullied. He himself would escort ne
to the mais0n de Capitaine Cram. He
would rejoice to say to that brave en-
nemi, Behold! here is thy lieutenant.
OF honor the most unsuliied. of cour-
age the most admirable, of heart the
most msgnanimOuS. The Lord only
knows what he wouldn't have done had
we not pulled up at his gate. There |
helped him out on the banqUette. He
was steadied by his row, whatever il
had been. He would not let me expose
rnyself-even under Pierce's umbrella
He would not permit Inc to suffer
from times 50 of the dog You will
drive monsieur to his home and return
here for me at once he ordered cabbv.
grasped both my hands with ferycnt
good night and the explanation that
he had much haste, implored pardon
for leaving neon the morrow he
would call and explain everything
then daTted into the gate. We never
could have parted on more friendly
terms. | stood for q moment to see
that he safely reached his door. for
light was dimly burning in the hall.
then turned to jump into the cab. but it
wasn't there. Nothing was there.
jumped from the banquette into berth
aboard some steamer out at sea. They
tell me the first thing I asked COR was
Pierce's umbrella and Larkin's hat"
And this was the story that Waring
maintained from first to last. pills"
ventured query as to whether the
amount of krug and Clicquot con-
sumed might not have overthrown his