The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1895-04-05

the papers mechanically, quite as IL
lfey We're matter Of utter Indifference
70 hlmseir. "AdmirableI What talentv'
lnougnt the lawyer, convinced that the
crown was still acting and more than
i.air inclined to burst out laughing. for
tne eyebrows, penrlled high upon the
"nlte race, almost to the roots of the
mar gave 1t an expression of uncon-
Germ approaching imbeciiity.
long fantastic shadow was cast
upon the wall from Picotin's figure as
ne stood before the flardng gasjet turn
ing the papers over The LAWYER
thought 1t possible he might not be
able to read their contents. but he was
ashamed to own it. This. however, was
mistake. In his way, the Jester had
a certain amount of education. and he
understood enough Of the jargon OF
formalities through which he now
glanced, to know that an unexpected
stroke of good luck had befallen him.
am a rich man." he murmured. at
last, letting the papers rustic down on
the f1oor as his hands fell deiectedly
at his side.
You are, indeed" cried the LAWYER.
laughing outright at the woe-begone
expression with which these words
were uttered.
Its too late, too, late" said Picton.
shaking his head mournfully. There
were tears in his eyes, but his voice
mad break in it that was irresistably
comic, and the lawyer rolled in has
cnalr I'LL one leg gave way and made
MIN jump to save himself
In Monsieur .Arnaud Berth, RENTER,
the world will have lost an incompar-
apie artistic" he exclaimed, with a po-
lite flourish, carefully re-collecting the
documents 1t was his business to keep
safe.
Plcotin sat on the wooden box, nurs,
ing one leg with an air of gloomy medi-
ration. Why had 1t not happened be-
lore-a month ago even? Then he
might nave gone to Babinette and told
her 1t was in his power to make her
real, fine lady, who could have a car,
rage and as many gowns as she pleas,
co. Tor he was no longer a clown, but a
gentleman Of fortune. She would have
peen delighted then. and might perhaps
have danced round him, clappdng her
hands In the pretty, airy fashion he
SO loved to see. Now he knew it would
be all different. He could not buy her
love, since 1t was given to that fair,
haired youth whom, in his heart, he
hated.
Monsieur Emile Berth was furious.
He had received letter from his man
OF affairs that morning with the I'M
pleasant information that he was no
longer inheritor Of the fortune he had
4 70 III,
and eccentric old uncle, to whose death
he had so long looked forward, had
after all, left a son, the rightful heir
to all his wealth, and the nephew
found himself encountered with debts
he now saw no possibility Of paying, be-
sides, being an idle fellow, with no
power or inclination to gain a liveli.
hood by honest means, so that his
rage and disappointment knew no
bounds. Add to this the fact Of his
being in love with a girl he had no idea
of relinquishing, and the state of his
mind. bordering on distraction, which
caused this young man to pace up and
down his chamber, may be imagined.
"Well, Babinette must keep me-" he
said at last, with cynical laugh, 1--WE
will go away to some great city, where
her beauty and her talents are sure to
get an engagement. She will set up as
a star, and they will give her any
amount of money, If she can only once
become the vogue. Meanwhile, that will
give me time to look around. Well
why not? She loves me to distraction,
the dear little thing. 1t would be cruel
to leave her to the mercies OF that
odious clown. On! II I could only come
across that precious fellow who has
stepped into my shoes, I would find
some means of killing him." cried
Monsieur Emile. aloud, shaking his
fist at the empty air, while cruel eE-
preston Of hatred famed IN his hand
some features. displaying the hidden
possibilities of a nature ill-disciplned
and extremely selfish.
He was interrupted by the entrance
Of a valet, at whom he scowled fiercely.
IA person wishes to see you, mon
sieur. think 1t is Picotin, the clown"
added the man, with a broad grin full
Of pleasurable recollections.
What the devil-"cried his master In
a fury, when Picotin himself appeared
upon the threshold.
For a moment the young man Of aris-
tocratic connections recoiled drawing
himself up with an air of arrogant dis
pleasure, but something In the steady
gaze fixed upon him made him feel I'M
easy, and he stammered a few words
Of intended condescension.
"This Is indeed delightful Artistes
Of any kind always bring their own
welcome"
1.-THE man who comes to call another
TO account is not always DO welcome"
answered the clown. drily.
II do not understand" said Emile
with shrug of the shoulders, as he
proceeded to light a cigarette, but Of
course, Monsieur Picotin is always en-
titled to his joke"
(which is of different kind from
those INDUCED in by young gentlemen
who are capable of throwing fireworks
at a woman, and nearly causing her to
break her neck"
Course him." thought Emile, "he
knows me again" Aloud he said, in a
tone of some humiliation, "Oh, as to
that, q mere students freak, was
drunk at the time-besides. you had
your revenge"
mo" said Picotin, choking. II merely
chastised the offender-I might have
told some one who It really was"
His eye was full Of menace as 1t rest.
ed on the other. who from deep Grim
son had suddenly gone pale.
what! Babinette She could never
know! 1t was carnival time. We were
disguised. l had on a black wig and
my face was stained walnut-color. I
did not mean to hurt her. but I was
drunk"
had