Birmingham age-herald., 1895-02-08

the impertY with which they met their dooII al hour.
 Henri excited
 "It is col exclaimed "It is mettle, for iade of a strong stom- ach and ne sn."
 "Allop/ rejoined Roussell, tho sculptor thing of the kind. It's fear, terror, dice, more likely"
 You call it tefHpr, monsicur?''
 "I do, and believe name it rightly" "Then you are a coward yourself. You have no stomach, no pluck no nerve" Several strangers crowded round the ta- bles, and passersby formed an attractive group upon tho pavement. A pretty scene was expected. But'they were mistaken No; Jean Roussell looked very unlike un insulted man thirsting for revenge. Had not his fellow students at the Ecole des Beaux Arts been intimately assured of his pluck they would have denounced him all round es veritablc poule mouillee and what so vivid picture of shame and pitt able incompetence as 'wet henl'
 "Perhaps," replied Roussell quietly, ''you arc unable to imagine yourself in the unique position of man doomed to the guillotinc, but you may not always be so unfortunate. D
 II should know how to dic," said Gail lot spitefully.
 Certainly. You would dio as you were told. There would be no option. When the procureur came to your cell and said, Your hour has come, be courageous, if you woro able to walk to M. Deibler with out physical assistance or the friendly drink 1t would be tho result of terror, not fortitude.' ''
 ''Our opinions of my courage are at variance, M. Roussell I am willing to put it to tho test"
 Tho crowd grew expectant again.
 "A show of bomhast is not my idea of courage" replied Roussoll. Courage is exhibited, if at all, under unfavorable conditions. Good evening messieurs. And Rousscll, to everybody 'sintenso as- tonishmcnt and disappointment, arose from his table and walked away.
 Henri Caillot kept bookstall at one of the galleries outside tho Odcon theater, and it was his custom each evening to take constitutional in tho Luxembourg garden opposite before adjourning to a cafe in tho Boulevard Michel. The rain ono night prematurely drove tho band out of the garden, and the idlers with it, but Caillot was not to be deterred from his exercise
 He had 0 regular course-in at the northeast gate, around the fountain and across the garden to where the gay par terrcs that night looked swamped and sorry.
 Ho usually sat on a bench near the western railings, but the rain was too heavy, and darkness was falling rapidly, so hc took a return path, strolling leisurely, with his umbrella well down over his shoulders.
 Of sudden he stopped, lifted his um- brella to aid his vision and listened. That surely wasn't thunderl' he said aloud.
 Ho was answered by an unearthly shriek.
 The unexpected reply made him start and look behind him. But no human thing was visible. He peered right and left into the semidarkness and assumed his original position. Neither man nor beast could he sec. His impulse was to walk quickly away, and he was about to obey it, but was arrested by repetition of the npoisc, unmistakably close at hand.
 felt creepy.
 sound emanated from no human
 >The strongest lungs wore incapa.
 Ming so ecrie n blast, no vocal
 it. A tram car horn with
 It tho end might achieve