Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-06-13

caught fir, m behind by strong, invisible
arms. a gag was pas sed over his face and
though he tried to struggle, and he was
one Of those little Wiry men, it was all in
vain. He was bone TO the floor, bound
and his eyes bardaged. his assailants the
meantime saying rot ord.
The whole occurrence was uncanny-this
sudden attack in the obScurity of the house
where he had eXpeo ted Esh and laughter
the strong men who mutely held him, and
against whom any struggle was vain
these circumstances left the Chevalier Paul
Jones Shivering. bound and gagged and
hlindfolGed as he was, and thrust aside in
a corner, like a dead thing. And then, as
he strained his ears. his hearing indeed be-
ing the only faculty of which these bravoes
had left MIN the use-ha heard doors shut
ting and the sound of heavy steps on the
hard floors Of deserted rooms His reason
began to return thea, and the first thing
that occurred to him was that his silent
assailants had worn no shoes. Was this
man, CT lien, different? And then OF
course he perceived that, having accom-
plshed the assault, need of silenca no
longer existed. That vas patent. They
had put On their shoes. But again the
house grew STILL excepting for his breath
ing
together. with strong rope that cut into
the flesh-his eyes andaged. his mouth
gaeSed-finding struggling useless and on
ly Knowing that the assailants had drop
ieti HI.li where lHEt EHu taken MIN. our
brave chevalier was indeed in a horrd pre-
dicament. The only thing he could do was
TO roll over the floor. He could do that
with difficulty. and 10 and fro right and
left and he began the examination of the
room il that awkward manner, which was
the only way that Indeed, was possible.
Rolling TO his right about three feet, he
brought up against Il wall TO his left a
distance OF ten feet, he bumped his head.
which the tortoise-l Ike movement brought
first again st 'he wall. This was a hall,
fourteen feet, more or less, broad. He jud--
ed the distance from the number of turns
his body made while he paused, brea thing
hard. as ibis effort bound as he was is
most 2XnaustiTg. If YOU 10 not believe
me. have yourself hoCnd tight, hands and
feet, gagged and eyes ihndfolded, and then
try to roll about.
AS the Cfe,alier Jones lay there in this
fashion. brea thing hare. and mis- plight APP
parently hopeless enough. he thought in a
revenseful spirit of Nine. lie Fevre who
plainly had brought him into the plight
He remembered that two days after there
was 10 be a great bail al Versailles on
which he had counted He thought of The
fine clothes he had worn to the appoint
ment. which Were torn and hopelessly
ruined. He thought of the sword the king
had given him. and which the ASSISTANTS
had taken away. And as he lay there his
heart was bitter over the simplicity OF the
strataSen.
And what did they intend 70 do with
Hiii ror Il moment lie was coid Win per-
spirltion as he thought the men would re-
turn curry Tim out and perhaps drop hin,
into the Seine Then be reflected that if
they had wanted to be rid of him they
would have killed Kim with a sword or
dagger thrust. More likely they wanted to
kidnap him. If they had wished to kill
him they certainly would have stabbed
him beyond any noise. But why should
they wish to k:dnap him Unless
TIE pot suddenly became as clear as day
They would carry him to the coast put