Evening star., 1897-01-30

dramatically pointed out to us. The paper
was THE st. Louis Pioneer and the arti-
Gle in question was headed "Toughs on the
Read" with n number of subheadings.
why. john, 1 cried. its quite true.
That's your photograph
las sure as that is yours, Mary" said
my husba nd
'You admit 1t, them" cried the commits
Sary, seiZing a pen.
But. john" i added. those are the two
photographs ] sent to Bob my cousin Bob
Kelso, Just after We were engaged"
And that explains it," said my husband.
See, here is Robert Kelso' at the bottom
of the article
And now that I come to think of it,"
cried, Bob wrote to mamma some time
! ago that he was contributing articles TO
some American paper. He must have used
our photographs by mistake"
L daresay,' said John. who had now
quite recovered his good humor. Il zee
that l am described as an abandoned VIII
lain.'"
Then he turned to the commissary and
gave what we considered the explanation OF
the misunderstanding. The magistrate was,
however, not so easily satisfied, and re-
peated that unless We could get somebody
| to identify us he should be forced 10 detain
us. John then remembered that the chap
| lain to the British embassy was an old col
| lege friend of his. and asked to be allowed
to send for him. The magistrate gave him
permission, ard placed writing materials
before him; but hardly had John begun his
letter when the secretary came in with
note MS superior II was d COnlnluillt5-
tion from the head police office. When he
| had read 1t he jumped up and said:
| You need not write. A Thousand par
| dons. A mistake has been made. The pre-
! lecture has just informed me that the Sui
| livan couple have been under lock and key
for some days past at Lyons. l will detain
| you TO longer. 4 apologize sincerely. Mad
| anne, / am COMPOUNDED"
| MY congratulations. monsieur and mad
| ame," cried M. Montbarbon, effusively.
| when, the commissary having bowed US
| out. we found ourselves once more in the
| streets. "Of course" he continued, Il
| knew that all was right. but did you notice
| anything in the conduct of your fellow
| boarders?"
| "oh, no." said John, and don't believe
| he had. / said nothing. / was too glad to
| be free again.
| "well. you see. a gentleman there takes
| the Pioneer" continued Montbarbon, and
he recognized your portraits at once, and.
of course, what was written about those
| Sullivans was too dreadful"
| And so 1 suppose one Of our kind friends
informed the police about us?' 1 cried In
| dignantly.
| 1 must admit that both the Montbarbons
and our fellow -boarders did the best to
| atone for their unjust suspicious about us.
| and that the rest of our visit to Paris was
| a very pleasant one. AS to Bob kelso. my
| cousin, he came to see just before we
left / shall not forget the appearance OF
his face when put that copy of the Pion-
| eer before him and Said "Will you tell US
| what that means?'
| 1 never saw a man look more confused.
| and when 1 had told him what had been
| the consequences of his act, IL was long
time before he could find words with which
| to express his regret. What disposed John
more than anything else to pardon him
| was the absolute frankness with which he
admitted his fault.
The Pioneer people," he said, won't
| take any articles which are not illustra ted
| l have to find photos to go with my letters.
| whether they are the right people or not. I
| have used up the most of my album in that
way. Aunt Martha, for instance figured
| recently an Orleans princess, and old
Mr.. Parker-you remember him, Mary-as
| an absinthe drinker in the last stages.
| When 1 had to illustrate my article on the
| Sullivans, a young couple, L hesitated be-
| tween you two and the Bromsgroves. You
| see, a rule, the pictures quite un-
| recognizable when they are printed, and so
| no harm is DONE And the editor insist on
| Illustrations. OF course, / didn't know that
you were coming to Paris. that this
Pioneer ever came over here. am awfully
| sorry, 1 assure you"
John gave him long lecture on honesty,
and then forgave him. 1 cannot say that
| felt quite as forgiving-the Mrs. Sullivan
| whose description accompanied my portrait
was such a dreadful woman. And If. as
| Bob said. this sort of thing is new Journal
ism. can only say that 1 prefer the old.