The Saint Paul globe., 1897-10-24
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! hour. and all Paris was asleep. Above
US the sky still swarmed with stars,
though a pale band of light was grid
ling the horizon. Here and there IN
the heaving mist on the river we saw
the feeble glimmer of a lantern that
had survived through the night and
still served to mark the spot where
boat was moored. All around us the
outlines of the city rose in brown
silhouette, but the golden cross on the
spire of Notre Dame had ALREADY
caught the dawn. and blazed ike a
beacon against the gray of the sky
overhead.
AS the Pont au Change was the lat
est of the bridges to close. it was the
earliest to open; but when We came
there we had to cool our hee4s Tor
half-hour or so before we could pass
through and by that time the city was
already beginning to awake. L could
not -repreSs slight .shuddef as we
passed the dreary walls Of the chateiet,
lust as the guard was being changed
at the gate, ard thought by how lucky
a chance l had escaped being a guest
of M. de Breze
Once past the chatelet, we pushed
on briskly, and by the time we had
reached St. Jacques we were warm
enough, despite the chilliness OF the
morning. At a stall near the church,
Pantin purchased q quantity of Vege-
tables, bidding me to keep little
ahead of him in future, and guide him
in this manner as far as L knew.
Whilst he was filling his basket L
turned UP the Rue st. Martin, Won
dering what the nOtarys object couId
be in Transforming himself into street
haWker | went slowly, stopping -e|-
cry now and again to see If Pant1n
was following, and observed that he
kept on the side of the road opposite
to me. and ever and again kept calling
out his wares in a monOtonouS, sing
song tone. Thus far, and for space
further, [ knew the road, and, obserV-
ing that Pantin was able to keep me
well in view, increased my pace, until
at last we came to the cross street
near which I had met the jealous Man
gel and his wife. Up the cross street
I turned without hesitation, now
almost facing the tall spire that had
been my landmark, and 1 began to
think I would be able to trace my way
to the Toison dor without difficulty
when I suddenly came to a standstill
and faltered. For here there were half
a dozen lanes that ran this way and
that, and for the life of me I could
not tell which was the one [ had taken
but a few hours before, SO different did
they look now to what they had ap-
peared by moonlight. AS l halted in
doubling manner, Pantin hurried up,
and, there being one or two near me, be-
gan to urge me to buy his cabbages.
I made a pretense of putting him off,
and then, the strangers having passed,
I explained I had lost my bearings II
see a wineshop open across the road,
chevalier-go in and call for a flask
and await me-" he answered rap
idly.
I nodded, and bidding him begone in
a loud tone, staggered across the
street, and entering the dent could
be called by no other name-shouted
for a litre of Beaugency and flung my
self down on a rough stool with a clat-
ter of my sword and a great showing
Of the pistol butts that stuck out from
my belt.
The cabaret had just opened, but
early as l was I was not the first GUS
toner, for a man was sitting, half
asleep and half drunk, on one Of the
foul-looking benches, and as I called
for my wine he rose UP, muttering,
"Beaugency! He wants Beaugency.
There is none here" he went on, in
maudlin manner, turning to me, "at
the Toison dor"
1 almost started at the words, but
the landlord, whose face appeared from
behind a cask at my shout, and whose
countenance now showed the utmost
anger at his old clients speech, sud
denly seized him by the neck and hust-
led him from the room. THE drunken
knave, he said, with great oath, Ito