The Saint Paul globe., 1897-10-17

Rue de Bourdonnais." The lady, who
had at first retreated with a little cry
OF alarm behind her companion, here
stepped forward with a soft
"Poor man! Are you much hurt?
'Not in the least, mademoiselle,
thank your' and L unconsciously NOV
ed step forward.
STAND back" called out the little
man, dabbing his stick at me, and
say madame, sir-the lady is my wife. ;"
pardon my error, sir. but
The lady, however, interposed.
BE still, Mangel So you wish to
find the Rue de Bourdonnais, sir?'
HE had better find the watch" in
terrupted Maitre Mangel, they have
gone that way towards the Porte St
Martini
This then is the"
Rue ST. Martin.
"a hundred thanks, mademoiselle. ="
'Madame-Madame Mangel, mon
sieur''
Pardon; 1 know now where [ am,
and have only to follow my nose to get
to where I want. [ thank you once
more, and good night
Good night, monsieur" answered
madame, but Maitre Mangel, who was
evidently of a jealous complexion,
tucked his wife under his arm and
under his breath
let my eye follow them for a mo-
ment or so, and ere they had gone
many PAGES Nine. Mangel, who ap-
peared to be of a frolicsome spirit,
turned her head and glanced over her
shoulder, but was Immediately pulled
back with jerk by her husband,
whose hand moved in much the same
manner as that of a nervous rider
hoy ri OF Of
horse. Then [, too, turned and went
down in an opposite direction along
the Rue ST. Martin, smiling to myself
at the little scene | had witnessed,
and my spirits rising at every step
took, for | felt each moment was
bringing me nearer the time when I
should be able to effect Claudes free
dom, and balance my account with
Adam de Gomeron. AT last I saw the
spire of ST Jacques de la Boucherie to
my right, and few steps more
brought me to the bridge of Notre
Dame. The passage was, however,
closed, and, turning to the west, kept
along the river face and made for the
Pont au Change, hoping that this
bridge would be open. else I should,
perforce, be compelled to swim the
Seine once more, as no boats were al
| lowed to ply during the night. Here,
however, l was not disappointed, and,
threading my way through the crowd
that still fingered round the money
changers stalls, I soon found myself
in the Barillierie, and fastening past
| st. Chapelle to the Rue des DeuX
Mondes, 1 had determined in the first
instance to seek out De Belin, but
| thought better of that as I went along
the Rue ST. Martin, when 1 considered
| how unlikely l was to find my friend
at home; whereas, on the other hand,
the notary and his wife were sure to
be in their house, and it moreover
struck me as being the safest plan to
so straight there until I could com
municate with De Belin. For, if I
should be suspected of making away
with madame, no one would think me
fool enough to come back to my lodg-
ing, which was we'll known, no doubt,
and where l could be trapped at once.
At last l was once again in the Rue
des Deux Mondes, very footsore and
weary; but kept up by the thought of
what [ had before me, and ready to
drop dead before 1 should yield to
fatigue. There was no one in the
street, and, seizing the huge knocker.
l hammered at the door in manner
loud enough to waken the dead 1t
had the effect of arousing one or two
Of the inhabitants Of the adjoining
houses, who opened their windows and
peerad out into the night, and then
shut them again hastily, for the wind
blew chill! across the Passeur aux
VacheS. There was no answer to my
knock and then I again beat furiously
at the door, with little sinking of my
heart as it came to me that perhaps
scme harm had befallen these good
people. This time, however, I heard a
noise within, and presently Pantin's
voice inquiring in angry accents who
1t was that disturbed the rest of honest
people at so late an hour
"Open, Rantin!' I shouted "It is +
dc you not know me?''
Then 1 heard another voice, and a
sudden joy went through me, for it
was that Of my trusty Jacques.
Grand Dieu! 1t is the chevalfer!
Open the door, quick, man!'
1t was done in trice, and as I
stepped in Pantin closed it again rapid
ly, whilst Jacques seized my hand in
his, and then letting it go. gamboled