Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1898-05-06

He fen upon the dcbriS bclO1r.
the ruins Of the shattered shop He was
| still murmuring the name Of his broth
| En- and they were telling him. il re-
assuring tone, that everything was all
| right although he vaguely felt that
| what they said was not true. They had
/ their arms linked in his, and he STUN
| bled helplesslv among the wreckage,
! seeming to have lost control over his
/ limbs He saw that the whole front of
! the shop was gone and noticed through
| the wide opening that a crowd stood III
! the street, kept back by the police He
wondered why he had not seen all these
! people when he had looked out of the
/ shattered window When they brought
him to the ambulance. he resisted
! slightly, saying he wanted to 90 to his
| brothers assistance, who was sleeping
| in the shop, but with gentle force they
| placed him in the vehicle. and he was
driven away to the hospital
For several days Adolph fancied that
| he was dreaming, that he would soon
awake and take up again the old pleas
ant, industrious life 1t was the nurse
who told him he would never see his
brother again, adding 10y way of conso-
lation that death had been painless and
instant, that the funeral had been one
Of the Crandest that quarter Of Paris had
ever seen, naming many high and i'm
| portant officials who had attended il.
Adolph turned his face To the wall and
groaned. His frightful dream was TO
last him his life.
When he trod the streets of Paris q
week later, he was but the shadow Of
his former portly self He was gaunt
and haggard. his clothes hanging on
him as if they had been made for some
other man, a fortnight's stubby beard
on the face which had always hereto
fore been smoothly shaven. He sat ST.
lently at the cafe and few of his friends
recognized him at first. They heard he
had received ample compensation from
the government and now would have
money enough to suffice him all his life
without the necessity of working for il,
and they looked ON him as a fortunate
man. But he sat there listlesslv, receiv-
ing their congratulations or condolences
with equal apathy. Once he walked past
the shop. The front was boarded up,
and glass had been put in the upper
windows
He wandered aimlesslv through the
streets of Paris, some saying he was in
sane and that he was looking for his
brother, others that he was searching
for the murderer. One day he entered
the police Office where he had first made
his unlucky complaint.
"Have you arrested him YETI" he
asked the officer in charge.
"Whom:" inquired the officer, not
recognizing his visitor
Picard. l am Adolph Delore."
''It was not Picard who committed
the crime He was III London at the
time and is there still -
Perhaps l could help. am going to
London. VIII you give me Picard 5 ad-
dress?"
Here is his address, but l think you
had better leave the case alone You do
not know the language, and You may
merely arouse his suspicious if you in
terfere. Still, if you learn anything
communicate with me.
The former frank, honest expression
in Adolph's eyes had given place to a
look of cunning that appealed to the in
Etinct Of French police officer He
thought something might come of this,
and his instincts did not mislead him
DelOre with great craftiness watched
the door of the house III London. taking
care that no one should suspect his pur-
pose. He saw Picard come out alone on
several occasions and once with anoth-
er of his own stripe, whom he took TO
be LamOine.
One evening, when crossing Leicester
square Picard was accosted by a stran-
ger i'll his own language Looking
around with start, he saw at his side
cringing tramp, worse than shabbily
dressed.
"What did you say" asked Picard,
with a tremCr in his voice
Could you assist a poor country
man: whined Delore.
81 have no money"
Perhaps you could help me TO get
work. l don't know the language, but
[ am a good workman.
elbow can help you to work? have
no work myself
81 would be willing to work for moth.
ing if l could get a place to sleep auC
something to eat. "
"Why don't you steal? l would if
were hungry. What are you afraid Of
Prison? 1t is no worse than trampina
the streets hungry. l know, for l have
tried both, What is your trade?"
81 am a matchmaker and first class
workman, but l have pawned all my
: tools. l have tramped from Lyons but
there is nothing doing in my trade
Picard looked at him suspiciously fol
] few minutes
"Why did you accost me?" he asked
at last
81 saw you We're a fellow country
man. Frenchmen have helped me from
time to time"
LET us sit down ON this bench
= What is your name, and how long hav,
you been in England"
'My name is Adolph Carrier, and