The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-03-01

return into Paris, leaving Montmartre,
the cabarets and Rovere's house behind
him. He walked briskly along and ran
| against MANA little man-whom he
had not noticed, who seemed to sudden
| ly detach himself from the wall and
who fell against his breast. hiccoughing
and cursing in vicious tones
"Imbecile"
The young man wished to push away
the intoxicated man, who, with hat over
his eyes. chung to him and kept repeat
ing:
1.-The street.-the Streets it not
free--the street,"
Yes, it was certainly drunken man
mot a man in a smock, but little fell
low, bourgeois, with hat askew and
a thick voice.
IL am not stopping you. The
street is free, l tell you'll"
"Well, if it is free want it'll"
The voice was vigorous, but showed
sudden anger, e strident tone, slight
foreign accent, Spanish perhaps.
The drunken man probably thought
him insolent, for, still hiccoughing, he
answered:
"Oh. you want it, do you? You want
itf want it The king says we wish.
don't you know"
With another movement he lost his
equilibrium and half fell, his head hang
ing over, and he clutched the man he
held in a sudden embrace.
''It is mine also-the street-you
know"
With sudden violence the man dis.
embarrassed himself of this caressing
creature. He thrust aside his clinging
arms with a movement so quick and
strong that the intoxicated man this
time fell, his hat rolled into the gutter
and he lay on the sidewalk.
But Immediately, with a bound, he
was on his feet, and as the man went
calmly ON his way he followed him,
seized his coat and clutched him SO
tightly that he could not proceed.
Pardon" he said "You cannot go
away like that'' Then as the light
from gas lamp fell ON the little man s.
face the young man recognized his
neighbor Of the cabaret who had said
to him: "Seel That is how Revere must
look ~
At this moment Dagonin and his
comrade appeared on the scene and laid
vigorous hands on them both. The
young man made quick, instructive
movement toward his right pocket,
where, no doubt, he kept revolver or
knife. Bernardet seized his wrist He
twisted it and said:
"Do nothing rash ~
The young man was very strong, but
the huge Dagonin had herculean biceps
and the other man did not lack muscles
Fright, moreover, seemed to paralyze
this tall, young gallant, who as he
saw that he was being hustled toward
a police station, demanded:
Have you arrested me, and why?"
First for having struck me-" Ber-
nardet replied, still bareheaded, and to
whom gamin now handed his soiled
hat, saying to him:
SIS this yours, M. Bernardet?'
Bernardet recognized in his own
quarter That was glory
The man seemed to wish to defend
himself and still struggled, but one re-
mark of Dagonin's seemed to pacify
him:
''No rebellion There is nothing se-
rious about your arrest Do not make it
worse. "
The young man really believed that
it was only slight matter and he
would be liberated at once. The only
thing that disquieted him was that this
man, suddenly become So
Der, had spoken to him as he did a few
before in the cabaret.
The four men walked quickly along
in the shadow of the buildings, through
the almost deserted streets, where the
were putting out their
lights and closing up their shops.
any one who met them would
were taking the fourth to police sta
ton.
A tricolor flag foated over a door
lighted by a red lantern The four men
entered the place and found themselves
in a narrow, warm hall where the
agents of the police were either sleep
ing on benches or reading around the
stove by the light of the gas jets above
their heads.
Bernardet, looking dolefully at his
broken and soiled hat, begged the young
man to give his name and address to
the chief of the post. The young man
then quickly understood that his ques-
toner of the Cabaret du Squelette had
caught him in trap. He looked at him
with an expression of violent anger,
of concentrated rage.
Then he said
my name? What do you want of
that? l am an honest man. Why did
you arrest me? What does it mean?"
"Your manner" repeated Bernardet.
The man hesitated.
"Oh, we'll, am called Prades. Does
that help you any?"
The man wrote: "Prades, P-r-a-d-e.s
with an accent. Prades. First manner"
Charles, if you wish. I"
"Ohp said Bernardet noticing the