Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-24

books; but they may see no papers Their
meals come in now from various restau-
Rants. One of the most amusing things
connected with stay at the Paris depot
is this coming of the restaurant food. In
the first place, wine in prison is different
thing from wine outside. In prison it
strengthens, cheers and glorifes the hate
full depression Of the day almost miracu-
lousy. And you can only have wine with
your meals. 1t is a pity. A man in prison
ought to have wine all the time. Therefore
they sit around and wait till lunch time.
Without warning the heavy bolt is shot and
the cell door swings open.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT CThe guardian does
not say. "Marquis.')
Serving the Meals.
Present."
Come out with your PAM" 1t is a Jail
Formally that the tin pan must be brought
out, as If to take the soup of common
prisoners. The young man steps obedient-
ly out, pan in hand. Follow me- In
silence the two walk down the corridor to
the greffe, or interior bookkeepers Office.
There the restaurant runner waits, with
the good things He uncorks the bottle he
has brought, Offering it to one of the guar
dams to smell. Should it be brandy or
strong Spanish wine it would be rejected.
Champagne is also prohibited. Then each
dish is inspected. Using his pan a tray,
the prisoner hastens with his treasures to
his cell. Then the next man is called, and
then the next, so that the last ones food
has cooled before he gets it. This would
seem well enough for prison. would it not!
Yet it is vile. With each dish and bottle
comes an insult from the guardian. Hurry
up there now, tell you, hurry! DepecheZ-
vous done, depechez! Take that pan! Am
l to take it for you? Do you imagine that
l am your servant"
One of the most romantic escapes was
that of what one night call an American
by alliance, the Comte Boni de Casteliane
Madame de Castellane herseif-Wnose
pleasure it is TO do her husbands willis
said to have hurrahed vehemently Tor the
army, like a hot little royalist. The SON
in-law of Jay Gould was carried on by the
police in the very thick of 1t, but when tne
moment came he said impressvely: I'm
hand me. l am a deputy" In erect ne is
a deputy, from his own town OF Castellane'
in the south of France They had TO re-
lease him. What happened subsequently L
will quote from the Matin.
CnsteIiane a ConspiratOr.
Scarcely hat an hour after the row, a
mounted municipal guard trotted out from
the Iesage by the private owners gate He
had an important air, looking keeniy ABOUT
him as he rode In the distance one could
see the cavalry fastening to protect the
president What could he be about? All
ewes were turned on the mounted munclpal
guard When he rode up to a polcenah
the interest increased. Hurry up the car
riage of Comte Boni de CastelIane! ne
said, with authority. And the pohcehidii
never doubted that it was his duty to hunt
up the carriage. We must say this Tor
him: OF all the gilded youth who made so
sorry a display Count Boni seems to nave
come off the best. Perhaps his American
wife has something to do with IL. lie pe
came a deputy 20 please here, ana II "as
his deputys position that saved MIN. No
one doubts that he was in the very mlosl
of the conspiracy. Surrounded by d group
of elegant Understanding TO the Sieei@
he pulled out his watch and SAID: 1t IS D
o'clock Behold the moment. 1t Is going
to be hot And it was hot!
Did Not Do Much.
Well. the jeunesse royaliste has SHOWN
what it could do. 1t did not do much, out IL
did What it could. The Com;e de Dion-who
has an automobile factory in the suburbs
said to his secretary as the police commits
sary was going through his papers;
I'm prasence of these witnesses l ask you
to get together all my workmen tomorrow
morning. i'll their working clothes, all the
500 of them, you understand, ana let none
be missing, You will tell them that their
chief has been arrested for having cried:
.Vive rArmeer and you will ask them to
march down and ask my nperty from pres
ident.''
read these proud words to my concierge
a fierce old experimentation he brought
up my coffee. When he smiled diaboiically,
l insisted. But you know he has 800
men, l said.
Eight hundred men to feed?' he an
swered, smiling diabolically always.
AS fact the 500 workmen of the De Dion
& Bouton factory did not march down to
rescue their lord and master. Decidedly the
jeuncssc royaliste is behind the times.
STERLING HELLO.