Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1899-02-02
CHAPTER XI.

CHAPTER XI.
NJ. Bernard9t was triumr liant. +
went homo to dinner in u jubilant mood
His three little girls, dressed alike.
Claspcd him round the neck, all at til
came time, while Nine. BCrnardet, al
ways fresh, smiling and gay, hold n
her face with its SOFT, round, rosy checks
20 him.
"My little Cncs," said the officer, 81
believe that ] havo done well, and that
my chief will advance me or give me
some acknowledgement. | Will buy you
some bracelets, my dcars, if that hap
pens. But it il not the idea Of filthy In.
ere which has urged me on, and | be.
lieve that [ have certainly made Il great
stride in judiciary instruction, all ow-
ing to my kodak. 1t would be too long
an explanation and perhaps u perfectly
useless one. Let us 20 to dinner. | am
as hungry as Il wolf.
He ate, truly. with good appetite,
scarcely stopped to tell how the assassin
was under lccli and key. The man had
been measured and had become num-
Der in the collection, always increasing,
of accused persons i'll the catalogue con.
tinucd each day for the museum of
crime.
"Ah! lie is not happy" said Ber-
nardct between two fpoonfuls of soup.
"Not happy, not happy at all. Not hap
ny, and tonished-protesting, more
over, his innocence, as they all do. 1t
is customary.
But" sweotly asked good little
Nine Bcrrardot, "what if he is limo
cent?" And the three little girls, rails
ing their heads, looked at their father
as if to repent thcir mothers question.
The eldest inurmured, "Ics, what if
mamma is right"
Bernardet shrugged his shoulders.
"TO hear them, if one listorod to
them, ono would believe them all innO-
cont and the crimes would have &c
commit themselves. If this one is limo
cent, l shall be astonished as if l should
see snow fall in PalH, in June. lie will
have to prove that he is innocent. Thcsy
things prove themselves. Give me some
more soup, Nclanie.
AS Nine. Bornardet turned a ladlcful
of hot soup into her husbands plate
enC softly asked: "Are there no inuO-
cent ones condemned: Do you never de.
ceive YOURSELF" BernaldCt did not sror
eating. 81 cannot say. No one is infal.
lible, no one The shrewdest deceive
themselves; they are sometimes oupea,
but it is rare, very rare. AS we'll to say
that il does not happcn--Lcsurque
yes land the three little girls opened
wide their large blue eyes as at a play,
the !lesurques of the Courier de Lyon,
who has made you weep so many times
at the theater at Montmartre Oni
would like to revise his trial to reinstato
him, but 10 one has been able to do it
! have studied his trial. By my faith,
swear, I would condemn him still
All, what good soup"
"But this one today" asked Nine
Bcrnardet. art thou certain: What i,
his name;"
"Dantin-,JacQues Dantin. Oh he il
a Centleman-a very fine man, elesan
indeed-some Bohemian Of the uppcl
class who evidently needed money anC
who Revere had some valuables il
his safe. The occasion made the thief
and there it j.. "
Papa" interrupted the eldest of the
three little girls, 'canst thou take us t.
see the trial when he shall be sworn"
THAT depends 1t is not easy l vii
uy. Twill ask. If thou wilt work hard
Oh, dame, " said Bernardet, that vii
be DRAMA"
81 will work hard
At dessert, after he had taken hi
coffee, he allowed his three little girl
to dip humps Of SUGAR inro his saucer
Ve threw himself into his easy chair