The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1899-05-11

IDENTIFY slung on a rope that stretched
across a street much broader still than
the one was in. That, and the sight of
the lanterns, convinced me that 1 had
| gained one of the main arteries of the
city, and it was with an inward THANK
God" that l stepped under the light and
| looked about me, uncertain which direc
| tion i should take; for il kept the
moon behind me, as had done hitherto.
should have to cross over and leave
| the street, and / felt sure that this
would be a serious error, and that would
only lead me into further difficulties. 1t
was as yet no more than n half hour or
so beyond Compline, so the street was
| full; and unwilling to attract the atten-
tion of the watch, which had habit of
confining its beat to places where it was
least required, | began to stroll slowly
down, determined to inquire the way of
| the first passer-by who looked in n mood
amiable enough to exchange word
with so bedraggled a wretch rs was
| then.
i had not long to wait, for in a short
time l noticed one who was evidently a
well-to-do citizen hurrying along with
persuading staff in his right hand, and
the mufiled figure of lady clinging on
| TO his left arm. / could make out moth
| ing of her; but the man himself was
short and stout of figure, and / ran TO
the conclusion that he must be CHEEKY
soul, for, as far as could see by the
| light of the street lamps, he looked like
one who enjoyed good meal and can
to follow, and, approaching, addressed
him:
Pardon, monsieur, but | have lost
my way"
had hardly spoken so much, when.
loosening his arm from the lady, the
little man jumped back yard and be-
gan fiourishing his stick.
"Stand back!" called out the little
man, dabbing his stick at me.
''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.
Martin"
Then this is the"
"Rue St. Martin"
"A hundred thanks. / now know
where am, and have only to follow my
nose to get where l want. / thank you
once more, and goodnight"
At last l was once again in the rue des
Deux Mondes, very footsore and weary;
but kept up by the thought of what l
had before me, and ready TO drop dead
before should yield to fatigue. There
was no one IN the street, and, seizing
the huge knocker, | 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 ad-
joining houses, who opened their win
dows and peered out into the night, and
then shut them again hastily, for the
wind blew chill across the Passeur aux
Naches. There was no answer to my
knock, and then l again beat furiously
at the door, with little sinking of my
heart as 1t came to me that perhaps
some harm had befallen these good
people. This time, however, 1 heard a
noise within, and presently Pantin's
voice inquiring in angry accents who II
was that disturbed the rest of honest
people at so late an hour.
open, Pantinl" / shouted. 1T is l
do you not know me?'
Then | heard another voice, and a
sudden joy went through me. for IL was
that of my trusty jacques.
Grand Dieu! 1t is the chevalierl
Open the door, quick, mani"