The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1900-01-14

The neighborhood knows all about "the
admiral" the finding of whose bones Is to
bring so much prosperity to everybody.
The wine shop debating society even has
added to the fame of the admiral" I'm
happily, as l discovered in the first two
minutes, the exact spot where repose 'the
admiral's'' bones is the one point on which
there Is no concord.
1.-THE admiral Is in my cellar said the
proprietor of the wine shop.
"If he is not under my brick floor" cor
reefs M. Dunap.
"or in my cave" adds NJ. Dupont. cour-
teously, but firmly.
rs not the position of the grave deci-
sive?" we asked In surprise.
'"Trere Is no grave" said M. Dupont.
mo actual grave" corrected M. Dunap.
"And what do you say?" l asked the
publican.
"You can search me-" was his cheerful
reply. my cellar Is at your disposition"
Here deserved compliment ought to be
paid to the skill and good will of Harry
C. Ellis. an American photographer, on his
travels, whom / had been lucky enough to
run across a few days previously. A
French photographer would have refused
to work in that subterranean labyrinth.
1t is a long, narrow cellar like secret
passage, mere afterthought, and not dug
when the building was erected. We
searched every corner of it. and found no
grave distinctly Marked OF this the
photograph speaks for itself, because the
wide-angle lens took in the whole cave
with the exception of the corner where
the camera stood.
'Is that ali?" we asked.
Eyes," said the wine shop man. 1--WE
think the admiral lies somewhere behind
that wall. because the Americans who
came here told us that he did. They
ought to know"
M. Dunap's Frivolous Tale.
Meanwhile NJ. Dunap, who had been
printing up on mele-cass. (cognac and
black guaranty at the expense of the pill
grims, related for their benefit--and for
the hundredth time-his joke of "the find
ing of the bodies" Much of the theory of
M. de Ricaudy is based on this tale. Ac-
cording to him this end of the old ceme-
terry was the one last buried in, and his
reason for that statement is that two
skulls were lately unearthed from it,"
Now, these two skulls, Dunap neglected
to inform him. were the skulls of dogs.
Returning from the wine shop late he fell
into the hole that he had digged. "Ah"
he cried, awaking everybody. IAN earth
quake, prodigy, a cataciysm! Madame
Dunap! I'm in it!'' He declared the old
cemetery had caved In, and frightened the
concierge with tale of two bodies. He
winds UP: II asked the concierge, Shall
declare the bodies% and he replied. For
Gods sake, make no scandal q"
1t shows the frivolity with which the
neighborhood treats the whole matter
Certainly no disrespect is meant to the
memory of John Paul Jones. the stanch
republican, by these republicans and
stanch admirers of the revolution; only
the thing seems far away to them. They
do not like to look on the ground be-
meath them as a cemetery. 1.-THE bones
were all taken to the cataconbs in 1s04."
they declare. Except as to the admrars
bones they resent any other theory. NJ
Dunap led us over the irregular brick floor
of his establishment, below which there
is no cellar Here it started to cave in
once he affirms. land sunk In up to
my waist. Perhaps that might be the
vault of the admiral?" But the debonair
Dunap does not convince.
1t is the same vague guessing when we
come to the cellar of NJ. Dupont, the glass
engraver. A serious man. NJ. Dupont. not
overcredulous, yet not so insensible to his
own interest as to deny that the body of
Paul Jones reposes in that cellar. Nine.
Dupont, seeing business possibilities in the
engraving Of some kind of souvenir goblet
for the qualification Of future pilgrims, has
collected folklore. s.When Wa nut IN tia