Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1901-06-19
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rur stu -Lorgnac did not SPEAK,
though could hear his labored breath.
And as we watched man came over
the tagged square, walking idly and
| carelcssly toward them. humming as
he did so the song called the "Thrce
Cavaliers"
"D'Aramon" exclaimed Lorgnac ut
is all over now unless we can shut his
mouth"
On his words, however the two
moved Off arm In arm swiftly together
and We're lost in the unceasing crowd
that was pouring from the Halles. 1
was for rushing after them at once,
but Lorgnac held me by the arm.
"Stayw he said. you must deal
with D'Aramon. Stop him at all haz-
ards. look after the others. Meet
me at my house." And with these
words he left me abruptly, crossing the
pavement rapidly and mixing with the
crowd.
waited not moment myself. 1
did not even answer Lorgnac, but
pressed forward on the track of the
spy and overlook D'Aramon in the Rue
Montorgueil. He was walking slow
ly, looking carefully about him, as If
lie had missed his prey, and was head
ing toward the Tiquetonne-the next
turning to the right would bring him
to the Tire Boudin. But, as said, he
hcsitated and, standing on tiptoes,
kept trying to look over the heads Of
the crowd.
walked past him rapidly, brushing
against him as l did so, and turned
with an apology that broke into an eX-
clamation of surprised recognition.
| Your pardon, monsieur! Helm! Can
1 believe my eyes? Is 1t you, D'Ara-
mon?"
"Yes-ycs." he stammercd uneasily.
81 have business, NJ. lie Brusquet. An
other day." And he would have has
tened on, but stood in his path, say
ing insolently:
eat the Cabarets? Well, SO have l.
Come and drink and tell me how the
air of Paris has become healthy for
| you once more"
| He grew red at my words; but, to do
him Justice, he kept his temper, though
he said coldly enough:
Monsieur. l have said have bust
nessw
But 1 laughed and cut in upon his
speech.
L HAnd CO bOv Two 1x,,c, H,,,e,t
ness is a jester's business. Come and
drinkw
He thought l was in my cups and
still preserved his GOODNESS.
"Not now. Au revolr, au revoir!'
And he pressed ON. But stuck like q
fly to him, buzzing in his ear.
"Tell me-" said loudly-"you appear
to be on your feet again. Does the
Spanish ambassador pay well"
he stopped short. with curse, and
turned on me, shaking with anger.
"Begone, fool!' he shouted, his hand
on the hilt of his poniard. But slip
ped back nimbly, my drawn rapier
pointed at him, and in a moment a
| crowd had gathered around us. He
was no coward and would certainly not
have shrunk from an affair, but now 1t
was absolutely necessary for him to
have his hands free. He glanced
around him and then made mistake.
He attempted to dash across the road
to the other side and escape me. On
the instant had rnised the cry "Stop
theft" and the crowd was on his heels.
You all know the good people Of Par
is and how hard 1t would go with a
man behind whom the cry "Stop THEIR
was raised. 1t Jared SO with D'Ara-
mon. The spy had barely got across
the TiQuetonne when he was surround
ed by shrieking, bowling mob, and q
mob, too, of the artisans and workers
of the Halles. He drew his sword and
swept it round him, but they only gave
way to form in closer behind him
And now stones and other missiles be.
gan to fly and the rattles of the watch
to be heard. caught one glimpse OF
D'Aramon. He had backed up against
the wall near n street lamp. His cheek
was cut and bleeding, and his dress
torn and soiled. He was trying tc
shout explanations. but lie might as
well have shouted to awaken the dead
stop thief! Stop thief" was Shrek
ed and howled around him, and ther
some one brought him down with o
blow from staff, and he fell beneath
u struggling heap of men.
had no pity for the villain. He was
one of the worst of his class and de
served death ut the lamppost. On the
whole, he got off easily enough, though
he was marked for life, and 1t was
many q long day ere the "captain's'
limbs lost their soreness.
He was disposed of, at any rate. 81
leaving him to the tender merclcs OF
the crowd and of the watch, who hat
hurried up, went rapidly on toward
the Rue Tire Boudin, where Lorgnac'.
house stood. 1t was but short way
from the Nquetonne, and on reaching
the entrance to the street halted for {
moment, us IL to examine the display
In the window of pastry cooks shop
although my eyes were fixed anywhere
but on his tartlets and cakes The
moon was out now, full and clear, anG
Its light fell like broad silver ribbon
between the two rows of dark and 81
lent houses that raised their gray anl
notified walls on either side Of the
street. There were but few passers
by. but 1t seemed to me that there was
an unwonted crowd near the door OF
the house where Lorgnac lived, which
could make out vaguely, for 1t lay
about third Of the way down the
street.
took step into the road and stop
ped again to get better view. when ]
felt something plucking at my cloak
l looked down. 1t was Pompon. whose
very existence had forgotten, and he
sat at my feet, gazing wistfully up ut
my face, with eyes that told me he
was wearied.
Come, Pompon." said and In a mo-
ment he was on my shoulder, where he
sat light as feather. gave another
look down the road cand at the group
near Lorgnad's house, and l was cor
tain I cnught the CLEAN Of cuirasa.