The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1902-03-21

Chatelet place she strolled up and
down several times. read the theater
bills and finally took seat on a bench
and at quarter of 8 entered the om-
Eibus Office and sat down. A moment
after Fanferlot entered; but, as he
feared that Nine. Gipsy might recog-
nize him in spite of his heavy beard,
he took a seat at the opposite end of
the room, where it was dark.
AS the Hotel de Vile clock struck 8
man entered. walked directly up to
Gipsy, bowed and took seat beside
her. He was a medium sized man,
rather stout, with a crimson face and
fiery red whiskers. His dress was that
of well to do merchant. There was
nothing in his appearance to excite
attention. Fanferlot watched him ca.
gerly.
"My friend" he said to himself, sin
future 1 shall recognize you no matter
where we meet, and this very evening
1 will follow you and find out who
you are"
Despite his intent listening he could
not hear word spoken by the stran-
ger or Gipsy. All he could do was to
judge by their actions and counte-
nances what was the subject of their
conversation. When the stout man
bowed and spoke to her, the girl look
ed SO surprised that it was evident she
had never seen him before. When he
sat down by her and spoke to her, she
jumped up with a frightened look, as
if seeking to escape. A single look
caused her to resume her seat. Then
IA the stout man went on talking Clip
sy displayed great apprehension. She
positively refused to do something;
then suddenly she seemed to consent.
At one moment she appeared ready to
weep and the next her pretty face was
illumined by a bright smile. Finally
she shook hands with him, as if she
was confirming promise.
"What can all that mean" said Fan
ferlot to himself as he sat in his dark
corner, biting his nails. "What an
idiot 1 am to have placed myself so
far offw
He was thinking how he could man.
| QSC " opPlodNA ACd1 CA MllLOuL dLOoo-
ing their suspicious when the fat man
got up, offered his arm to Nine. Gipsy,
who accepted it without hesitation,
and together they walked toward the
door. They were so preoccupied with
one another that Fanferlot thought he
could follow them without risk. Reach.
ing the door, he saw the stout man
| On6 (yincu tho q
proach a hackney coach, sent for from
the omnibus office, and enter it.
"Very good" muttered Fanferlot.
I've got them now. There is no use
Of hurrying any more"
When the coach started, he followed
at brisk trot. The cab went up the
Boulevard Sebastopol. 1t went pretty
fast. But it was not for nothing that
Fanferlot had won the name of SQuir-
rel. With his elbows glued to his
sides, he ran on. By the time he had
reached the Boulevard st. Denis he be-
gan to get breathless and stiff from a
pain in his side, then the cab abruptly
turned into the Faubourg ST. Martin.
But Fanferlot, who at eight years of
age had been familiar with every
street in Paris, was not to be baff1ed.
He was man of resources. He seized
the springs of the coach, raised him.
self up by the strength of his wrists
and hung on behind, with his legs rest
ing on the axletree of the rear wheels.
He was certainly not comfortable, but,
then, he no longer ran the risk of being
distanced.
"Now," he said behind his false
beard, "drive on"
The man whipped up his horses and
drove rapidly along the hilly street of
the Faubourg st. Martin. Finally at
the old "barrier" the cab stopped in
front of winestore, and the driver
jumped down from his seat and went
in. The detective also left his un-
comfortable post and, crouching in a
doorway, waited for Gipsy and the
stout man to get out, ready to follow
them. Five minutes passed and they
had not alighted.
"What can they be doing all this
time" grumbled the detective.
Stealthily approaching the cab, he
peeped in.
Oh, cruel deception-it was empty!
''Tricked" he said. "Fooled! All,
but I'll make them pay for this!"
In a moment his quick mind had
run over the gamut of possibilities,
probable and improbable.
Evidently" he muttered, ''this man
and Gipsy entered one door and got
out of the other. If so, it was because
they feared being followed. If they
feared being followed, they have un-
easy consciences; therefore,
He suddenly interrupted his solilo-
guy as the idea struck him that he had
better attempt to find out something
from the driver. Unfortunately the
driver was in very surly mood and
not only refused to answer, but shook
his whip in so threatening a manner
that Fanferlot deemed it prudent to
beat retreat.
Perhaps" he muttered, "he and the
driver are one and the samew
But what could he do now at this
late hour? He could not imagine. He
walked dejectedly back to the Quai
st. Michel, and it was half past II
when he reached his own door.
Has the little one returned?" he
inquired Of Nine. Alexandra the in.
slant she opened the door for him.
mo, but here are two large bundles
which have come for her."
Fanferlot hastily opened the bun