Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1902-09-13

ted with all and every sort of ware,
a faro-table, placard setting forth
the fact that the renowned Prof.
Somebody or Other was a most re-
markable phrenologist and worthy
of visit. In fact there vas no say
ing what there was not there. Every
thing that was calculated to be use
full to him in his profession was to
| be found in the room.
For my own part [ am not fond of
DISCUSSES. Indeed on only two or
three occasions, during the whole
course of my professional career,
have I found it necessary to conceal
my identity. But to this willy little
Frenchman disguise was, as often as
not, common occurrence.
Half an hour later, two respect
able elderly gentlemen, looking more
like professors from some eminent
Lycee than detectives, left the house
and proceeded in the direction of the
Folly theater. The performance was
almost at an end when we reached
it, and we mingled with the crowd
who had assembled to watch the
audience come out. The inquiries
we had made proved to be correct,
and it was not very long before /
saw the man I wanted emerge, &C
companied by female, who could
be no other than Nine. Beaumarais.
Hayle was in immaculate evening
dress, and, as could not but admit,
presented handsome figure to the
world. A neat little brougham drew
Up beside the pavement in it's turn,
and into this they stepped. Then the
door was closed upon them, and the
carriage drove away.
"That's my man." said to my
companion, as we watched it pass
out of sight. Tomorrow morning
I shall pay him little visit. think
you were quite right in what you
said about the money. That woman
must have made fairly big hole in
it already"
'You may be quite sure of that"
he answered. ''When she has
finished with him there will not be
much left for anybody else"
"And now-to get these things off
and then home to bed. Tomorrow
will in all probability prove an ex-
citing day"
accompanied him to his room and
removed the disguise which had en-
abled me to see Hayle without his
being aware of my identity, and
then, bidding my friend good night,
returned to ny xSode. Before I
went to bed, however, / sat down
and wrote report of my doings for
Miss Kitwater. Little as / had to
tell, the writing of this letter gave
me considerable pleasure. I could
imagine it coming like breath from
another world to that quiet house at
Bishopstowe. I pictured the girls
face as she read it, and the strained
attention of the two men, who, need
less to say, would hang on every
word. When I had finished it I went
to bed, to dream that Gideon Hayle
and I were swimming a race in the
Seine for Eve gigantic rubies which
were to be presented to the winner
by Miss Kitwater.
Next morning I arose early, went
for stroll along the boulevards,
and returned to breakfast at eight
o'clock. In the matter of my break
fasts in Paris, I am essentially Eng
lish I must begin the day with a
good meal, or I am fit for nothing.
On this particular occasion I sat
down on the best terms with myself
and the world in general. I made an
excellent meal, did the best I could
with the morning paper, but my
French is certainly not above re-
proach, and then wondered when I
should set out to interview the man
whose fight from England had
proved the reason Of my visiting
Paris. Then the door opened and the
concierge entered with the words:
ga gentleman to see monsieur!''
Next moment, to my overwhelming
surprise, no less a person than Gid
con Hayle entered the room.