The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1902-06-06
THE. CURES
DISAPPEARANCE.
by JOHN II. RAFTERY.


M. Goelet, the jailer at Blossin, was
very proud. Of his prisoner. Bernard,
Sof the Paris bureau, the famous de-
Atiye, had captured him right there
IA The chiefsinn Of the village, where
he Mad been living for two days with
q very FAIR Parisienne whom he called
wife.
Not his wife at all, explained Ber-
nard after the criminal had been
Hlocked up, "and youNmust not permit
Beg to visit him. Md that M'sieu,
no visitors
Y Not even the cure" whispered the
lailer, who was a good Catholic and
Who fancied that the mysterious pris-
10ner must be at least a murderer.
Us he a sober, discreet fellow, this
eure% demanded the pompous Ber-
lard, twirling his mustache grandly
ma glad to see the impression he was
making on the simple jailer.
All, he is discretion ITSELF said
SGoelet, 'besides, he could have no
Bbusiness with the prisoner except for
|confession, and that, you know is Sc
efecy.i itself.
Well, then, you may admit the
leure, but none other on your peri"
Rhe detective was impressive, and NJ.
soelet began to suspect that perhaps
khe prisoner was an arch anarchist.
md mind you, good landlord, not a
Nord to anyone about the prisoner. |
VIII take him to Paris with me on the
hrsf train in the morning. | might
latch the express at Eteinne tonight
hi driving a few leagues, but l am
afraid, er-that is, it would be incau-
llous. Soyou see?'
Indeed I see that you have most
Important prisoner" said Goelet, his
g blue eyes watering with admira-
k60n Of the famous sleuth, "and shall
a1ard him as the apple Of my eye. I
Mould not have mentioned Father
1Polycarp, our good cure, but heis very
Jealous for my prisoners, and always
BONES with consolation for them.
And then, my dear Bernard, it is a
matter Of conscience with me, too,
That guests of my poor house have at
beast the comfort of repentance"
There was much gossip at theinn be-
tween Fifne, the maid Of all work, and
8aston, who combined the offices Of
horse-boy, porter and waiter, about
the arrest Of NJ. Therriot, the hand
some stranger, who, during his brief
Hatay, had been astonishingly liberal
al tips. Fifne had seen him and
8e mysterious Bernard meet in the
little hallway that day, heard them ac-
cost each other first as strangers, then
excitedly, and finally watched them
march off to the tsWp jail after brief
eohference with NJ Theriot. Gas
quickly apprises the strange
81 had spent hours watching the
Oh door to NJ Goelet's dreaded bas-
tile, and when Bernard came out
alone, rubbing his hands with salts
faction, he. had carried the news to
Fifne, who, as bound by custom and
Instinct, retailed the mysterious story
to the butcher, the baker and the can
dlestick maker, so that by nightfall
The whole village knew Of the arrest of
AZ gheriot and that he had left be-
hind him in the inn a beautiful wife
loaded with diamonds.
Gpod Father Polycarp had the news
from his gardener, who said that '"The-
riot famous murderer, had been
esnght by the Paris police" and was at
that moment bound and shackled in
a''ef GoelePs darkest dungeon.
AZ opportunity seldom came to
alous cure, and he was plainly
AT IL o'clock the gardener
im go out through the private
at the south of the garden, and
whittier he was bent. Goelet,
hissudden importance, had dis
lis assistant and was sitting
title Office chatting with M.
when Father Polycarp came
asked that he might carry the