The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-16


view of Paris, with forest growth drawing
close to the heart of the city. For on that
side Of the world men dare not murder
trees, but are obliged to respect and cher
ish them. AZ. s-.
My poor master stretched himself on
bed by the STOPPING wall, and in disgust
of life and great pain Of feet, begged us
to order a pan of charcoal and let him
die the true Partisan death when that Is
not met on the scaffold. Skenedonk said
to me in Iroquois that Doctor Chantry
was sick old woman who ought to be
hidden some place to die, and it was his
opinion that the blessing Of the church
would absolve US. We could then make
use Of the pouch Of coin to carry on my
plans.
My plans were more ridiculous than
Skenedonk's. His at least took sober
shape, while mine were still the wild
emotions of a young mans mind. Many
an hour had spent on the ship, watching
the foam speed past her side, trying to
foresee my course like hers In a traclSless
world. But it seemed I must wait alertly
for what destiny was making mine.
We paid for our lodgings, three COM
modious rooms, though. in the mansard;
my secretary dragging himself to sit
erect with groans and record the increas-
ing debt Of myself and my servant.
Come. Skenedonk," then said. "Let
us go down to the earth and buy some
thing that Doctor Chantry can eat"
That benevolent Indian was quite as
ready to go to market as to abate human
nuisances. And Doctor Chantry said he
could almost see English beef and ale
across the channel; but translated into
French they would, Of course, be nothing
but poulet and sour wine. I pillowed his
feet with bag Of down which he had
1t off HI had nd
fingered along the paving as we had many
a time fingered through the woods. There
were book stalls few feet square where
a man seemed smothered in his own vol
umes; and victual shops where you could
almost feed yourself for two or three
sous; and people sitting outdoors drinking
wine, as if at a general festival. thought
Paris had comfort and prosperity-with
hereditary kings overthrown and an up
start In their place. Yet the streets were
dirty, with a smell of ancientness that
sickened me.
We got loaf Of bread as long as a
staff, pat of butter in q leaf, and a bot
tie Of wine. My servant, though unused
to squaw labor, took on himself the por-
terage Of our goods, and 7 pushed from
street to street, keenly pleased with the
novelty, which held somewhere in Its VIOLA
tile ether the person Of Nine. de Ferrier
observant eye, and we told ourselves VIC
were searching for DR.. Chantry's beef
Being the unburdened hunter I undertook
to scan cross places, and so came un-
expectedly upon the Rue St. Antoine, as a
| man told me it was called, and a great
| hurrahing that filed the mouths Of {
! crowd blocking the thoroughfare.
Long live the emperor" they shouted
| The man who told me the names Of the
street, baker all in white, with hi:
| tray upon his head, objected contemptu
ously.
1.-The emperor is not in Paris; he is II
| Boulogne."
you never know where he is--he Ii
| ere-there-everywhe declared an
| other workman. in a long dark carmen
| like a hunting shirt on the outside Of hi
| small clothes.
Long live the emperor!-long hive tn
EMPEROR
pushed forward as two or three heav,
coaches checked their headlong speed
and officers parted the crowd.
There he is'' admitted the baker be
hind me. Something struck me in tn
side and there was Bellenger the potte,
a man / thought beyond the seas Il
America. His head as I saw it tina
moment put the emperor's head out Of m
| mind. He had knife, and though he ha
used the handle. foolishly caught it an
took it from him. With oil his strengt
he then pushed mo 80 that I staggere
against the wheel Of q coach.
"Assassin!'' he screamed; and then Par1
fell around my ears.
If anybody had seen his act nobody re
Trained from joining in the cry.
"Assassin! Assassin! To the lamp pos
with him.
1 stood stupef1ed and astonished as a
owl blinking in the sunshine, and tw
guards held my collar. The coache
dashed away, carrying the man of des
:, tiny-as I have since been told he Gale
, hirnself-as rapidly as possible, leaving tt
, victim Of destiny to be bayed at by thu
, any-headed dog, the mongrel populae
Of Paris.
(To be continued tomorrow