Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-11-10

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however. without falling into trouble.
| And in the streets were so many men OF
| so many nations that Skenedonk's attire
! seemed nc more bizarre than the turbans
| of the cas- IT the white burnous or the
! Arab.
| 1t was here that Skendonk took his role
| as guide and stalked through narrow
crooked streets, which by comparison
| made New York. my first experience or a
city, appear plain and open village.
| l do not pretend to know anything
about Paris. some spots in the mystic
! labyrinth stand out to memory SUCH as
| that open space where the guillotine had
! done it's work the site of the bastile, and
| a long street leading from the place OF
/ the bastile parallel with the river; and
/ this / have good reason to remember. 1t
! is called Rue st. Antoine. learned well,
also, a certain prison and part OF the
1 ancient city called Faubourg 1. German.
J One who can strike obscure trans In the
| wilderness of nature, may blunt his hne
| instincts on the wilderness OF man.
This did not befall the Indian. He took
a bee line upon his old tracks. and when
! the place was sighted we threaded what
| seemed to be a rivulet between cliffs, Tor
! a moist depressed street-center kept us
| straddling something like a gutter while
| with outstretched hands we could brace
the opposite walls.
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man. called a concierge. having. dirty
! kerchief around his head; received us
doubtfully., He was not the concierge OF
/ Skenedonk's day. We showed him coin;
and Dr. Chantry sat down in his chair
/ and looked at him with sucn contempt
that his respect increased.
4 The house was clean, and all the stairs
we climbed to the roof were veil secured.
From the mansard there was a beautiful
view of Paris, with forest growth draw
| ing 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 cherish them.
| My poor master stretched himseh on
bed by the stopping wan, and in dis
| gust of life and great pain 'of 4eet, begged
1 us to order a pan of charcoal anu let him
/ die the true Partisan death when that
/ Is not met on the scaffold. Skenedonk
said to me in Iroquoise that Doctor
| Chantry was a sick old woman VINO
ought to be hidden in some place to ole.
and 1t 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.
| NV plans were more ridiculous than
| Skendonks His at least took sober
! shape. while mine were still the wild emo
/ tions of a young mans mind. Many an
hour l had spent on the ship watching
the foam speed past her side trying 10
| forsee my course like hers in trackless
world. But it seemed must walt alertly
| what destiny was making mine.
| We paid for our lodgings, three COM
| modious rooms, though the mansard; my
secretary dragging himself to sit erect
with groans and record the increasing
| debt of myself and my servant.
! Come. Skenedonk, 1 then said. let
| MS 90 down to the earth and buy some
/ thing that Doctor Chantry can eat"
! That benevolent Indian was quite as
i ready to go to market as to abate human
nuisances. And Doctor Chantry said he
| could almost see English beef and ale
1 across the channel; but translated into
| French they would, Of course. be nothing
but poulet and sour wine. piilowed ms
/ feet with a bag cot down which he had
| kicked off his bed and Skenedonk and l
fingered along the paving as we had
many a time fingered through the woods
/ There were book stalls a few feet square
where a manseemed to smother in his own
| Volumes: and victual shops where you
| could almost feed yourself for two or
three sous; and people sitting outdoors
! drinking wine, as IL at a general festival
/ I thought Paris had comfort and pros
perity-with hereditary kings overthrown
| and an upstart in their place. Yet the
4 streets were dirty, with a smell OF an
cientness that sickened me.
We got a loaf of bread as long as
| stan. a pat Of butter in leaf, and
bottle of wine. My servant though I'M
| used TO souaw labor, took on himself the
norterage of our goods, and 1 pushed
tfrom street to street, keenly pleased win
| the novelty. which held somewhere in its
volatile ether the person OF Madame DE
Terrier.
skenedonk blazed our track with his
observant eye. and we told ourselves we
were searching for Doctor Chantry
beef. Being the unburdened hunter
undertook to scan cross places, ana so
came unexpectedly upon the Rue st. An
toine. as a man told me 1t was called. and
a great hurrahing that filled the mouths
of a crowd blocking the thoroughfare
Long live the emperor. they shouted
The man who told me the name of the
street, a baker all in white. with his
tray upon his head, objected contemptu-
ously
Boulongne."
"You never know where he is-he rs
| bere-there-everywher declared anoth-
er workman, in long dark garment like
a hunting-shirt on the outside Of his small
| clothes.
Long live the emperOr-long live the
emperor"
pushed forward as two or three heavy
coaches checked their headlong speed,
and officers parted the crowd.
There he ISL admitted me baker be-
hind me. Something struck me in the
side. and there was Bellenger the potter,
a man thought beyond the seas in Amer
! lea. His head as / saw 1T that moment
put the emperors head out of my mind.
| He had a knife, and though he had used
| the handle / foolishly caught 1t and took
II from him. With all his strength he
then pushed me so that l staggered
| against the wheel of a coach.
Assassin he screamed; and then Paris
| fell around my ears.
If anybody had seen his act nobody
| refrained from joining in the cry.
Assassin! Assassint To the lamp post
with him.
stood stupefied and astonished as an
owl blinking in the sunshine, and two
guards held my collar. The coaches LASH
ed away, carrying the man of destiny
as have since been told he called him
self-as rapidly as possible, leaving the
victim of destiny to be bayed at by that
many-headed dog. the mongrel populaee
of Paris.
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The idiot boy somewhere upon the hills
of Lake George, always in world of
! Foo nyl,snb Gould NOT he discovered again,