Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-11-28
CHAPTER XII.

 nongrel populace of Paris.
 CHAPTER XII
 M NE glimpse of skenedonks 9 caught while we marched along Rue St. Antoine, the
 gendarmes protecting me from the crowd. He thought was going to the scaffold, where many strapping fellow had gone in the Paris of his youth, and fought to reach me, laying about him with his loaf of bread. Skene- donk would certainly trail me and find a way to be of use unless he broke into trouble as readily as had done.
 My guards crossed the river in the neighborhood of palaces and came by many .windings to huge pile rearing its back near garden place, and there was turned over to jailers and dark ness. The entrance was unWhole A man at table opened a tome which might have contained all the names in Paris. He dipped his quill and wrote by candlelight.
 Political offender or common crim- inalg' he inquired.
 Political offender the officer am swered
 What Is he charged with?''
 Trying to assassinate the emperor in his post chaise.''
 La, la, lav' the recorder grunted. Another attempt! And gunpowder put in the street to blow the emperor up only last week. Good luck attends him-oniy few windows broken and It'll Ina the act, was this fellow?"
 with the knife in his hand.'' ssWhat name g'' the recorder inquired. had thought on the answer and told him merely that my name was Will Hams.
 "Esh, bien. M. veeleeum Take him to the east side among the political of lenders" said the master jailer to an assistant or turnkey.
 But ia's full,', responded the turn key.
 Shove him in some place" Es ] They searched me, and thea turnkey lighted another candle. The meager- ness of my output was beneath re- mark. When he had led me up a flight of stone steps he paused and in- quired:
 tsHave you any money?' s.No-''
 "so much the worse for you"
 aWhatsis the name of this .prison?" asked {. -sssf sss asfrs sassg
 .'Ste. Pelagie.' z he answered. ssIf you have no money and expect to eat here, you better give me some trinket to sell for you.''
 T have no trinkets to give you" He laughed.
 Your shirt or brooches will do.'Fs FLAT men shut up here. to starve?'' The Jailer shrugged. # snse
 .The bread is very bad, and the beans too hard to eat. We do not furnish the, rations; it is not our fault. The rule here is nothing buys nothing. But sleep in your brooches while you can. You will soon be ready enough to eat ;then.o sasaslss s5s s,s .essr.., ss- was ready enough to eat them then. but forebore to let them know it. The whole place was damp and foul. We passed along corridor less than four feet wide, and he unlocked cell from which revolting Odor came Thero was no light except what strained through loophole under the ceiling. He turned the key upon me, and I held my nose. Oh, for deep draught of the wilderness.
 There seemed to be an iron bed at one side, with heap of rags on top. sI resolved to stand up all night before trusting myself to ofthat.couch. The cell was soon explored. Two strides in each direction, measured it. The stone walls were marked or cut with names could dimly see.
 Ischose one of the two corners not occupied by the i'll odored bed, sat down and fell asleep, dropping my cares. A grating of the lock disturbed me. The jailer pushed a jug of water into the room and replaced the bolts.
 Afterward, do not remember any, thing except that the stone was not warm and my stomach craved, until a groaH1s in my ear stabbed sleep. I sat up, awake in every nerve. There was nobody in the cell with me. Perhaps the groan had come from neighbor- ing prisoner.
 Then a faint stir of covering could be heard upon the bed. Y I rose and pressed as far as Iscould into my corner. No beast of the will derness ever had such terror for me as the unknown thing that had been my cell mate half a night without my knowledge.
 Was . vampire-a demon--a witch 2 ghost locked in there with me?
 It moaned again, so faintly that com passion instantly got the better of < superstition.
 Who is there7' | demanded, as if the Knowledge or name would cure