The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1906-08-02

panIons OF his fallen days, until he
had arrived at the stage he had
craved to reach for one-aad-thirty
weary and thirsty days; the stage
when conscience retired to its kennel
and ceased 10 bark at him; the stage
where the contemplation of his bank
rupt resources ceased TO worry him;
the stage where roses bloomed every
where. until sleep gripped him and
the day called him to headache and
new remOrSes.
II Is not TO be supposed that Billery
as yet was drunk He had reached
the expansive and affectionate period
when misfortune had no power 10
wound and he was ready to love his
greatest enemy as a brother. He
walked steadily. with perhaps rath.
or more stately bearing than common.
and his eye was bright Now and
again he smiled. and people who
passed him thought him very haT
and good.humored gentleman, bur
you had asked him what he smiled al
he could not have toIu you 10 save his
life The sick spirit of the man was
out Of pain, as it never was when he
was altogether sober.
The gas lights were twinkling in the
delightful summer dusk. and the hail
of the building in which Alexis Brang-
wyn had his London pieda-terre was
not vet illuminated He knew his way
fairly well. but he was stepping with
caution i'm the dark when the door Of
the chambers OF which he was in
search suddenly opened, and in the
gush Of clear electric light which
came from within he saw the figures
OF Alexis Brangwyn and his old serv-
ant Grimaud. 1t was not at all a sur
prising or unnatural thing that the
Frenchman should call upon his an
cient employer, from whom, so far as
Billery knew, he had parted on friend
ly terms. Yet 1t struck him oddly. and
he thought of his chance encounter
with the foreigner as he met him
Fastening apparently in the direction
of Agar row.
There, now" Alexis was saying,
"for heavens sake, go. II you have
anything more 10 say, put it in writ
ing. Don't come here again" He
spoke In French. and Grimaud an
swered in the same language.
II do not like writing, Monsieur
Alexis II Is not safe"
There Billery thought it well TO re-
veal his presence by a cough. The
two men started violently and turned
toward him.
"Helloa, Billery," said Alexis, in an
unsteady voice. That you, old fel.
low? Come inside. Good night,
Adolphe. You remember Adolphe,
Billery, don't you, in the old barrack
in the Cite d'Antin?"
"Oh, yes" said Billery, 81 remem-
Der Adolphe. l met him only the 9th
er day. How do you do, Adolphe?"
Billery thought he guessed some
thing of what had happened. The
face of Alexis was in the shade and
1t was not possible to see it clearly,
but his eyes looked wild and staring,
and the hand which he had stretched
out in greeting had shaken in his
own like the hand OF man with a
palsy.
Go in, Billery," said Alexis. Good
night, Adolphe."
Billery passed in and Alexis closed
the door behind him From the en-
trance hall they passed into an apart
ment of fine proportions, exquisitely
furnished, with almost feminine
character In it's luxuriance, except
that it was rich with statuary and
heavily-framed paintings. There were
flowers in profusion, and the lustrOus
grand piano was fairly banked about
with them, as If the room had been
prepared for some sort Of festival.
Billery knew the fashion. 1t was one
of his old friends harmless eccentrici-
ties to live in a conservatory But
there was one thing that struck his
eye and held 1t. On a dainty table of
marqdeterie, in the middle of the
room, stood dainty little gallipot,
and the gallipot was half.filled with
dirty grey paste. Billery looked from
this object to his friend, and Alexis
face was frightful. A very pang of
pity shook the visitor.
MY poor, poor, dear old pail" said
Billery. with sudden tears singing in
his eyes. What Is the matter?"
Natter" said Alexis. What
should be the matter?"
ALEX" said Billery. with his hand
on his friends shoulder, petting and
soothing him, II more than guess the
purpose of that fellows visit. had
half a mind to tell you myself to-
night"
Your" answered Alexis. "You?
Good heavens!" His legs failed be-
meath him, and he dropped as II he
had been poleaxed. BY pure hazard
there was great padded armchair
behind him. otherwise he would have
measured his length upon the floor.
Il can understand how horribly
shocked you must be-" said Billery,
with deep sympathy in his face and
voice. Alexis looked at him with q
sort of helpless wonder seeming to re-
place the horror In his eyes. But