Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-10-25

this time had been standing by clapping
her hands, and seemingly evincing as
much delight, when wig or a pair OF
handouts was unearthed from the depths
of the detectives capacious pockets, as
the child herself.
Nine. Rosa Cresson, from whose face
all trace of amusement had now vanished,
and who sat easily in her chair prepared
to listen to the detective, was a woman
with a history. Married at an early age
and cruelty deserted by her husband, she
had been thrown upon her own resources.
There were many occupations open to her
by which she could have earned living.
She could have found employment in
dressmaking had she chosen, for she was
an expert with her needle. She could
have taught the piano, or set up as a
translator of foreign documents, for she
was a very fine linguist. Her personal
charms and accomplishments were great
enough to have induced many theat-
rical manager to take her up, and proba-
bly, she would have drifted on to the stage
if it had not been for a slight incident
which turned her from it, and presenting
an opening in an entirely new field, de-
cided her to adopt her present calling.
One day she entered the Bon Marche
to do some shopping. She had made her
purchases, paid for them and had reached
the door when a heavy hand was laid
upon her shoulder. Turning, she was con-
fronted by one of the foOrWalkers, who
accused her of taking a piece of silk from
the counter. Indignant at the charge, she
made an imprisoned appeal, on the spur
of the moment, to a gentleman standing
near. Her appeal was successful. The
gentleman accompanied her into the office
of the manager, became voucher for her
honesty, and offered if given half an
hours time to produce the stolen prop
erty. The time was accorded him, and
he left the office, to return with the piece
of silk in question, which he had COM
PEELED a notorious female shoplifter to
disgorge just as she was being bowed out
by an obsequious shOpman to her carriage.
you had better strike the Marquise de
Brabant from your books, MONSIEUR he
had observed, laconically, when the man.
ager insisted that one of his best Gus
toners had been insulted.
''That woman's real name is Bergeret.
l thought everybody knew her. Now you
will please pay this lady five hundred
francs, and let her come with me. l can
promise you she will institute no action
for damages"
The manager was thunderstruck.
"Who are you?" he gasped.
Il am Alfred Cassagne; you may have
heard of me. Good morning"
Then he took little Celeste Cresson IN
his arms and, accompanied by the CRATE
full young mother, left the store. She
was half fainting when he lifted her into
a cab. He felt that it would be sheer
brutality to leave her. He seated him
self beside her, and babe the driver seek
the address she gave him. On the way
Nine. Cresson sat up and told him her
sad history. She must find work soon,
she confessed, for her money was nearly
exhausted. Then it was that he told her
how to enter a new profession.
1.-THE proprietors of all those large
stores would give you business, if spoke
to them. l also will give you employ
ment."
That was how Nine. Cresson became a
female detective, and at the time of this
interview had become the most famous in
her line in Paris.
ITO be continued.)