The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1908-12-17
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went home to dinner in Il jubllant
mood. His three little girls dressed
alike, clasped him round the neck, all
at the same time, while Mime. Bernar-
Diet, always fresh, smiling II gay,
held up her face with it's soft, round,
rosy cheeks to him.
My little ones said the officer, II
believe that / have IA we'll, and that
MY chief VIII advance me or give me
some acknowledgement. / will buy you
some bracelets, my dears, If that hap
pelH. But 1t is not the idea of filthy
Iucre which has urged ME on, and /
believe that / have certainly made a
great stride In judiciary instruction, all
loEg an explanation and perhaps Il per-
fectly useless one. Let us go to dim
fer. l am IS hungry as a wolf"
He ate, truly, with a good appetite,
scarcely stopped to tell how the as
sassin was under lock and key. The
come a number In the collection, al
ways increasing, of accused persons in
the catalogue continued each day for
the museum Of crime.
All! He is not happy" said Ber-
pardet between two spoonfuls of soup.
Not happy. not happy at all. Not
happy, and astonished-protesting,
moreover, his innocence, as they all do.
1t Is customary"
"But," sweetly asked good little
1MlHe. peIIlaFoett what II ne is lnfo-
cent?" And the three little girls. rails
ing their heads. looked at their father
as II u repeat their mothers question.
The eldest murllured, Yes, hat il
mamma IS right?"
Berflardet shrugged his shoulders.
go hear them, If one listened to
them, one would believe them all limo
cent and the crimes would nave to
commit themselves. If this one is in
nocept, l shall be astonished as if |
should see snow fall In Paris in June.
He viii have to prove that he is inno-
cent. These things prove themselves.
Give me some more soup, Melanie."
As Nine. Bernardet turned a ladeiful
of hot soup irto her husbands plate she
softly asked: Are there no innocent
ones condemned? DO you never de-
ceive gourself2" Bernardet did not
stop eating. II cannot say. No one is
infallib,e. no one. The s~hrewdest de-
setNe themselves; they are sometimes
duped, hut it is rare, very rare. AS
well TO say that 1t does not happen
Lesuraues, yes (and the three little girls
opened wide their large blue eyes as
at n piay), the Lesurques of the Courier
de Lyon. who has made you weep so
many times at the theater at Mont
martre. One would like to revise his
trial II reinstate him, but no one has
been able TO do II. ! have studied his
trial. BY my faith, | swear, / would
condemn him still-Ah, what good
soup!"
But this one today?' asked Nine.
Bernardet. Are you certain? What is
his natne?'
"Dantin-Jacaues Dantin. Oh. he is
0 gentleman--a very fine man. elegant
indeed-some Bohemian of the upper
class who evidently needed money and
who rover had some valuables in
MS SAFE, The occasion made the thief,
and there It is."
Papa" Interrupted the eldest Of the
three little girls, 'canst thou take us
TO see the trial when he shall be
swornY"
"l'ha depends. 1t is not easy. will
try. / Will ask. II thou wilt work hard
oh, dame. said Bernardet. that will
be Il dramal"
Il will work hard
All" he said, opening a paper
coffee. he allowed his three little girls
TO dip Jumps OF sugar into his saucer,
lie threw himself into his easy chair:
se gave a sigh of satisfaction, like q
1fhll whose daily wearisome tasks are
Shina him, and who is catching a
~ otneltss fGpose
which his wife had placed on a table
ilslr him, together with a little glass
81 cordial sent to them by some cousins
Va Burgundy, II am going to see what
ls5s happened and what those good
journalists have invented about the A.
W. - N''t " We AltCIlN, u Il rs
true II is y steeple chase between the
reporters and US, Sometimes they win
the race in the mornings. At other
times. when they know NOTTINGHAM,
Tlasn they invent. they embroider their
histories"
Is petroleum lamp lighted the paper
which .sernardet ullfolded and began to
read.
set US see what L.utece says
ise suddenly remembered what Paul
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journal" The woman in black. found
IN the p~seEincs,ss did she really exist?
Had the novelist written a romance in
order TO follow the Example OF his
friend He looked over the paper to see
II FSr1 Fodder had elaborated, as his
friend had. Eernardet skipped over the
hradiines and glanced at the theatrical
news. "poliiics--they are all the same
TO rle--alinisterial crisis-nothing new
about that. That could as we'll be pub
I1she In Yesterdays p per as today's.
The Crime OF the Boulevard de Clichy.
All, good. Very good. We SHAH see.
And he begun to read. Had Paul Rodier
Invented all the information to which
he had treated the public? What was
certain was that the police officer
and now save strict attention
TO what he was reading. as if WEIGHING
the reporters words.
Rodisr mad repnblished the biography
OF the ex-coasIl. M. Revere had beer
mixed In South America In violent
dramas. He was d romantic person,
about whom more than the adventure
IN Bueaos Ayres was known. The re-
pcrser had gained his information from
an gAregntiana Journal. the Presna, es-
tahlished In Paris, and whose editor. IN
America. had visited intimately
y French consul.
The appearance of a woman In black.
those visits made OF fixed dates. as on
anniversaries. revealed an intimacy. 4
srelp5ionsI'ip. perhaps, of the murdered
man with that unknown woman. The
woman was young, elegant and did
ro live IN Paris. Rodier had set him
self to discover her retreat, her name,
and perha2 s, thanks to her, TO unrayel
the Inystery which still enveloped the
murder.
IIeuhs 'raat Is not very precise In
formation thought the police officer
Hut at feast aWoKe Bermardet's curios.
ity and Intelligence. 1t solved 10 prob.
lem but Is put one. nj. de Satiaaes
famous search for theswoTnan came naf.
Hraily 70 Paul Tsodserfs pen, and he I'll.
isaed the article with some details
:lbcut jacques Isalitin. the Intimate. 1he
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