The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1908-10-15
Copyright. 1927. by
r. F. Fenno
81 Co.

anu tElS evenings! can we not go L
the little theater at Montmarte thi!
evening""
4 do not know" he replied.
You promised. The poor children.
You promised to take them to see Clio
serie des Genets."
i cannot tell. I do not know. I will
see" he little man said. my dea,
Monfche, today is my fortteth birthday
l promised to take them to the theater
but l must go with you" Turning tc
mis- wife, he added: Blu I will come
pack as soon as I can Come, Moniche
let US hasten to your Nj. Rovere."
He kissed his wife on the forehead
and each little girl on both cheeks, and
Swapping the camera in the bandolier
ne went out. followed by the tailor. AS
they walked quickly along Moniche
Kept repeating. Still WARNINGS NJ
Bernardet, still warm"
CHAPTER II.
Bernardet was quite an original
character. Among the agents, some OF
whom We're very odd, and among the
devoted subalterns this little man, with
ms slngular mind, with his Unsuitable
curiosity, reading anything he could
lay his hands on, passed for a literary
person. His chief sometimes laughing
ly said to him:
"Bernardet. take care. You have
literary ambitions. You will begin to
dream OF writing for the papers,"
ooh. no, M, Morel! But what would
you? l am simply amusing myself"
This was true. Bernardet was a born
hunter. With a superior education he
might have become a savant, a fire.
quenter of libraries, passing his life in
working on documents and in deciph-
ering manuscripts. The son of a
dairyman, brought up In a Ian
castrial school, reading with avidity
all the daily papers, attracted
by everything mysterious which
happened in Paris, having accom-
piished his military duty. he APP
piled for admission to the police bu-
reau, as he would have embarked for
the new world, for Mexico or for Ton
gum, IN order to trave in a new coun-
try. Then he married, so that he
mlght nave IN his checkered existence,
Wnich was dangerous n wearying, a
maven OF rest, a fireside of peaceful Joy.
So he lived a double life. tracking
malefactors like a bloodhound and cuI-
t1vating his little garden. There he
old books, for which he had
pald a few sous at some book stall. He
read ana pasted In old odd leaves, re-
bound them himself and cut Clippings
from papers. He filled his round. bald
head with a mass of facts which he I'M
vestigated. classified, put into their
place, to be brought forth as
occasion demanded.
AAS was III =llQulSFktFo persona VerV
inquisitive person indeed. Curiosity
fllied his life. He performed with pleas
ufe the most fatiguing and repulsive
tasks that fall to a police officers lot.
'Ihey satisfied the original need of his
nature and permitted him to see every
thing, to hear everything, to penetrate
into the most curious mysteries-todav.
in a dress suit with white tie, care
lessly glancing over the crowds at the
opera to discover the thieves who took
opera glasses, which they sent to ac-
completes in Germany to be sold. TO
morrow going in a ragged clothes to
arrest a murderer in some cutthreat
den in the Glaciere.
M. Barnardet had taken possession
of the office OF the most powerful
bankers seized their books and made
them go away with him in a cab. He
Ia followed, by order, the i~ntrigues
Of more than n fine lady, who owed
to him her salvation. What lie M. Ber-
nardet had thought At to speak? But
he never spoke, n reporters came out
view with him. An interview is silver.
but silence is gold" he was wont to
say, for he was not a fool.
He had assisted al spiritual seances
inc attended secret meetings of an
He had occupied himself with
occult matters, consulting the maai-
Clans of chance, and he had at his
tongues end the list of conspirators.
He knew the true names of the famous
Greeks who shuffied cards as one scouts
about under an assumed name. The
gambling hells were all familiar to
He knew the churches in whose
dark corners associates assembled to
talk Of affairs, who did not wish to be
seen in beer shops or spied upon in
cabarets.
OF the millions in Paris he knew the
secrets OF this whirlpool of humanity.
Oh, If he had eyer become project OF
police, he would have studied his
Paris, not at a distance, looking IN
statistics In books, or from the win
dows of a police bureau, but in the
streets, in wretched lodgings, in novels.
in the asylums of misery and of crime.
But Bernardet was not ambitious. Life
suited him very we'll as he found it.
His good wife had brought to him a
small dover, and Bernardet, content
with this poor little fortune. found that
he had all the owe he wanted-the
power, when occasion demanded, of
putting his hand on the shoulder of a
former minister and Of taking a muir
.derer by the throat.
One day a financier, threatened with
Imprisonment in Mazas, pleased him
very much. Bernardet entered his office
to arrest him. He did not wish to have
a row in the bank. The police officer
banker found themselves alone,
to face, in a very small room, a
private office with heavy curtains and
q thick carpet, which stifled all noise.
Fifty thousand francs If you will let
escape" said the banker
M. lie Comte jests.n
"a hundred ~thousand!'
The pleasantly is very great, but 1t
is a pleasantly"
Then the count. very pale, said, And
what il I crack your head? 2.
My brother officers are waiting for.
me" Bernardet simply replied. They
know that interview does not
promise to be a long one, and this last
proposition. which / wish to forget like
the others. would only aggravate. I be-
|lieve. II Il became known. NJ. lie Comics
case"
Two minutes afterward the banker
followed him with barred head. The