Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1908-04-10

is hopeless. has no bottom. He Is very
shrewd. He adopts a hundred DISCUSSES.
An EngIishman stops you on the street at
nine o'clock and asks you the way. 1t
is Monsieur Cassagne. At ten, Ger
man shoemaker, leathern apron and all,
injuries what time it is. 1t is Monsieur
Cassagne little further on crossing |
sweeper begs for few SOUS 1t is Cas-
sagne again Finally, you see him out
side one of the cafes, slipping his choco-
late. only you don't recognize him, for
he is a merchant or perhaps swell of
the boulevards. All, but he is a wonder
full man, is this Alfred Cassagne."
do you know where he lives|
certainly, a cousin of mine once work
ed for him. l have been in his house.
1t is the Rue de Petits Champs thirty
six is the number"
81 intend to employ a detective on this
matter" said the doctor, presently, "and
as l don't know one from another, | am
inclined to say, why not your friend,
Alfred Cassagne? Slip on your bonnet
and shawl, Louise. | want you to take
message to the telegraph Office"
The doctor took blank from drawer
and wrote his dispatch.
"Take that" he said, handing it to the
housekeeper. ut is a message to your
wonderful Cassagne, asking him to meet
me tomorrow morning at the Chateau
| Vuleneuve. We shall be on the ground
there. and he will have chance to show
what he is made of.
The old lady's face wore beaming ex-
preston. She put the telegram in her
pocket as if it were some precious jewel.
"You will not regret 1t, monsieur, for,
as have assured you, you will find Mon
sieur Cassagne very clever person
Already in her simple mind, the gloomy
gates of La Mazas had swung back upon
their massive hinges, and the young
friend of her kind master stepped forth,
a free and happy man.
1t was a beautiful morning; the birds
sang melodously in the trees which sur
rounded the Chateau Vileneuve DR..
Mason had arrived from Paris on an early
train, and was now pacing impatiently
to and fro on the broad terrace in front
of the house. In his hand he held .
telegram which he had received from M.
Cassagne, the detective. He was glancing
at it for perhaps the twentieth tlme'
when one of the windows of the morning
room, which was on a level with the
, ground, suddenly opened, and Emily
Weldon stepped out upon the terrace
: She was pale even to ghastliness. MOI
I withstanding the fatigues of the previous
t day, she had passed a sleepless night
o The upper chambers of the chateau
/ had all been placed nuder seal. Undel
f the inexorable criminal laws OF France
she had ben denied even the consolation
of watching by the body of her bene
factress and her excited condition
o mind precluded her from taking that re
e pose of which she was no much in need
Harriet, on the contrary, to who's
e softer nature the relief of tears had no
/" been denied, had, toward daybreak. talle
d, asleep on a sofa. Utterly worn out D
the events of the last twenty-four hours
lie she now slumbered as peacefully as
is infant, which, excited by some chlldls
er tribulation, sinks at last to rest IN IL
s, mothers arms.
he Emily advanced few steps along tn
ne terrace toward DIR. Mason, who hastene
IT. to meet her. Her first question was
h, to whether NJ Cassagne, the detectiv
ke had yet arrived, for the doctor had tel
rk graphed her that they would both
a there in the morning.
de 81 am expecting him every minute, r
y, piled Mason This telegram reached n
r. late last night at my house in Paris.
lis should gather from it that he is We
peculiar parsonage indeed. Just look
ed that and tell me what you make OF it.
=" She took the telegram and read It,
faint smile upon her lips.
he ut certainly is a curious productlo
as He seems to put more stress on how
he shall be fed than anything else.
OF. "Win be at villeneuve at nine morni
please have omelette au rhum and trufi
is breakfast will bring my own coffee.
as ALFRED CASSAGNE.'
ne al am told he is an odd creature" c
an served the doctor, "but also that he
he one of the most remarkable men in
line that has been known since the da
Did Of Fouche. 1t is very strange that
Ter does not come. 1t is now nearly hi
past nine."
no ITO be continued)