The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1909-01-07

comrade appeared on the scene ana
laid vigorous hands on them both. The
young man made a quick, instructive
movement toward his right pocket.
where, no doubt. he kept a revolver or
knife. Bernardet seized MS wrist. He
twisted 1t and said:
'IOo nothing rash."
The young man was very strong. hut
the huge Dagonin had herculean BIZ
ceps and the other man did not lack
muscles. Fright. moreover. seemed to
paralyze this tall. young gallant, h
as he saw that he was being hustled
toward a police station, demanded:
'iHave you arrested me, and why"
First for having struck me-" Ber-
nardet replied. still bareheaded. and to
whom a gamin now handed his solled
hat. SAYING to him:
as this yours. M. B~ernardet?'
Eernardet recognized in his W
quarter! That was glory!
The man seemed to wish to defend
himself and still struggled, but one re-
mark OF Dagonin's seemed to pacify
him.
NO rebellion. There is nothing Sc
rtous about your arrest. Do not make
II worse"
The young man really believed that
1t was only a slight matter and he
would be liberated at once. The only
thing that disquleted him was that his
Intoxicated man, suddenly become So
her, had spoken to him as he did a few
moments before In the cabaret.
Tho four men walked quickly along
the almost deserted streets, where the
shopkeepers were putting out their
lights and closing up their shops.
Scarcely anyone who met them would
have realized tlat three OF these men
were taking the fourth to a police sta
ton.
A tricolor flag foated over a door
lighted by a red lantern. The four men
entered the place and found themselves
in q narrow. warm hall, where the
agents of the police were either sleep
ing on benches or reading around the
stove by the light OF the gas lets above
their heads.
Bernardet. looking dolefully at his
broken and soilcd hat, begged the
young mar to give his name and adj
dress to the chief OF the post. The
young man then quickly understood
SQuelette a caught him in a trap. He
at him with an expression of
violent anger. of concentrated rage.
Then he said:
My name? What do you want of
that? I am an honest Why did
ySl hlleSl lIlE w LIal uOeS IL IleHll
Your name2" repeated Bernardet.
The man hesitated.
oh, we'll, I am called Prades. Does
that help you any"
The man wrote: "Prades. P~-r-a-d-e-s
With an accent. Prades. First name?"
Charles, IL you WISH"
Oh" said Bcrnardct, noticing tho
slight difference In the tone of his an
swer we wish nothing. We wish
only the truth"
II have told it,
Charles Prades furnished some fur
ther information in regard to himself.
He was staying at a hotel in the Rue
de Paradis-Polssoniere. a small hotel
used by commercial travellers mcr-
chants OF the second class. He had
been in Paris only a month.
Where was he from? He said that
connected with the commercial house,
OF, rather he had given up the situa-
-tion to 2come>toO Paris to seek his for
tune. But while speaking of sydney
he had in his rather rambling W
let fall the name of Buenos Ayres. and
Bernardet remembered that BuenOs
Ayres was the place where NJ. Revere
had been French consul. The officer
paid nc attention to this at II time,
for what good? Prades' real examina-
ton would be conducted by NJ. Ginory.
He (Bernardet) was not an examining
ldElSIldlCs Ile Was klC 4cEIcl WHO
hunted out criminals.
This Prades was stupefied. then furi-
Gus. when. the examination over, he
learned that he was not tic be immedi-
ately set at liberty.
What! An absurd quarrel. a collision
sufficient to hold a man and make
pass II night in the station house
With all the vagabonds Of both sexes
collected there.
You may beinoan our fate to your
self tomorrow morning." said Bernar-
der.
In the meantime. they searched this
man, who. very pale. making visibly
powerful efforts to control himself Bit
ing his lips and his black beard, while
they examined his pocket book. while
they looked at a Spanish knife with a
short blade which he had Bernardet
had OWNED 1t at the time Of his arrest)
in his right pocket.
The pocket book revealed nothing, It
contained some receipted weekly bills
OF he hotel in the Rue de Paradis,
some envelopes without letters, with
Charles Prades, merchant two bank
bills OF 100 francs II nothing more.
Bernardet very simply asked Prades
how it was that he had upon his per-
son addressed letters which he evident
ly had not received. as they were not
stamped. lie replied:
'aThey are not letters. They are adj
dresses which 1 give instead OF visiting
cards, as I AVE not had time to pro-
cure cards"
''Then the addresses are in your writ.
ing?"
(contisued Mex. Weekly
Tho Immortal.
Since my oul n I are friends,
I go laughing on my road:
Whether up or down it wends.
1 have never felt my load. ~
For the winds keep tryst with me.