The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1909-01-07
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thought.
1t seemed. then. that he knew the
dead man.
All the people gathered IN this little
hall. II asked in regard to this murder.
would have said: "Rovere!" THE Ro-
we're AFFAIR."" 1.-THE Revere murder!"
Not who a not known the victim
would have said:
IN. Rovare!"'
The man knew him then. This sim
pie word, in the officers opinion, meant
much.
The manager o that.
having become q skeleton, the dear
brother who had lent himself to this
experiment. would return to his natural
state. "freshier and roster than before
He added pleasantly. "A thing which
does not generally happen to ordinary
This vulgar dro'iery caused u great
laugh. which the audience heartily in
duiged In. 1t made an outlet for their
pent up feelings, n they all felt as IL
they had awakened from a nightmare.
The man in h combrero. whose pale
face was paler han before, was the
only man who did not smile. He oven
frowned iercely (noted by Bernardet)
when the manager added:
You are not in the habit of seeing
a dead man resuscitated the next day.
Between us. 1t would keep the world
pretty full
Evidently" thought Bernardet, my
young gentleman is i'll at ease.'
His only thought was to find out his
identity and to learn where he had
spent his life and especially his last
days. But how?
He did not hesitate long. He left the
place. even before tho mar In the coffin
had r%eappeared. smiling at the audi
0nra fHA Dt(1n1 <kcor~I> %la ~---.5
repeating. "Pardon-I beg pardon!"
traversed rapidly the hall where new
Corners were c%onversing over their bev-
erages. and. stepping out into the
street. looked up n down. A light fog
enve!oped everything, and the gaslights
n lights In h shop windows showed
ghostly throw 1T. The passersby. the
cabs. h tramways, bore a spectral
look.
Bernardet was searching for
was O policeman. He saw two chatting
together and walking slowly along un-
der the ieaf,ess trees. In three steps,
at each step turning his head to watch
the people coming out Of the cabaret. he
reached the men. While speaking to
them he did not take his eyes from the
door OF that place where he had left the
young man in the gray felt hat.
"Dagonin." he said. you must fol-
low me, II you please. and pull me in!'
L am going to pick a drunken quarrel
with a particular person. Interfere and
arrest us both. Understands"
Perfectly" Dagonin replied.
de looked at his Colnrade, who car
ried his ham to, his shake and saluted
Bernardet.
The little man, who had given his d.
recttOns IN a quick tone, was already
far away. He stood near the door Of
the cabaret gazing %searchingly at each
person who came out. TIL looks he
cast We're neither direct. menacing nor
even familiar. He had pulled his hat
down to his eyebrows, and he cast side
glances at the crowd pouring from the
door OF the wineshop.
He was astonislled that the man in
the somhrero had not yet appeared.
Possibly the man had stopped, on his
way out, in the front hall. CHANGING
through the open door, I3ernardet saw
that he was right; The young man was
oaken tables. with a glass of greenish
liquid before him. He needs alcohol
to brace him up growled the oficer.
II a wait till he has finished his
absinth," said Bernardet to himself.
The door was hut again.
He had not long to wait. After a
small number Of persons had left the
place, the door opened and. the man in
the cray felt hat appeared, stopped on
the threshold and. as Bernardet had
done, scanned the horizon and the
street. B~ernardet turned his back and
seemed to De walking away from the
wlnestop, leaving the mar free. With
a Keen glance or two over his shoulder
toward him, Bernardet crossed the
street and hurried along at a rapid pace
In order to gain on the young man and
by this maneuver to find himself di-
rectly In front of the unknown. The
ma seemed to hesitate. walked quickly
nfnyNn. fnn nvrH n %p,, -A---LIS
the Place Pigalle. in the direction where
Royere's apartments were, but suddenly
stopped. turned on his heel, repassed
the Cabaret du Squelette, and went to-
ward the Moulin Rouge. which at arst.
Bernardet thought. he was about to
enter: AS he stood there. the vanes Of
the Moulin Rouge. turning about, light
ed up the windows of the opposite
buildings Inc made them look as IL
they We're on fire. AT last, obeying an
other impulse, he suddenly crossed the
boulevard. as IL to return into Paris.
leaving Montmartre, the cabarets and
Rovere's house behind him. He walked
briskly along and a against a man
"a little lman-whom he had not no
ttced. h seemed suddenly to detach
himself from the wall and who fell
against his breast, hiccoughing and
cursing in vicious tones.
.'Imbecile!"
The young man wished to push away
the intoxicated man. who. with hat
over his eyes. chung to him and kept
repeating:
1.-THE street.-the streets 1T not
free-the street,"
Yes. 1t was certainly a drunken man
a man in a sn1ock, but a little
fellow. a bourgeois. with hat askew and
q thick voice.
II am not stopping you. The
street is free, I tell you'll"
We'll, II 1t Is free I want it!"
The voice was vigorous, but showed
sudden anger. a strident tone, a slight
foreign accent, Spanish perhaps.
The drunken man probably thought
him i%nsolent, for. still hiccoughing, he
answered.:
"Oh, you want it, do you? You want
1t? l want 1T! The king says we
WISH don't you know?
With another movement he lost his
equilibrium and half fell. his head
hanging over, and he clutched the man
he held in a sudden embrace.
1T is mine also-the street-you
knOw!"
With sudden violence the man dis
embarrassed himself Of this caressing
creature. He thrust aside his clinging
arms with a movement 30 quick and
strong that the Intoxicated man this
time fell. his hat rolled into the gutter
and he lay on the sidewalk.