The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-12-11

etc. ne ..ss,... ..s,-u ihe summer rp- sorts and watering places-Biarritz. Aix-ies- Bains. Luchon. losing in play at the club as much as 10000 francs in one evening. In his regiment he
 had made a couuuest-happily platonic
 -of the colouers daughter. Do you know the type now:
 Well. H was with this man that Jo- seph Rouleta billie was going to fight.
 thought that morning that l had
 sufficiently informed Mime Edith in
 regard to the personality of the bandit
 The night passed without any event
 When the day dawned l saluted it
 with a deep sigh of relief, Rouleta-
 bile was already In the midst of the
 workmen. Iaboring actively in repair
 ing the breaches of the rower R. The
 work was done so expeditiously and
 70 promptly that the strong Chateau of Hercules was soon sealed as her
 medically close as 1t was possible for
 building to be. Seated on a big bowl
 der in the bright sunlight. Rouieta-
 bile began to draw upon his notebook
 the plan which I have submitted to
 the reader, and he said:
 ,"You see. these people believe that I
 am fortifytng the place to defend my
 self Well. thar is merely small part
 of the truth. for am fortifying the
 place because reason bids me do so m order that Larsan cannot get in"
 When I heard a knock at my door
 about n o'clock in the morning and
 the voice of Mere Bernier told me that Rouletabiiie wanted me to get up threw my window wide open and looked out in delight.
 Never had nature appeared to me more sweet. The serene air. the beau dfui shore. the balmy sea. the purple mountains. all this picture to which my northern senses were so little ac- customed. evoked in my mind the thought of some tender. caressing hu- man being. As these thoughts passed through my mind I noticed a man who i, was flashing the sea. could not un- dersfand what had excited his wrath | in this tranquil spot. but be evidently | felt that he had some serious cause for | vsxation. for he never ceased his blows. |
 At this point I was Interrupted by | the voice of Rouletabiile who told me that breakfast was nearly ready. Roule- tabille appeared In the garb of plnsterer. his clothing showing fresh mortar. l asked him whether he had seen the man who was beating the wa ter. and he told me that it was Tullio who was frightening the fishes to drive them into his nets. It was for this reason. l realized, that Tuliio had ob- tainrd the uickname of the "hangman of the sea-
 | he had asked Tullio that morning about the stranger whom he had rowed about in his boat the night before. Tullio had replied that he had no knowledge whatever of whom the man might be; that he was a crazy sort of fellow whom he had taken in as pas senger al Mentone.
 I dressed myself quickly and joined I who told me that we were to have a new guest at luncheon in the person of Old Bob.
 Old Bob made his appearance. And let me say it; let me say 1t here-it vas not this apparition which could nave turned our thoughts toward any hing dark or gloomy. have rarely cen anything more droll than Old Bob walking In the blinding sun of the Springtine in the Midi with tall hat # black beaver. his black trousers. his black spectacles. his white hair and his rosy checks. Yes. yes. we sat there md laughed in the -Tower-of Charles he Bold. And Old Bob laughed with IS. for Old Bob was as gay as child.
 What WAS this old savant doing at he Castle of Hercules: Why did he Iuit his work and precious collection n Philadelphia:
 At the time of bis infatuation for he daughter of NJ. StHngerson. Arthur iance was regarded by American sci : ,ntists as the rising anthropologist. lis subsequent marriage to Edith Prescott revived his enthusiasm for re learch. which she shared. When they iisited ;he regiun of Rochers Rouges he leading scientists of France were moving the government to promote heir work. which was yielding great 'esults. Discoveries in the private J N. Abbo. owner of the res . aurant of the Grotto of Barmn irande. proved that primeval man lad lived there before the glacial 'poch, 100000 years ago.