Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1909-01-08
The Crime of s'sE';; ;s &c: :
s q |; the Boulevard

/ vere's name. IN. Revere? Why did he
I speak 10 me of M. Rovere?" Bernadet
1t seemed, then. that he knew the
dead man.
All the people gathered in this little
hall, IL asked In regard to this murder,
would have said: "Roverel" THE Ro-
we're AFFAIR."" 1.-THE Revere murderl"
Not one who had not known the victim
would have said:
IN. Roverel"
The man knew him then. This sim
pie word, in the officers opinion, meant
much.
The manager now announced that,
having become a skeleton. the dear
brother who had lent himself TO this
experiment would retur to his natural
state. "freshier and roster than before"
He added pleasantly, "A thing which
does not generally happen to ordinary
skeletons
This vulgar drollery caused a great
laugh, which the audience heartily in
dulged in. 1t mad an outlet for their
pent up feelings, and they all felt as II
they had awakened from a nightmare.
The man I'm the combrero, whose pale
face was paler than before, was the
only man who did not smile. He even
frowned fiercely (noted by Bernardet)
when the manage dded:
You are not in the habit of seeing
a dead mar resuscitated the nSxt 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
name. his personality, TO establish his
identity and to earn where he a
spent his life and especially his last
days. But how?
He did not hesitate long. He left the
place. ever before the man In the coffin
had reappeared, smiling at the audi
ence. He glided through the crowd,
repeating, Pardon beg pardon!"
traversed rapidly the hall where new
corners were conversing over their bev-
erages, and, stepping out into the
street, looked up and down. A light fog
enveloped everything, and the gaslights
and lights In the shop windows showed
ghostly throw II. The passersby, the
cabs, the tramways, bore a spectral
look.
What Bernardet was searching for
was a policeman. He saw two chatting
together n walking slowly along I'M
der the leafiess trees. In three steps,
at each step turning his lead TO watch
the people coming out of the cabaret, he
reached the men While speaking TO
them he did not lake his eyes from the
uDoT VI tlidl place WIlGTB ne Udu lcIl the
young man In the gray felt hat.
"Dagonin," he said, you must fol-
low me, IL you please. and pull me in!'
| am going To pick a drunken quarrel
with a particular person. Interfere and
arrest us both. Understand
Perfectly" Dagonin replied,
He looked at his comrade, who car
ried his hand to his shake and saluted
Bernardet.
The little man. who had given his di-
rections in a quick tone, was already
far away. He stood near the door OF
the cabaret gazing searchingly at each
person who anne out. The looks he
cast were neither direct. menacing nor
even familiar. He had pulled his hat
Town To his eyebrows, and he cast side
chances at the crowd pouring from the
door OF the wineshop.
He was astonished that the man IL
the sombrero had not yet appeared.
Possibly the man had stopped, on his
way out, in the front hall. CHANGING
through the open door, Bernardet saw
that he was right. The young man was
seated at one OF those coffin shaped
oaken tables, with a glass of greenish
liquid before him. HE needs alcohol
to brace him up" growled the officer.
II can wait till he has finished his
absinth.'' said Bernardet to himself.
"a 1OoA as 1hAhl
He had not long TO wait. After a
small number Of persons had left the
place. the door opened and the man in
he gray felt hat appeared. stopped on
the threshold and, as Bernardet had
done. scanned the horizon and the
street. Bernardet urned his back and
seemed to be walking away from the
wineshop. 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-
rectiy in front OF the unknown. The
man seemed to hesitate. walked quickly
down the boulevard a few steps toward
the Place Pigalle. In the direction where
Rovere's apartments were. but suddenly
stopped, turned on his heel. repassed
the Cabaret du Squelette. and went to-
ward the Moulin Rouge, which at first,
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 and made them look as IL
they We're on fire. At last, obeying an
other impulse, he suddenly crossed the
boulevard. as IL 10 return into Paris,
leaving Montmartre. the cabarets and
Rovere's Gus behind him. He Wake
briskly along and ran against a man
IA little man--whom he had not no.
ticed, who seemed suddenly to detach
himself from the wall and who fell
against his breast, hiccoughlng and
cursing in vicious tones.
"IInbecile!"
The young man wished 10 push away
the intoxicated man. who, with hat
over his eyes. chung to him and kept
repeating:
1.-The street.-The streets il not
free-the street,"
Yes, ii was certainly a drunken man
mot a nan I'm a snock. but a little
fellow, 3 bourgeois, with hat askew and
q thick voice.
IL am not stopping you. The
street Is free. / tell you!"
well, IL It is free l want it,"
The voice was vigorous. but showed
sudden anger, a strident tone. q slight
foreign accent. Spanish perhaps.
The drunken man probably thought
him insolent, for, still hiccoughing, ne
answered:
ooh. you want 1t, do your You want
II? / want III The king says wt
WISH don't YOU KNOW
With another movement he lost ms
equilibrium and half fell. his heao
hanging oyer. and he clutched the mar
he held In a sudden embrace.
1T is mine also-the street-yot
know
yx.sth .ra1., vfayance fha man dis,