The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1909-01-07
The Crime of ~: s :::' :
& Js'.s the Boulevard

ivere's name. IN. Revere? Why did he
speak to me of Nj. Rovere?" Bernadet
thought.
1t seemed, then, that he knew the
dead man.
All the people gathered in this little
would have said. "Rovere!" THE Ro-
we're affair." The Revere murder!'
Not one who had not known the victim
would have said:
M. Rovere!"
The man knew him then. This sim
pie word, in the officers opinion, meant
much.
The manager now that
having become Il 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
skeletons"
This vulgar drollery caused a great
laugh, which the audience heartily in
dulged In. 1t made an outlet for their
pent UP Feelings, and they all felt as If
they had awakened from a nightmare.
Ihe man in the combrero, whose pale
race was paler than before, was the
only man who did not smile. He ever
frowned fiercely (noted by Bernardet)
when the manager added:
You are not In the habit of seeing
q dead man resuscitated the next day.
us, it would keep the world
pretty full"
Evidently" thought Bernardet, my
young gentleman is i'll at ease"
Ills only thought was to find out his
identity and to learn where he had
spent his life n especially his last
days. But how?
He did not hesitate long. He left the
place, even before the man in the coffin
had reappeared, smiling at the audi
ence. He glided through the crowd,
repeating, "Pardon-I beg pardon!''
traversed rapidly the hall where new
corners We're conversing over their bev-
g and. stepping out into the
street, looked up and down. a light fog
enve!oped everything, and the gaslights
lights in the shop windows showed
ghostly throw 1t. The passersby. the
CAPS, the tramways. bore a spectral
look.
What Bernardet was searching for
was a policeman. He saw two chatting
together and walking slowly along un-
der the ieahess trees. In thsee steps.
az each step turning his head to watch
the people coming out OF the cabaret, he
reached the men. While speaking to
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 int
4 am going to pick u drunken quarrel
with a particular person. Interfere and
arrest US both. Understand?
Perfectly" Dagonin replied.
re looked at his comrade. who car
RED 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 came out. The looks he
cast were neither direct, menacing nor
down 10 his eyebrows, nj he cast side
Chances at the crowd pouring from the
door of the w~ineshop.
He vas astonished that the man In
the a 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 n Of those coffin shaped
oaken tables, with a glass Of greenish
liquid before him. He needs alcohol
to GRACE him up growled the officer.
Il "a wait till he has finished his
absinth," said Bernardet to himself.
The door was shut again.
He had not long to wait. After a
~ RSt oCAAo %Lt0u slGlL y the
place the door opened and the man in
the gray felt hat appeared, stopped on
the threshold and. as Bernardet had
done, the horizon and the
street. Bernardet turned his back and
seemed to be walking away from the
Wlneshop, leaving the mar free. With
q 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
man seemed to hesitate, walked quickly
down the boulevard a few steps toward
the Place Pigalle, in the direction h
Roveres apartments were. but suddenly
stopped. turned on his heel, repassed
n 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
tle Moulin Rouge. turning about, light
eel up the windows OF the opposite
buildings and made them look as IL
they We're on fire. At last, obeyinr 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 ran against a man
ticed, who seemed suddenly to detach
himself from the wall and who fell
against his breast. hiccoughfng and
scursing in vicious tones.
"Imbecile!"
The young mar wished to push away
he Intoxicated man. who. with hat
over his eyes, chung to him and kept
repeating:
The street.-The Streets 1t not
free-the ~street?.
Yes. It vas certainly a drunken man
mot y man in Q smock. but q little
fellow. q bourgeois. with hat askew and
q thick voice.
tt am not stopping you. The
streetsis free, tell you!'
Well. if 1t is free | want lit"
The voice was vigorous. but showed
sudden anger, a strident tone, a slight
foreign accent, Spanish perhaps.
The drunken nan probably thought
him insolent. for. stu hiccoughing. he
answered:
soh, you want II. do you? You want
it? want 1t! The king says w
wish. don't YOU know? 2.
With nothe movement he los his