The Green Forest tribune., 1911-03-10

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 = .. . ]. }. ] = x X < = ]. . x. :...:. <. EG$SSy5S9EIgs tury-were good friends. h SesSS well proven by years of E S Ma ups and downs together HTA < 6S They were seated where at5 they had habit of meet ing-fn the little, Creole | E=,vvzsgvs,s haunted cafe of Madame
 Tibault, in Dumaine | street If you know the place, you will experience a thrill of pleasure In recalling it to mind. It is small and dark, with six little polished tables, at which you may sit and drink the best coffee in New Orleans, and A coctions of absinthe equal to G.5aze- rac's best, Madame TibaNlt, fit and indulgent, presides at the desk, and takes your money. Nieoll cite and Meme, madame's neices n charming bib aprons, bring the desirable bey- erages.
 Dumars, with true Creole luxury, was slipping his absinthe, with half closed eg'es, in a swirl of cigarette smoke. Robbins was looking over the morning Pic, detecting, as young re- porters will. the gross blunders in the makeup, and the envious blue penciling his own stuff had received. This item, in the advertising columns, caught his eye. and with an exclama- tion of sudden interest he read it aloud to his friend.
 PUBLIC AUCTION-At o'clock this afternoon there will be sold to the highest bidder all the common property of the Little Sisters of Sa- maria. at the home of the Sisterhood. in Bonhomme street The sale will dispose of the building, ground and the complete furnishings of the house and chapel, without reserve"
 This notice stirred the two friends to reminiscent talk concerning an episode in their journalistic career that had occurred about two years before. They recalled the incidents, went over the old theories, and dis cussed it anew, from the different perspective time had brought
 There were no other customers in the cafe. Madame's fine ear had caught the line of their talk, and she came over to their table-for had It not been her lost money-her van ished twenty thousand dollars-that had set the whole matter going?
 The three took up the long-aban- doned mystery, threshing over the old. dry chaf Of it. It was in the chapel of this house of the Little Sisters of Samarla that Robbins and Dumars had stood during that eager. fruitless news search of theirs, and looked upon the gilded statue of the Virgin.
 "Thass so, boys" said madame summing up. "Thass yer wicked man, Msieur Morin Everybody shall be cert he steal those money I blaze in his hand for keep safe. Yes. He's boun' spend that money, somehow" Madame turned a broad and compre- henstve smile upon Dumars. q ond- stand you, M'sieur Dumars, those day you come ask me fo' tell ev'ything I know bout NJ sieur Morin. An! yes, I know most time when those men lose money you say, 'Cherchez la femme there is somewhere the wo- man. But not for M'sieur Morin. No. boys Before he shall die, he is like one saint. You nights well, Msieur Dumars. go try find those money in those statue of Virgin Mary that M'sieur Norin present at those p'tite SCOUTS, as try find one femme"
 At Madame Tibaults last words, Robbins started slightly and cast a keen, sidelong glance at Dumars. The Creole sat, unmoved, dreamily watching the spirals of his cigarette smoke.
 It was then o'clock in the morn Ing, and, a few minutes later, the two friends separated, going different ways to their days duties. And now follcws the brief story of Madame Tibault's vanished thousands
 New Orleans will readily recall to mind the circumstances attendant upon rna death of MT Gaspard Morin, in that city MT. Morin was an ar tistic goldsmith and jeweler, in the old French quarter, and man held fin the highest esteem. He belonged to one c5 .he oldest French families, and was of some distinction as an antiquary and historian. He was a bachelor, about fifty years of age. He lived in quiet comfort, at one of those rare old hostelries in Royal street. He was found in his rooms one morning, dead from unknown causes.
 When his affairs came to be looked into. it was found that he was prac- tically insolvent. his stock of goods and personal property barely-but nearly enough to free him from cen sure-coyering his liabilities. Fol lowing came the disclosure that he had been intrusted with the sum of twenty thousand dollars by a former servant in the Morin family, one Ma dame Tibault. which she had received as legacy from relatives in France.
 The most searching scrutiny by friends and the legal authorities failed to reveal the disposition of the money. It had vanished, and left no trace Some weeks before his death. MT. Morin had drawn the entire amount. in gold coin. from the bank