Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-07-12

times for trying to escape, until ne mac
spent twenty -one years in jail. Upon
being liberated he is. given the yellow
passport, which describes him as a con-
Wet and a very dangerous man. He
walks into little villege on a summer
evening and orders supper at the hotel
The landlord asks to see his passport
and then promptly elects him. The
poor fellow finds every door slammed
in his face as soon as they discover that
he has Just come from prison. In des-
peration he applies to the bishop of the
parish, q man noted for his kindness OF
heart and ger osity. The scene is
thus described by Victor Hugo.
The door opened and a man entered
He entered, advanced a step end
halted, leaving the door open behind
him. He had his knapsack on his
shoulders, his cudgel in his hand, q
rough, audacious, weary and violent ex-
preston in his eyes The fire on the
hearth lighted him up. He was MD
eous. 1t was a sinister apparition.
The bishop fixed tranquil eye on
the man.
AS he opened his mouth, doubtless to
ask the newcomer what he desired, the
man rested both hands on his staff, d.
rected his gaze in turn at the old man
and the two women, and without walt
ing for the bishop to speak he said In
a loud voice:
See here, My name is Jean Vatican,
/ am a convict from the galleys. Twas
liberated four days ago, and am on my
way to Pontarlier, which is my desti-
nation. I have been walking for four
days since left Toulon. have trav-
eled a dozen leagues today on foot
This evening when I arrived in these
PARTS, / went to an inn, and they turn
ed me out because of my yellow pass
port, which l had shown at the town
hall. / had to do it. / went to an Inn,
They said to me, Be off, at both
places. No one would take me- went
to the prison; the jailer would not ad-
init me. 1 went into a dogs kennel;
the dig bit me and chased me off as
though he had been man. One would
have said that he knew who I was.
went into the fields, intending to sleep
in the open air beneath the stars
There were no stars, thought that 1t
was going to rain and re-entered the
town to seek the recess of a doorway.
Yonder in the square meant to sleep
on the stone bench. A good woman
pointed out your house to me and said
to me. Knock there I have knocked
What is this place? Do you keep an
inn? I have money-savings. one
hundred and nine francs fifteen sous
which I earned in the galleys by my
labor in the course Of nineteen years.
will pay. What is that to me? l have
money am very weary; twelve
leagues on foot; I am very hungry
Are you willing that should remain?'
Madame Magloire," said the bishop
'you will set another place"
The man advanced three PAGES and
approached the lamp which was on the
table. STOP" he resumed, as though
he had not quite understood; that's
not it. Did you hear? am galley
slave; a convict. come from the gal
leys." He drew from his pocket large
sheet Of yellow paper, which he un-
folded. Here's my passport. Yellow
as you zee. This serves to expel me
from every place where go. Will you
~ 70 rood lea n
ed in the galleys. There Is a schoo
there for those who choose to learn
Hold, this is what they put on this
passport: Jean Vatican, discharged
convict, native of-that Is nothing to
you-'has been nineteen years in the
galleys; five years for house breaking
and burglary; fourteen years for hav-
ing attempted to escape on four occa-
sions. He is very dangerous man.
There! Everyone has cast me out. Are
you willing to receive me? Is this ar
inn? Will you give me something tc
eat and a bed? Have you a stable?"
Madame Magloire," said the bishop
you will put white sheets on the bed
in the alcove."
Madame Magloire retired to execute
these orders.
The bishop turned to the man.
"Sit down, sir. and warm yourself
We are going to sup in few mo-
ments, and your bed will be prepared
while you are supping."
At this point the man suddenly com.
pretended. The expression Of his face
up to that time sombre and harsh
bore the imprint of stupefaetion. Of
doubt, of Joy, and became extraordi.
nary. He began stammerings like 6
crazy man:
Really What! You will help me-
You do not drive me forth? A con
vict! You call me sir! You do not ad
dress me as thou? Get out of here
you dog is what people always sa!
to me- 1 felt sure that you would ex
pei me, so I told you at once who
am. Oh. what a good woman that wa:
who directed me hither! / am goint
to sup, A bed with a mattress ant
sheets, like the rest of the world!-t
slept in a bed! You actually do no
want me to go! You are good people
Besides, 1 have money. I will pa!
well. Pardon me. monsieur. the inn
keeper, but what is your name? 1 vii
pay anything you ask. You are a fin
man. You are an inn-keeper, are yo'
not?"
Il am," replied the bishop, "a prizes
who lives here"
"A priest" aid the man. "Oh, wha
a fine priest! Then you are not goinl
to demand any money of me? You ar
the cure-are you not the cure of thi
big church? Well. am fool. truly
/ had not perceived your skull cap.
AS he spoke he deposited his knap
sack and his cudgel in a corner, re
placed his passport in his pocket ant
seated himself.
Monsieur lie Cure" said the man
..vou are good: YOU do not despiSe me