Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1912-03-01

what do We owe the honor OF you
VISIT"
INT. Manager. I have come to as
you to get rid of the whole stable"
What. you want to get rid OF on
ho-ses?'
I'm not talking OF the horses, bu
of the stablemen"
How many stab.emen have you, N
Lachenel?'
"Six."
six stableren! That's at least tw
too many"
These are Places MERCER intel
posed, created and forced upon lis b.
the under-secretary for fine arts. The
are filled by proteges of the govern
ment and, If may venture to Z.
Il don't care hang for the govern
ment!" reared Richard. I'VE don
twelve horses"
Eleven" said the head riding mas
ter, correcting him.
Twelve" repeated Richard.
Eleven" repeated LacheneI.
"Oh, the acting-manager told MI
that you had twelve horses!"
81 did have twelve, but l have only
eleven since Cesar was stolen
And NJ. Lachenel gave himself 8
great smack on the boot with his
whip.
Has Cesar been stolen?' cried the
acting-manager Cesar, the white
horse in the Profeta?"
There are not two Cesars,' said
the stud-groom dryly. II was ten
years at Franconi's and have seen
plenty OF horses in my time. Well
there are not two Cesars. And he's
been stolen
"How?"
81 don't know Nobody knows.
That's why | have come to ask you
to sack the whole stable
What do your stablemen say?
"All sorts OF nonsense Some OF
them accuse the supers. Others pre-
tend that it's the acting managers
doorkeeper ~
MY doorkeeper? I'll answer for
him as would for myself" protested
MERCER.
But, after all, M. Lachenel," cried
Richard. you must have some idea
Yes, have NJ. Lachenel declared.
II have an idea and ri tell you what
1t is. There's no doubt about it in
my mind" He walked up to the two
managers and whispered. ITS the
ghost who did the trick"
Richard gave jump.
What, you too! You too"
"How do you mean, too? Isn't It
natural. after what l saw"
What did you see?'
II saw, as clearly as now see you,
black shadow riding a white hcrse
that was as like Cesar s two peasl'
Ana did you run after them?"
Il did and shouted, but they were
too fast for me and disappeared in
the darkness OF the underground gal.
lery."
M. Richard rose. THAT will do, NJ.
Lachenel. You can go. We
will lodge a complaint against the
ghost"
And sack my stable?'
"Oh, OF course!~ Good morning."
NJ. Lachenel bowed and withdrew.
Richard loaned at.the mouth.
Settle that idiots account at ouce,
please"
He is a friend of the government
MERCER ventured
to say.
And he takes his vermouth al Tor.
toni's with Lagrene, Scholl and Per.
tuiset, the iion-hunter." added Mon.
charmin. We shall have the whole
press against us! He'll tell the story
of the ghost and everybody will he
laughing at our expense! We may as
we'll be dead as ridicuous!'
"All right. say no more about it."
At that moment the door opened.
It must have been deserted by its
usual Cerberus, for Name CRY en-.
tered without ceremony, holding let.
ter in her hand, and said hurriedly:
Il beg your pardon. excuse me. gen.
,lemen. but had letter this morn
ng from the opera ghost. He told me
% come to you. that YOU had some.
hing to -
She did not complete the sentence. |
She saw Firmin Richards face: and it
vas a terrible sight He seemed !
'eady to burst. He said nothing. he |
'ould not speak. But suddenly he |
lcted. First, his left arm seized upon
he quaint person of Name Giry and
made her describe so unexpected
emicircle that she uttered despair
ng cry. Next, his right foot imprint.
d its sole on the black taffeta OF a
kirt which certainly had never be-
ore undergone similar outrage in
imilar place. The thing happened SO
uiclily that Name CRY. when in the
assage. was still quite bewilderen
nd seemed not TO understand. But,
she Understood; and the
pera rang with her indignant yells,
er violent protests and threats.
About the same time Carlotta. who
ad small house OF her own in the
.ue du Faubourg ST. Honore. rang for
err maid, who brought her letters to
err bed. Among them was an anony-
lous missive, written i'll red ink. in
hesitating, clumsy hand. which ran:
IF you appear tonight, you must be
repaired for great misfortune at the
loment when you open your mouth
} sing -. misfortune worse
ian DEATH
The letter took away Cariottas ap.
elite for breakfast. She pushed back