The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-10-23
a.. 1gHe MINISTER
YS Of POLICE
AdHAlkJ N By HENRY MONTJOY
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q ~ 1o4l tAi SAN A"Ao
a fool"
"oh. madame" said the old fellow In
a grumbling voice, "a story that is halt
a story is no story. You wish TO know
everything. Well, then, you hall !
went to the Rue Plastiere as you told
me, showed the ring as you told me.
received the paper, took it to a place
l know of, opened it and read the docu-
ment it contained, of which l could not
make ead or tail"
Mon dieui" cried the baroness,
clasping her hands at this astounding
admission.
One moment, madame. Seeing
Monsieur de Sartines' signature and
putting two and two together, I
Judged it better to suppress the docu-
ment and inclose q plain piece of pa
per. A plain piece OF paper never does
any harm till it is written upon" z
But the document, the document!"
don With It? oh, mon Dieu, II you
have"
"'nn moment, monsieur. Having
resealed the parcel. I called a cabrio-
let and took the document to the house
of Monsieur lie Due de Richelfeu, who
was the original possessor of 1t and
in whose possession 1t now is. Mon
sieur is in bed, very much indisposed."
But, h~eavens!" cried the baroness,
now pale to the lips, how did you
know that the Due de Richelieu pos
sessed it? How"
How, madame? Why. the night 1t
was taken from the dues house I
journeyed to Paris with the lady who
had taken 1t. I felt It In her pocket.
preferred to let things develop. Ma fol.
madame, ever since I have been in u
service, I could nave ruined you 10
times over. AS 1t is, I have guarded
you while looking after my masters
interests; given o good advice,
when L could have given you bad. I
have been the mole of the affair, be-
hind the scene all the time, n l would
nave brought 1t all to a conclusion long
ago but for that pig Gaussin." Placide
swept his hand across his head and
his gray hair vanished; with q hand
kerchief he was holding in his left
hand he wiped away the wrinkles Of
floor, slipped from the overcoat he was
wearing and-De Sartines could
scarcely believe his senses-there on
the parquet before him was standing
Lavenne.
'Lavenne!" cried his master.
"At your service, monsieur"
The baroness, almost fainting from
the shock of this metamorphosis, stood
holding the back of a chair. She I'M
derstood the situation instantly, and
the fact that this agent of police had
been part and parcel Of her life, under
running the whole story of the last
week and saving, by a stroke OF ge-
MUS, the man whom she had In a mo-
ment Of anger brought to the edge Of
destruction. She waved away he ring
he was holding out to her.
His devotion, his common sense, his
consummate acting banished all Ill
feeling from her mind. Not only had
he saved his master, but he had saved
her.
not as the gift of an adfniring woman
to a supreme actor. but as the gift
OF a friend to a friend" Her voice
failed her and her eyes were moist
as she turned to h door.
Rosine had entered the room.
MADAME" said Rosine at the door,
"the carriage a arrived"
Zone moment" said his Mistress"
She picked up the blank piece OF pa
bureau and wrote something on it:
folded it, and addressed 1t; then leav-
ing it on the bureau, she came to De
S~artines Inc held u her hand.
"Goodby, Monsieur de Sartines. I'M
less you wish to keep me a prisoner"
Madame" replied De Sartines. a
world Of worry off his mind. = would
IluCA pItlCl hCCp4AAS yOa ASAAN.4 @a
"Goodby. Monsieur Placide. You will
find your wages in a little parcel In
the top left hand drawer Of my bu-
reau, but you win not find my thanks
there, for such a little drawer would
not hold them.
"Goodby, Paris" She kissed her
hand TO the room around her, turned
with q smile to the two men, bowed,
laughed with a laugh that had yet q
little catch in 1t, and vanished like q
dream.
Royine came In and removed the
boxes. They heard the carriage start
ing and De Sartines, walking to the
bureau, saw q paper there with his
name upon 1t.
It was the paper that had fooled De
Maupeou.
He picked 1t up. opened It and read:
"Order of release for Monsieur de Sar-
tines from the worry OF q woman:
once his aa.n!rer, but now his friend.
He dropped the paper. What did she
mean? Had she-had she? Then he
remembered De Lussac. No. It was
impossible. The comte had always
been her lover.
He came to the window, opened 1,
lights of the lanterns lining the Rue
Cog Heron, and listening to the noise
OF the streets, It was as though hi
were looking for something he had
lost.
Then he turned from the window
"Cordieu!" said he. What q WON.
AM" 4
Misfortune.
From the Baltimore News.