The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1913-01-03

KWXAAT bTuue, the Jug, never lei
t..MHn off bowling. l am certain
something has happened"
Two big tears ran dowr
her wrinkled face.
How long have you been with Nine
Servois?" asked.
Twelve years. / came to her 9
few days after her husband died. This
morning at ten / became so nervous
that / went down to Nogent-sur-Marne
to see Nine. Meiser; and when
learned that my mistress was not
there I called on NJ Edouard. But he
could give me no tidings of her"
Who is NJ. Edouard?"
Nine Servois's nephew, or, rather
one of her nephews. My dear, good
mistress! l am sure she has been
mu-mur-"
saw the woman was becoming hys-
promising to search for Nine. Servois.
/ learned that Nine Servois was a
widow of about forty-five, comfortably
off, living in the Rue Liable, a quiet
street leading from the Boulevard
Pereire. Her only relatives were two
nephews, the sons of her deceased Sis
ter. Auguste, the elder, a genuine
Bohemian, having failed in various
professions, took up painting and
earned his living by drawing portraits
for one franc each in the cafes in
Montmartre, where he was well known.
His younger brother, Edouard, was a
stock brokers' clerk. Both visited their
guste, who frequently applied to her
for small loans. l was also informed
that Nine. Servois had made a will
bequeathing them the bulk of her
property. Nine. Servois entertained
very little; but, music-mad, was seen
at every concert and matinee. Her
closest friend was Nine. Meiser. and
during the last two years the two had
been inseparable.
Josephine, the woman who came to
me, had given me Edouard's address,
and / asked him to call He was a
sickly youth, prematurely bald, with
an unpleasant rasp in his voice. He
could throw no light on the affair and
confirmed Josephine's statement that
bis aunt's day was regulated by the
clock. She always went to bed at
ten; and the fact of her having stayed
out all night certainly looked suspi-
cious ....
She may have met with an acct
dent" he said, but dread worse"
What makes you suppose this?"
He shrugged his lean shoulders, and
/ repeated by question.
81 don't know. It's a presentiment
I have"
Where is your brother" I asked.
my brother!" he rasped; she and
I don't speak. His address is wher-
ever he can obtain lodgings on tick.
You'll find him any night knocking
about La Butte.+ You don't need
letter of introduction" he added, with
a chuckle
/ dismissed my unpleasant visitor
and an hour later saw Nine. Meiser,
a well-preserved fashionably dressed
woman with dazzling white teeth.
Nine. Servois, she stated, had spent
few hours with her and had left her
at about nine o'clock, making an APP
pointment to meet the following aft
ernoon. She was very much dis
tressed, and begged me to do all in
my power to discover her missing
friend
THAT young Edouard," l said, "did
not seem very upset"
Il am not surprised" she reterted:
"he is selfish little brute My friend
always disliked him and preferred
Auguste, vagabond as he is
Having known Nine Servois init
mately, can you think why she should
have gone away"
mo, cannot. If there had been {.
secret in her life she would have con-
fided it to me. 1t seems extraordi-
nary"
had already sent the exact descrip-
ton of Nine Servois to every police
commissary in the metropolis; and,
that same night after dinner, went to
Montmartre to have talk with Au-
guste.
His brother had spoken the truth.
Auguste was well known in that part
of the town, and in less than quarter
of an hour I ascertained where to find
him. 1t was in one of those quaint
small cabarets which abound at Mont
martre, where for the price OF glass
of beer one can listen to recitations
and songs by talented, out-of-elbow
artists, to many of whom Montmartre
is the first step on the ladder to fame.
Mile Claire. pretty girl with Cleo
Merodic hair, who sang some senti-
mental ballads. was, I had been told,
Auguste's particular friend.
1t struck eleven o'clock, and there
was no sign of Auguste. l saw Claire
enter a small room, whence she
emerged with her hat and cloak and
then walked rapidly to the door.
/ followed her, and asked where
could find Auguste She replied that
she had been waiting for him since
Paris slang for Montmartre.
ten, and was now going to call at an
other cafe where, perhaps, he might
have found work"
This cafe. to which she conducted
me, was filed with smoke, and the
audience roared the refrain of song
delivered by an elderly man with a
long red nose and laughing eyes. Aft
er quick glance through the room.
my companion walked up to table
occupied by five art students and
four girls comfortably squeezed to-
gether.
Have an- of you seen Auguste to-