Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-07-05

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What do you say? Impossible?
Why. my friends. at this moment he
is here in this theatre-skulking up
there in that box. He is too shy to
show himself-oh. a very modest
gentleman. But there he is behind
the curtains. Will you not show
yourself to your friends, NJ. de La
Tour d'Azyr, Monsieur lie Marquis
who considers eloquence so very
dangerous a gift?"
Challenged thus, and despite the
ominous n in which the bour-
geois element in the audience had
responded to Scaramouche's appeal
to its passions. the Marquis swept
aside the curtain at the side of the
tox, and suddenly showed himself.
Hoots and yells assailed him, fis;s
were shaken at him. canes were
brandished menacingly.
Assassin! Scoundrel! Coward!
Traitor!'
But he braved the storm, smiling
upon them his ineffable contempt.
In the pit pandemonium was al
ready raging. Blows were being
freely exchanged; there were scuff-
ling roups. and here and there
swords were being drawn, but for
tunately the press was too dense to
permit of their being used effective
ly.
Men fell quickly into groups re-
preventative of one side or the other
of this great quarrel that already
was beginning to agitate the whole
| of France. Their rallying cries were
ringing through the theatre.
Down with the canaille." from
some.
Down with the privileged" from
others.
And then above the general dir
n cry rang out sharply and insist
emily: ITO the box, Death to the
| butcher of Rennes, Death to La
Tour d'Azyr,"
There was a rush for one of the
doors of the pit that opened upon
the staircase leading to the boxes.
NJ. Binet succeeded in breaking
past Polichinelle and Rhodomotc.
Half a dozen gentlemen, habitues of
the green-room, had come round To
! the stage to disembowel the knave
| who had created this riot. and it was
they who had flung aside these two
comedians who hung upon Binet.
After him they came now, their
swords out; but after them again
came Polichinelle, R~hodomont. Har-
lequin. Pierrot. Pasquariel, armed
| with such implements as they could
hastily snatch up, and intent upon
saving the man with whom they
sympathized in spite of all.
Well ahead rolled Binet, swinging
the long cane from which Pantaloo1
is i~nseparable.
Infamous s~coundrel." he roared.
Name of a name. you shall pay!"
A~ndre-Louis turned to face him.
Binet's cane, v~iciously driven. de-
scended and broke upon his Shout
der. Had he not moved swiftly aside
as the blow fell it must have taken
him across the head, and possibly
stunned him. AS he moved. he
dropped his hand to his pocket. and
swift upon the cracking of Binets
breaking can came the crack of the
pistol with which Andre-Louis re
piled.
you had your warning, you filthy
panderi" he cried. And on the word
he shot him through the body.
Binet went down screaming whilst
the fierce Polichinelle, fiercer than
ever in that moment of fierce reality,
spoke quickly into Andre-Louis' ar:
Fool, So much was not neces-
sary. Away with you now. or you'll
leave your skin here!"
Andre-Louis thought 1t. good adj
vice, and took it. He gained the
wings. and here found himself faced
by a couple of s~ergeants of the
watch, part of the police that was
already invading the theatre with 4
view of restoring order.
Make way, or I'll burn YOU
brains." he threatened them and in