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f yarevarayer ,_ The St (Gopsright, 1013, Uy Pranks. Monsey Co) CHAPTER XIV. Balaoo Defends Himself. R two nights Coriolis had not left his tower. He had built a sort of belvedere up there, where he loved to spend his time . 1m contemplation. On level ground, fm spite of his protecting walls, he did not feel far enough removed from the men whom he despised. Here Coriolis had paseed two hor- rible nights and a hideous day. No one will ever know what he suf- Yered, though he was not Inclined to exaggerate the importance of Her- mént de Meyrentin’s disappearance from the face of the earth, ‘The gir, was quite simple. All the man's grief was due to the fact that he was afraid lest the crime gheuld be discovered and bis pithe- "camthrope taken from him. After this it will be understood why Coriolis sat weeping up in his tower; ee; feet i 's distinguished visitor; but, as had not been seen for five had little doubt that he had of some villainy. lay down in Madeleine's neither Gertrude, on the Madeleine, in her bed, was a@leep. And it was quite two fn the morning when, as maoved by & common spri: both sat up in their respect beds, with ears on the alert. ae ae hear, miss?” elf, tit i the of the diet in the hear, mys- rverre| horse horizon, th pound react! em of a strange, growlin, breath, bie id Apd when, at the same moment, 8 were heard id shouting in *the ‘woods, the two women flung thomealves into each oth arms, Mopretins in their trigh bs! 1 Balaoo!" A fresh report of firearms in the distance electrified them and sent them Yushing madly out of the room, across the house and up the tower. They climbed its shaky stairs, screamig for the doctor. They were killing Balaco! ‘ghe:men were killing Bal Cortolis tore out his hair by hand- fuls. He took no notice of the women akirt ner light found them all three in vedere; they were still there at ‘thé ‘hour when nature seema to rise of the dawn, wher tints enshroud th of the great trees gleam and sparkle in-the light. When Coriolis reached this secon! of bis despair he saw groups of from the forest and not yet distinguish, bled a load thrown over the remains of ck to the vil- thi Malaco being carried the procession had Panether followed at once; and here there were multitudes of people and soldiers around a litter bearing u human figure covered with a cloak. And then some another, and yet ing four funeral pro- ” Bte, Rreat siate on the desk in the mar- Hage-revistry office. ‘The three others who had been killed were private soldiers. Their bodies were «'aced In o row on the floor of the council chamber In addition to these four heroes, there were a number of men suffering from fractured urms, broken legs, ‘, bruixed noses. Ax to the Three Brothers, not one of * them, of course, was bi ht back, dead or alive. More than that, they had not even beea seen; and they had not fired # single shot. ‘The soldiers had discharged their rifles at them, at randoin, but were unable to say if they had even driven them away. All that they found was Dr. Hon- orat, tied to the foot of a tree in the —, Rd ie Moabit egy ladeleine later crept out to ‘the forest, calling: i “Balaoo! Balaoo! Balao.!" And it was not long before she saw Balaoo come timidiy toward her, his one in ae hanging his head, a re] ant face. Sniffing and moaning, he fel on his knees. “Mercy!” he sighed, in his gentle, ee ues t im by the ear an wi ‘ 4 4 brought the same, he had han, M. Herment de Meyrentin. - He was given seven days In the black hole, which he fully deserved. CHAPTER XV. ‘ Three Years Later. HEN Patrice arrived in Paris, at 7.15 in the evening, there ‘was no one to meet him at the station. He was sur- Drised at this, although, dur- ing the three years since his future father-in-law had left Saint- Martin-des-Bols, Coriolis's behavior toward him was such that he need not have been surprised at anything. First of all, he was kept away from Madeleine. True, she and her father paid two or three visita to Clermont; but the young man was never invited to go to them in Paris. After two years, as Coriolis kept on postponing the date of the marriage on inadequate pretexts, the Baint-Au- bins became curious to know what could be happening at their relations’. ‘They applied to a private detective office, which soon supplied them with information of so absurd a character that they regretted paying for it in advance. Nevertheless, in course of time, some of thie information was confirmed. For instance, it was quite correct that Coriolis never went out without taking young Noel with him, and that he ap- peared, somewhat late in the day, to have taken an insané liking for. shy and silent fellow. He was letting him study law. Noel studying law! Upon my word! Noel was a law student and Coriolis accompanied him to ali the lectures. What was hidden behind this last freak of the ex-consul at Batavia? ‘The Clermont Saint-Aubina were won- dering, in consternation and alarm, when, suddenly, the marriage between Patrice and Madeleine was fixed. Coriolis hurried things in @ frenzied fashion. The wedding would be in Paris, but the old eccentric did not allow Patrice any time for the wooing. He considered that a ridiculous and antiquated custom. The young man was not to come to Paris until forty- eight hours before the ceremony, which was to take place very quietly, especially as the Saint-Aubine were de- tained at Clermont by the father's gout and could not be present. On the evening of the wedding the newly married couple were to take the train for Auvergne and go and embrace the old people before travelling to Italy, where they would spend the honey- moon. Bo Patrice came to Paris by the 7.46 train, as Corlolis had suggested, and found no one at the station. He felt “hurt.” He had his trunk put on a cab and told the man to drive to the Rue de Jussieu. Here the old eccentric had taken up his abode in an old-fashioned house, on the confines of the Quartier des Ecoles, bringing with him his daughter, his old servant, his native “hoy,” and all his notes and manu- scripts on the bread-plant. ‘The cab reached Coriolin's houre. Pa- he bell. Gertrude opened the door. She seemed neither sur- prised nor pleased to see him. She simply said, in an indifferent voice: “Oh, it's you? Mademolselle will be 80 glad.” ‘They were standing in a great, cold, flagged hall, ending in an enormous staircase, Gertrude pointed to the stairs, and a voico from above sald: “Is that you, Patrize?" “Of course it is, Who else would it be?" replied the young man, some- what crossly, though he had recognized the voice of his intended. But Madeleine ran down the staira and threw herself into his arma. Pa- trice kissed his cousin, whore demon- strations of affection struck him as being a little put on, She seemed vather anxious than pleased at seeing a trice rang did not think her nicer looking, id because Paris had made her lose her reason for good. « defended himselt: But that was not all. Gradually the forest belched forth all the soldiers whom {t had swallowed up yesterday --but in wha plight! After the dead cae the wounded. Of these there wore at least a score, limping in single file, supported by with their arms in alings and their foreheads bandaged. Good old Balaoo! . Yet one more procession brought up the rear. 1 wax formed of a group of people in whose midst o figure which Coriolis xeomed to know wan strug- Hing i. the strangest fashion, Sud nly he recognized it--Dr. Honorat! Rue wich a Dr Hamorat! Cortolis could not make out the dear doctor's titude nor his cries, Honorat’s face ‘as covered with blood—and he was eine: the “Marseillaine’ je firet victim was ire, Who had died the death ier, at the head of bis daca akull sesbett the Vicomte pretty coloring. However, she had de- veloped other feminine attractions, which Saint-Martin-d is would never have given her, Patrice's room was a great, bare room on the second floor, There waa fa little bed in between high walls and high, badly closing window Th walls wore covered with the most won- derful panelling, all chipped and worn; he did not e look at it. There was nothing homelike about the room, nothing soft. Not a aign of fore- thought; not a flower: not a photo- graph; nothing. He would hi liked Madeleine to provide something to show that she was interested in tho man about to occupy that room. But not a thing! He sighed and felt very lonely, Jn what a hurry she had kissed him, pushing and hustling him to get it over, And they were to be married in two days. He sat down gloomily at the foot of bis bed. Gortrude's voice outaide CWECGOEO HE DEDOTGIOEOAGOOOS 4 Mate. ouged es =BALAOQO= range Exploits ofa “Missing Link” y Gaston Leroux 7 Author of ‘THE YELLOW ROOM NNR SODOSOCOODO 4 Pushed him into the drawing-room. Madeleine was standing near the door, She took his hand and sald to him, speaking very quickly, in an un- dertone “Dear Patrice, when tied we shall do as we like, sha'n't we? But here we are at papas and we must not vex him. He has become crasier than ever. We must not be angry with him, for he is very sorry at my going away. He could never bear the thought of my mar: » He made up his mind to it at last, as though he had decided to be operated on for appendicitis. He is very unhappy and he wants to get it over and done with. But until it is over he won't have it talked about. “So tl must be no question of a at meals or anywhere in the house. That's settled. You will act toward everybody as if you had come to Paris for two or three days on im- it business which concerns no one but yourself. Is it understood?” She Rot even wait to hear his anawer. As he stood there, dum- founded, she opened the door of the dining-room and went in. He fol- ‘that lowed her as in a dream. A young woman of fashionable ap- Dearance sat reading by the corner of @ window. She raised her head at their entrance. Patrice could not re- an exclamation. It was really him the little est! That pretty girl who got up and bowed #0 easily, so quietly, looking so very Parisian in he: simplicity and in the modest and assured taste that distinguished her dress, was the Vau- trins’ sister, whom he had ning along the forest paths like an untamed hind, with ner hair stream- ing in the wind or blowing over her forehead. By wha. miracle did he now find her so greatly altered, look- 1} ing 80 “prope! He did not have time to indulge in further raptures of wonder. Uncle Coriolis entered the room, followed by @ tall and sturdily bullt young gentle- man, who flung out his chest and dis- played a pair of broad shoulders un- der a well-cut jacket. Madeleine's aweetheart knew that simian face, with the almond eyes, that far-East- ern type that always surprises us when it fs corrected by European fashions, such as the hair smoothly plastered down, with a straight part ing—and the single eyeglass. Yes, M. Noel was wearing a mon- ocle! Patrice, who had never seen him so near at hand, considered that he had improved. smart cut of his clothes and his frigid bearing made him look almost distinguished. ‘The pecullar ugliness of his face was rather attractive than repulsive, And they all sat down to table. Coriolis had not been at all demon- with his nephew, He asked ed to his place, bet n Mi and Zoe, Noel sat between Zoe and ce oe ee That evening old Gertrude found Balaoo, crying, on the floor of his bedroor She exclaimed: “What's the matter What's the matter?” “You know what's the matter well enough!" replied Balaoo, pressing his fists to his mouth to check his de- spair, ‘What did he come back for?" with you? “One can't prevent his coming to Paris, He's the master's nephow, He's here on business.” “Oh, I know that, sooner or later, he's bound to come and take Made- leine away. It is man’s law, but it Craftily he con- : “You may as well tell me if ‘a for to-day or to . | swear I won't hurt him. I promised Patti Palang Kaing, Man ts a man, and I have shoe hands instead of feet. [ shall be quite good, I shall go straight to the Seine and drown my- self without a word.” “And what will sobbed Gertrude, “That's not what I was asking. it for to-day or to-morrow?" become of me?" mo, you old vixen, why they wanted to send Zoe and me to the man's house at Saint-Martin-des- Bois? It was the Kank of France to a handful of nuts that I went. They knew what they were doing and that 1 should love to zee the big becch a Plerrefeu and the table rock at Mi hon and the orchard of my youth. But I suapected something—and, true enough, he came! “Give me your word that you were not expecting him. You daren't give me-your word, eh?" He lea: to hie feet and stamped corner of the Peat n run- ! The Evening World Daily Magazine BOISE DOODOSS HIDE; Bs fe wees d’Austerlitz, Balaco leaned over the parapet and gazed at the rippling water and the shimmering reflections of the gas jets. le heaved a deep eigh and felt a touch on his shoulder. He turned round, “Move on!"" It was an anxious policeman, sus- pecting a coming tragedy. “Tchsschwopp!" said Balaoo. “Eh? What did you say?” Balaco shrugged his shoulders and moved away in the darkness, an, "A Htussian prinos, perhape’" man. " 5 pa." “Tchsechwopp” is east-monkey for something like, “Why can't they leave Gabriel, one in peace?” Balaoo had slanted toward the Mj and was now near the omnibus 0! He quickened his pace, following the railings, in search of solitude. He found it. Then he pressed his inst the railings, the rail- the Jardin des Plantes, forehead ings roun that huge cage in which men bad shut ing the cold of the bars did him good; and Be steed toe @ lone vere te re po- sition, ead against the rails, eyes, from which dropped two tears, round and heavy as marbles, glanced down his whole person, to the black stars that were his patent-leather boots. That was where the mystery lay, unhappt- something men, the mystery of his infini tamed ai he lowest thing on earth. no ig atill somebody in bis cage, in which timorous men have puree him alive; but Balaco, what was in his patent-leather shoe: neither more nor ‘Were the railed de great cats, whose heavy, alkaline scent reached him where he stood, He pictured them, calm, fatal, and quiet, with their heads on their paws, sleeping peacefully in their houses. The crocodiles stretched in thelr coMn-shaped compartments made no more noise than if they bad been stuffed. Neur them, under the blankets in which they wrapped their digestive dreams, were the reptties— the noble families of snakes, the aspa of Cleopatra, silly little animals, whose fame did not prevent them from sleep- ing. For all these creatures were asleep. The very monkeys, who are never still during the day, were snoring, now that night had come, like brutes; like brutes, thought Balaoo, picturing to himeeclf all that animal population slumbering while he sobbed out bis anguish against the railings. Even in their captivity he envied those others behind their bars. it hurt him dreadfully. What bilss not to know! To be ig- Oh, the oc norant of the “difference!” difference was not #0 groat—it was ¢ contained within those patent-leather boots of his—and the passers-by who met that young man in dinner-dress would never have guessed what he carried about with him, inside his patent-leather boots! he, bi thought of nothing but tha: difference—and it spoiled all bis eve- nings. There was nothing human about Balaoo's sighs that evening; and he best take care; bh already tracted @ policeman’s attention; and re came a keeper, on the other side the railings, going his rounds. The man stopped, without seeing bim, and listened to hear where those ex- traordinary, gasping sounds came from. Was it the hippopotamus com- plaining in his sleep? The elephant trumpeting? The panther bored to death? No, keeper, resume your rounds; it is Balaoo weeping. And Balaco has nothing to do with you! Balaoo feared nothing on earth but passed; but he was afraid lest the dogs, who could feel him coming even in their sleep, should wake. Fartu- nately they were tied up in the Little yard near the lion-house, Balaoo knew whero the keys of hin friends’ houses hung, in the man's house, near a little faniight which you had omy to push, Then you Just put in your hand, There was no danger, He made no noise walking. He had learned to walk silently, even in his patent-leather bobots, Besides, no feathered animal, on his road, ing on one would hi 5 akened ed ‘murder, te would have ere Share ous “ES was no longer the etreet arab r wi ho Abyssinian goats, In their sheds, bade him good evening with a little bl of understanding which alone took in and which he answer by Just breathing through his without stopping in his §reat waders, the tal yed him a aly little t ets of their long beal : Hut he would not go near the hor rible tribe of low-class monkeys with prehensile talls, who were the scuni atk herons, on the Every race has ite disgraces. Among the members of the human race are disgraceful troglodytes who live in stone caves, aquatting on their hams, h hair coming down to their heel: A man-ape can tion, from the highest to the losing caste; but not & pithecanthrope from the Forest of Bandong, were to do that, no Oriental anthropoid would ever forgive bi id Gabriel, if he Sie, to hear of it, would snub hin jatly. He went to the lion-house. The in- mates knew that it was he by t! way in which he turned the key the lock. And there was 2 seavral commotion in the cages before he eet foot in the corridor. Howe’ to Balaco, who always told them such on man-stories, they wero mistaken. His visit was brief. They had hardly time to say how-do-you- do and iby. Balaco walked out again, leading by the hand a com- panton o| most his own size. It was Gabriel, the great Asiatic ape. At first there was not a word ex- changed between them. Gabriel could judge by Balaoo’s attitude and silence that his friend was full of sorrew and trouble, He sq! Balaoo'’s hand gently, to convey to him that, without knowing the cause, he felt for bim in bis grief. As they turned by the sea-lions’ pond, Gabriel tried to ask a question but Balaco closed his mouth with a curt and impatient Woop! | which means, “Please, I beg of you!” And |, seeing his friend so upset, aqueesed his hand once more, harder this time. “Touroo! ‘Tis good to feel the grasp of a friend's hand,” thought 121200, Balaoco bad no friends, no chums, among men. He dreaded familiarity an the greatest danger that threat- ened him. He hid his shame under an uncompromising pride. Latterly, especially since the last two months, it seemed to him as though the time which he spent with bik being measured out as with Cortolis, who er, with Gertrude, who was his servant, or with Zoe, who was his little slave, he was all alone—all with the thought of Madeleine his own shame, @ nights were terribly hard. Once, wh consolation in the company of the great cats in the lion-house, Gabriel, @ newcomer behind the bars of civil- ization, lent a rw he ear to all that Balaoco had sald; and the thought occurred to Balaco to make a friend and comrade of the ape. He got on well with him, had much less dim- oulty than with the others in trans- lating what he called his man- ts into animal language. They had common turns of ‘h, common idioms that deligh them and brought them within a mile of their Bandong. yaterious me blood through their veins. thing that attracted Balaoo at the first ade of an mother, bay Anot! thropoid ape, with his straight nose and his | ern man instance, and a Tunis. But this rticular ape in found only in the Far East, near the Forest of Bandong, and ts a cousin of the missing-link. Of course, the and a West- Chinese, for gentleman from oval face, between latter {a iperior, for he uniter within himself the three test qualities in world: the dexterity of the Java apo, the atrength of the gorilla and the intelligence of man. “The pithecanthrope in as handy as the Java ape and as powerful an African gorilla, but not an clever man,” thought Balaoo, quite rightly. "But he is cleverer than the Javn ape.” Gabriel believed everything that Balaoo told him, and accepted his lead without question, This, more- over, was the only condition on which Balaco consented, occasion- ally, to take Gabriel out, in the night of men, to amuse him, And Gabriel was not to growl when he got back. Once, when Gabriel did growl, on returning to his cage, Balaoo gave him a good shaking and swore that he should not see him again for two months. Raluoo did not want to have any bothers. He could not take Gabriel to Cortolis's, could he? And Gabriel, once outside his cage, was helpless without Balaoo, Bo no _ nonsense! Settled, once and for all, Touroo! All right! Palaoo was atiil holding Gabriel by the hand. Together they stole to the dead-butterfly house. The two of them had spent hours here chatting, sure of remaining undisturbed. It was here that Balaco, before ventur- ing to let Gabriel take hin first steps in tho night of men, gave him hiv final instructions and imparted his Jost lessors in behavior before a pier-giasa that dated back to Mme, de Pompadour, And it was in an old wall-cupboard, in which Cuvier, an \kely as not, had kept his things, that falaco hung up the very smart suit of clothes with which he had presented Gabriel and in which Ga- briel proudly arrayed himself before their escapades, They made their way in by methods of thelr own, methods that had to do th with windows and gutter pipes. And they came out again without dirtying By Hesketh Prichard ti “ op Au thor, of “Chronicles of Don 2, eal Begin Next Monday in Th = ————_ ho ohooh SSH he had been finding some Fo! S00 oe —00 of the Big Heech at Used to return to the man's house with his trousers torn, j# trousers, What- er the exercise in which he indulged, ver had any other crease than that Pierrefeu, who which they were meant to have, And Balaco anxious that Gabriel should take the «an ‘¢ of his things that he did, ‘They both wore the soft, black felt hats that were then in fashion. Lastly, Taluoo had made Gabriel a present of & magnificent pair of spectacles, The one with his eye-glass and the oth with hin specta could | 4 wh they pleased, without fear of mol tion. But they must mind the dogs. Balaoo and brie, dressed Ike able man-youths, walted be- entrance at the corner of the Jussieu, without hurrying, for there wax no smell of keeper. Suddenly: “Now!” said Balaoo. One, two three, and over the rail- ings! But they did not loiter in the Rue do Jussieu. Three bounds brought them to the Rue Lacepede, where they atopped to breath. And, staidly and sedately, they turned up the well- Nghted pavement of the Ruc Monge. ‘They walked along very nicely, still holding each other by the hand, and nothing particular happened until they reached the Rue des Ecoles. Here Balao. sald: “Listen, abriel, I shall let 0 your + hand now, because we are coming to a swagger neighborhood where people don't walk hand in hand ot our age. But be very careful. von't seave me, Do everything that f do, and none of your tricks, mind!" ‘These were superfluous tujunctions at tno time when they first used to co out together. Gabriet, trembling all over with anxiety, was content to tmt- tate all Balaoo’s mdvements, which cauned them one evening to be noticed and taken for larking foreigners, But jabriel was beginning to acquire a cer- tain freedom from restraint, and Mo- aco dreaded his impulses. “None of your tricks,” he repeated. “and mind the dogs.” For once more Halaoo feared noth. ing on earth but dogs. The fear is not strong enough—he was terrified t them. When he saw one he turn pale and run, jump into a tram or passing cab and teil the driver to go to the first address that came into nis head—Bandong, for instance. He lost all his presence of mind. The moment a dog saw him the first thing it did was to look at Balaco’a feet. One would think that {t knew, that it guessed what was inside Ba- 1aoo's boots; and, however much that dog might respect boots of an: else, it knew no inlens was clever enough to retreat in time, until it had hfe ed longing teeth on Jaco's shoe leather Pelane fear of dogs,” Balaco ex- plained to Gabriel in very quick and comprehensive monkey lan: ac. companied by a complicated fi and manual pantomime whith means as much to monkeys an to men, who themselves end their words with ges- tures and grimaces, “the fear of dogs firat atago of Radel eof ren clanses men an Palang Kaing cl ya sg rest:' ‘Do not trust thelr antag) ar their hanging tongues, thelr tails, their whole look of being out for their own enjoy:nent, aniffing the amell of the earth. They work for men without appearing to, like the traitora that they are, and they will dig thelr fangs {nto your throat straightway for a mere “Thank you from man.’ “Patt! Palang Kaing speaks of the big sporting dogs, but not of the little doga you meet in the cafes,” ol Gabriel, scratching the tip of his nose. “Don't do that,” said Baloo, hitting him with his atick, “The lret dogs in the cafes, on hae sacien ie . roublonome, too. mop. barking while one’s in the reom. the < 1 always look round before I mt down good to nee if there's a little dow about.” Juat then, an they were passing the Brasserie Amedee, a little dog on the lap of a lady sitting outside in the atreet began to yolp lke mad. “Come away!" xald Balaoo. ‘And he took Gabriel's hand to drag him to the opposite pavement. But the little dog was too quick for them, a Lares foes Soe ee lap, fastened ite teeth in the Ma leg, Gabriel in his trritation a kick on the jaw and killed it, ‘The thing happened so ranidly that Balaoo had no time to interfere. “And ti a not the end of it,” he thought as he realized the damage done. “A pretty business this is!” A crowd gathered round them in @ moment, while the woman uttered heart-rending cries and stirred up the 01 whole neighborhood against them. ‘The curtomera outside the cafe had rinen as one man, and were abusing them for wild beasts and savages, The students’ girls broke their parasols and umbrellas over their backs, A gen- tleman was trying to hand Gabriel his cal Balaoo Ad not let go of Gabriel's hand. Gabriel stood trembling and chattering his teeth. He wan eapectally terrified by the eyes of the gentleman who was holding out his card. “The dirty aliens!” cried somebody, “Don't anawer,” said Balaoo, who seemed to have soine experience of this sort of riot, havin~ no doubt mora than once, quite unintentionally, pro- voked the anger of the populace in the course of his nocturnal escapades, “Don't answer. Fall hack.” He. fol back step by step, dragging Gabriol with him. “Fall back without a word, and, whatever you do, don't touch them.” But the crowd followed their retreat, And the gentleman with the card hung on to them and perstated tn thrusting his pasteboard under Gabriel's nos Gabriel could not help breathing on the card, which tickled him—breathing through his noso—and then there was the devil to pay. The gentleman shouted that that villain, that mur- derer, that coward who refused to fight had spat In his face! ‘The arrival of a number of student: marching down the Rue Champollio in single file, added to the uproar and confusion. Balaoo, still retreating—for he know where he was going—and atill drag- ma! ging Gabriel with him, had thi ought of taking the idiotic canes Pag him that he would hear from jeir seconds in the morning; he geen this done at thi Pas +9 puna e at the ins pay ETE NOVEL E . Thursday, February 12, 1914 {'A_COMPL The adventures of a Holmes; a backwoods and without knowledge skill and a genius R vember Joe easi H that baffie the before the impact of the crowd, they soon found themselves with their Backs against the Museo de Cluny. This was what Load was waiting Ho) e sald. “Hop! “Hop” means “jump” in monkey as well as man language. Gabriel un- derstood. An ivy creeper hu from & gargoyle. Balaoo and the an' old ‘wore in the museum garden before the others knew what had become of them. When they underatood they re- doubled theif din. A window of tha museum opened, and a poet, M. Hara- court, put out his head to declare that they were making it impossible for him to work. They explained that there were two ruMans in his garden. Thereupon ho woke cli the attendants, but no one wan found; and the crowd, emitting a variety of opinions on the event, went back to the Brasserie Amedeo for mora drinks, Meanwhile Balaoo and Gabriel were far away, altting outside a cafe at the corner of the Avenue Victoria and the Place du Chatetet, ensconced in » dark corner where you can drink at your ease—that in to say, with your fingers. And Balaoo said to Gabriel: “You see what dogs can bring yor to. I had a tem with them at Saint-Martin-des- Bois, bother, I hanged thom all. ple believed it an epidemic of dot ‘and no one in the neighborhood ever kept a dog aguin, and I was left in peace. Rut there are too many of them in Part “Laat time we went out you prom- inod to take me to Maxim's, Are there any doge there?” “No, but you won't be able to drink with your finge All want well on the Place du Chatelet until the man with the per nuts arrived, when Balaoo had mortification of seeing Gabriel leap that worthy merchant and rob him of his waros in the twinkling of an 6 ‘The peanut vender, mad with terror and thinking that his last hour had atruck, contented himself with pick- ing himself out of the gutter which he had rolled and rui C7 away at full speed in search of @ po- liceman, He found one and brought would him stalking to the cafo where the tragedy had been enacted. ‘The scared and peaceable customern told the man that his assailant had gone away with a gentleman who sald or he Pkt ons poo ol responsible.” They had tried to them back, so that they might offer some explanation, but in vain. The brutal lover of peanute had left with- out giving any, on the text that he did not speak French. Paris is full of foreigners who consider that they can safely take any liberty. Some members of the audience at the Theatre Sarah Bernhardt next who had come out during the interval for a drink and wi the attack, ventured, under the influence uf the emotions aroused b; i Tyrant of Padua,’ opinion that “It was not necessary go to the theatre to ese dishonest poeple.” Whereupon who was with the lo and who bad “made sible” declared that “it - eg honest you pay for h and, before departing with his friend, laid a penny on the table. ‘Then, as they had not settled for their bocks, the manager and the waiter had run after them; but the one carrying the basket of peanuts under his arm turned and showed two such formidable and threatening rows of white teeth, under bis spec- tacles—you saw nothing but teeta and spectactes in bis face—that the two men stopped, feeling sure that that Indelicate customer had to bite them. While the phrase of the minions of the law. Seated on the top of the tram car that runs from Montrouge to the Gare de I'Kat, they enjoyed the mildness of the weather, the beauty of the leaves on the trees along the vard, the charm of that ning and the excellence eve- the pea- te" the Saint-Lasare prison. wan proposing to get down and walk along the cafos in seareh of more peanut venders; and Balaoo felt that the time had como to enlarge upon the danger of his conduct. He put n his severe voice to tell Gabriel teat if be went ae 16 would go to pi 5 to the walls opposite, he explained to him what a man’s prison was, Half an hour later they drove up in @ taxicab end walked into Maxim's. As the driver of the taxi had not beon paid he waited for hem, as in duty bound, outside the joor. “Ob, here'n the Hindu professor,” said Henry, the manager, as tive methods. By means of hi: for dedi solves cri; ysteries ole police force, , e Evening World} fe. her. 7 “The mon from Saint-Martin fe” i he “Look al bg en Gabriel. Are they o eat?’ ‘The lady came nearer to take a ter look at Gabriel, whereupon cited ape suddenly snatched magnificent hat and obeying » the walter pores Egg 6 War cry, Frallyini Forest of Bandong. more f him. The Wore outside on the pavement " Da _ Maxim's best customer arrived L in time to calm the bewtidered the Maharajah of thagra,” he said, “ ut for the we his ete the leanwhile ti taxi which had brought them was carrying them away. On. Uribe, Phe gate of the Jardin den Plantes, Bala: to harajah of Beal. purthagra had painted the town so very red thi night that he hardly « sou left In bin pocket. driver was quite Jafied. clared himself the maha: ble servant, said that he for his ordera at 11 o'clock in the jnorning, and disappeared, after tak- ing ut cap to his hi lad Balaco been re evening he would not ha shout after the driver “Ask for M. Gabrie on the left! Hut Balaoo was not really “There is none on earth that stands “me but you,” said pressing Gabriel's hand. “I @ill you a thing, Gubriel, that I have Never told to any one, not even to Hut we weep together, you and I. Thus do the feeblest plants et twine to resist the storm.” oor Balaoo! Poor Balaoo! Gnbrte!, wiping away Bataooa CHAPTER XVI. on hin wedding dag, was gathed in evening dress With a white tle, by 8 o'clock in tho morning. As there nothing more for him — in his bedroom, he {t; but, on the landing, Sia are A trude, who very civilly bemed him te 1 fo back to his room as the master ‘was coming to nee him, Coriolis arriv’ {soon after: and the frat thing ho dit wae to rail treét boys running He added’ that ‘it was 3 enough to have the stupid fashion | that compelled girls In the twentieth century to dress up for the allar juity going te the In short, he foun ” Ma venting bie tomper, which bea tape, le for the. last forty. b hours. : ‘The y flat and his friend entered the restaurant. Wall “Baptiste, take a pineapple Hindu professor, and some “Try und eat decently,” said Balaoo to Gabriel. “They're It's not diMcult to eat @ decently.” “There are no dogs here,” sald jabriel, speaking with bis mouth full, ut lots of ladies,” “He careful with the ladies,” said Balnoo, ‘They're almost as big & nutsance as the dogs. If thor, epeak to you don't kick them; leave it to me to answer them " to the bananas.” ineap all the toothpicks, 9 there nothing more to eat?” he e “I'm standing you bow! of rice and cham; me ie coming.” To the wine-waiter; “Bring a bottle of champagne. A very light wit foass,” ho added, polating to “because of my young friend ‘ champagne nice?’ asked Ga- briel, who was now eating tho tches. “It pricks your nose and makes you walk crooked,” said Balaco Ottow ‘aad zr Balaoo!” sald “How uu are, jac!" matches Rreinntng to eat the bos: ; » ae a ones tus. ? e 5 orpesling bait etifed, along, Y waiting for you." : Nevertheless of the stairs, lean over