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LIEUT. SAVARD' S
'.By H. M. Egbert.
(Copyright by. W. G. Chapman")
"But "'it is - irimossihle. Mademoi
., selle!" said M. Andre Brpuet, editor
Of the Clarion, swinging round in his
chair -and looking at the American
girlrintentiy. Outside the pale sun of
a x-iuis. iaii was guaing me wans ana
builHines of the-avermp- "Nn it was
-an. ii.aHutijnatio'nv'lrladenioiselle !" he
Awoke to rind hm.seM- Looking Into
the Mouth of a Pistol.
reiterated. ''You cannot haVe seen
m i?ieur the Lieutenant Savard, for
the brave young man lies, fathoms
deep, off the Moorish shores."
"I sawthim," answered the Amer
ican girl nervously lingering the
pearl brooch, which contrasted pain
fully with her black mourning gown,
'i met him in the street, dressed like
a common man and he cut me."
"Impossible!" muttered the .editor,
but,his face became "more grave. "If
it ;could be possible " he said.
"Mademoiselle, leave the matter in
my hands. If he be inside of Paris,
assuredly my men shall have discov
ered him by nightfall. I will comuni
cate with you again."
Three hours later Monsieur Brauet
discovered the lieutenant, dressed as
a laborer, in the little Cafe de.l'Eu
rope, a quite unfashionable, resort
where nobody who-is anybody would
go, even if he heard of it. -
"Found, Monsieur Lieutenant!"" ex
claimed the editor. "Ah, Monsieur,
what does this mean? Here is your
fiancee, the charming Mees Smeeth,
weeping her eyes out because you
have been dead two weeks, and you
you are alive, Scoundrel! Animal!
My dear 'fellow, tell me the mystery."-
"Mdhsieur, I have never seen you
before."I am an honest bricklayer;" '
responded Lieutenant Savard.
This is what had happened: Three
weeks earlier Lieutenant Savard,
bearer of an historic name and pledg
ed to Miss Smith, whose brother was
firstsecretary of the American lega
tion, had sailed from Toulon for
Madagascar, in charge of the torpedo
destroyer Arcadie, having under him
a punishment crew of irreclaimable
scoundrels, destined for garrison duty
m that far-away," inhospitable island.
The lieutenant embraced Miss -Elsie
Smith, waved his hand to her brother,
and, with an expression- of forced
gayety, mounted the bridge, End the
Three nights later he awoke to find'
himself looking into the moutli of a
pistol. He was quickly bound and put
into a small boat. With a water keg
and a few rations of, biscuit he drifted
upon the surface of the Mediterran
ean, while the. mutineers, having "first
got splendidly drunk, ran the Arcadie
ashore upon Cape Jiiby and perished
with her there.
Lieutenant Savard was picked ,up
by a fishing boat and conveyed, to
Barcelona. There he took the train
for Paris, arriving penniless and
dressed as a common sailor. When
he sent in his card to. the admiralty