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... By H. M. Egbert.
(Gdpyright by W- G. Chapman.)
"But. it is -impossible, Mademoi
selle!" said M. Andre Brouet, editor
of the Clarion, swinging'round in his
chair and looking at the American
girLdntentby. Outside the pale sun of
a Paris fall was gilding the walls and
buildings of the avenue. "No, it was
an .hallucination, Mademoiselle!" he
Awoke. to Find Himself Looking Into
. the Mouth of a Pistol.
reiterated. "You cannot have seen
Mc nsieiir the Lieutenant Savard, for
the. brave young man lies, fathoms
deep:.off the Moorish shores."
"f saw him," answered the Amer-.
ican girl, nervously fingering the
pearl brooch which contrasted pain
fully -with her .black mourning 'gown.
"I met him in the. street, dressed like
a common man andhe cut me."
"Impossible!" muttered the editor,
butliis -face became more grave. "If
it could be possible " tie said.
"Mademoiselle, leave ttie matter in
my hands. Tf he be inside of Paris,
assuredly my men shall have discovr
ered him by nightfall. I' will comuni
cate with you again."
Three hours later Monsieur Brouet
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.
"Pound, 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."
- "Monsieur, 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
first secretary 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
in 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, and the
vessel departed.- -
Three nights later he awoke to find
himself looking into thei mouth of .a
pistol. He was quickly bound and put
into a small, boat." With awaterkeg
and a few rations of. biscuit-herif ted
upon.-the surface of the1 Meiterran- '
ean, while the mutineers, having first
got splendidly drunk, ran the Arcadie
ashore upon Cape. Jupy 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