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County of Fairficld and State of Connecticut,
‘ that the undersigned, Collector of Taxes for
said City, on the list of 1895, has received a
warrant from the Mayor for the collection of
the tax laid by said City, March 4th, 1895. on
the ratable estate liable to taxation therein.
That said tax is payable July 15th and that he
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Out of a confused medley of voices I
heard in a half stifled whisper:
“Mother. look who is sitting behind
you; it’s Reggie Clive, I’m positive.”
My curiosity outran my manners; I
turned.
“Miss Endcot!” I exclaimed. “It’s
not three hours since I arrived in Nice,
and my circle of acquaintance being
very small. to meet a. friend is apleas—
ant surprise.”
' Miss Endcot blushed, prettily, if forc-
edly. . .
"Now, Mr. Clive, you’re chaffing me.
Why, mother and I have not been here
a week, yet we have made most charm-
ing friends upon the strength of your
mutual acquaintance.”
“Indeed!” I replied.
at N ice?”
“Oh, yes, but-not at this hotel.”
“Their names?”
“The Comtesse d’Angiere and her
friend—Madame Fleuvre.”
“The Comtesse d’Angiere!” I repeated.
“Of course, I met her once or twice in
London soon after her marriage to the
Comte. .A slim Woman, with fair hair,
’aoquiline nose and laughing blue eyes.
Oh, yes. I remember her well.”
Miss Endcot laughed merrily.
“Fashions change, Mr. Clive.” she
' said, holding up one finger playfully.
“and the color of women’s hair and even
the shape of women’s noses are apt to
change with them, aren’t they, mother?
But let me warn you, Mr. Clive, not to
inquire after the Comte d’Angie-re. He
“Are 1 they still
is dead. The Comtesse makes a.
most charming widow, don’t she
mother”
As we left the hotel a telegram 'was
put into my hand.
Bertha saw my surprise and began to
chafl me. I opened the telegram and
read: '
“I. and A. are at Nice. Beware?”
I handed her the telegram.
“You’re as puzzled as I was at first,”
I added, noting the contraction of her
eyebrows. “And as it is no secret, but
onlyastory against myself, I will ex-
plain it.
I thought I heard a sigh of relief as
she returned the telegram.
“This must come from my old friend
Bob Pallant,” I contiued, “since nobody
but he—at least, nobody in London——
knows my probable whereabouts. I
have been wandering now for six months
and all on account of the I. and A. be
mentioned.
Bertha nodded. but did not
terrupt.
“The I. stands for Iris—Miss Iris May-
pel—and A. for Auntie. It happened a
year ago. Bob Pallant and I were both
in love with Iris, who was in London
ostensibly for the benefit of the season
and in charge of her aunt. Well, she
gave the preference to Bob, who, after
actually proposing to her, applied to a
private detective agency, asking as to
her character and the social position of
her people.
“He got the character as rosy as one
could be painted, and it was settled that
he should ask her to marry him. It hap-
pened that I called—by invitation—at
the flat occupied by Iris and her chaper-
one, and was shown into the conserva-
tory by the servant.
“Then came the denouement. Iris in
ignorance of my presence came into the
conservatory with her chaperone and in
aloud voice let me into their secrets,
which may be summed up in a few
words.
“Iris was an adventuress in search of
ahusband. The chaperone was no re-
lation, but employed—paid—by Iris to
introduce her to society and a likely
husband. The detective "to whom Bob
had applied for the character was Iris’s
cousin. Norton Scrubbs;hcnce the rosi-
ness of the character.”
“And these two women
town!” exclaimed Bertha.
“Bob Pallant’s iii-formation is usually
correct, and I‘m not disposed to doubt
it. You see, hewas so savage at having
been done by those people that he vow-
ed vengeance, and as he couldn’t attack
the women he swore he would be the
undoing of that detective agent—Norton
Scrubbs. And Bob Pall-ant is usually
equal to his word.
“Suppose you meet those people
here?" ‘
"I shall cut them, of course.” '
“But, but you admitted that—that
you loved—Iris—onc‘e?” '
My heart gave a great leap of delight.
Bertha’s words, the suppressed eager-
ness of her tone, the faltering in her
sentence, all pointed to one end. Our
long tete-a-tete of the previous evening,
though it had chiefly been concerned
about bygone incidents—the sort that
grow dearer as they grow older—had
left its mark. I glanced quickly in her
direction, but her face was averted, and
only a very ;- ‘11...’ . neck and a. very red
little ear v.- visible. They were
enough.
“Look!” she said. “Here comes the
Comtesse and Madam Fleuvre. How
jolly! won‘t they be surprised to see you!
oh, it is fun. I am so glad we, came this
way.” .
I looked in the direction indicated and
saw-—
I could scarcely believe I saw aright
then} but now, when I recalI the scene—
the long, wooded avenue with its pinky-
blossomed rose hedges, the waving
palms, the bushy eucalyptus, the clumps
of odorous orange trees with their pret~
by white blossoms intersprinkled with
golden fruit—it is difficult to realize'nONW
that the prim little . figure in Widowed
garb of Parisian daintiness quickly ap~
proaching us was Iris Maypel, and the
elderly companion “Auntie” of London
fame. But they were.
I had no time to plan an action. No
sooner was I assured that my eyes were
still 'in normal condition than we met
and Bertha was saying in an ecstatic
tone——
“My dear Comtesse, see who Ihave
brought you!”
2 The Comtesse extended her hand,
while the most dubious smile I ever be-
held grew on her face. I obeyed myim-
miles
in-
are in this
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. tell?
. with it?
"This if-l‘R'Di‘; an unexpected pleasure,”
I said politely. "since Miss Bertha has
intimated your presence in Nice, Ma.-
dame la. Comtesse.” I purposely em~
phasiz ii the title. “Nevertheless, it is
apleasure to renew an acquaintance
here so pleasantly matured in London.
M. le Comte, I trust is well and
N
It was said with intent. Having
started with a lie I meant to act it out.
I broke off suddenly, for two reasons.
Bertha tugged vigorously at my coat-
sleeve, and Iris, alias the Comtesse,
burst into a most realistic {it of weep-
ing. I expect the excitement of the
moment aided her.
I apologized in tones so contrlte that I
startled myself with apparent sincerity,
and Iris and her chaperone bade us
adieu. '
As we returned I listened for Bertha‘s
merited rebuke for haviing forgotten her
warning anent the Comte’s death, but I
listened in vain. In fact, so engrossed
was she in thought that it was only
when I had thrice asked a question that
she replied.
“To what stage of intimacy have you
and the Comtesse reached?” I‘ asked for
the third time.
"Why do you ask?" Bertha replied,
evasively.
"Because I am more than anxious to
know.”
“Mother and I met her at Monaco.”
“Yes?” I replied, encouragingly.
“I ought not to tell you any-
thing more.” -
“Oh, then there is something more to
Did you visit the Casino at Monte
Carlo?”
“Once.”
“You resisted the temptation of asec-
ond visit?”
"Yes.”
“The Comtesse gambles‘.”
“With the moSt consistent good luck.
She takes mother’s money and plays
with it. There, I oughtn’t to have let
on about that, but I know you’ll not
give me away, Mr. Clive. You see, the
Comtesse begged mother to trust her
with a pound just to try her luck—for
the Comtesse goes to the tables every
day—and she won. Then mother trusted
her with two pounds, then five, ten and
twenty, always winning. Now——--”
“Please go on,” I said, as Bertha
paused. - _
“There can be no harm in telling you
the rest, Mr. Clive. Mother has raised
every possible penny—pawned her jew-
els even—and to—morrow the Comtesse is
going to play with the lot. There,
don’t look as if I were to blame. I’ve
argued and protested, but where’s” the
use? The Comtesse wins every time.”
She had; but would she win this time?
The stake was high. Would sho play
That was the question. Was
the whole thing a scheme—~22. common
confidence trick—4:0 get hold of the
American dollars and bolt with them?
It goes against the grain to expose a
woman, however deserving she may be.
I concluded to give Iris a chance, and
wrote a short letter stating that I would
keep her identity 3. secret if she would
return Mrs. Endcot her money and leave
Nice early the next orning. Omitting
either condition. I dec ared I would hold
her up to ridicule and scorn.
I left the note with the porter at the
hotel where Iris was staying, and then
walked away to ponder alone upon fate,
coincidences and the like. I found a
solitary seat upon a stone boulder, with
only the dreariness of some attempted
excavations. which had ended in
ure, to greet my eyes or impinge upon
my thoughts.
I sat there and smoked, and mentally
surveyed my entire world, from London
to Nice, from Bob Pallant to Norton
Scrubbs. from Iris to Bertha.
Suddenly, without warning, :1 figure
stood beside me, and said, inquiringly:
“Reggie Clive!”
The silence of his approach and the
aggressiveness of his hearing startled
me. However, I admitted my name.
“You wrote a letter to-day to a friend
of mine, the Comtesse d’Angiere,” con-
tinned the man.
- "You are mistaken.” I replied.
“More cavilling!’ he said. with a.
sneer. “You wrote, then, to Miss Iris
Maypel.”
“If that is more truly her
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name,
“You threatened her."
I stood up. The man’s bluntness of
speech and soowling brow looked comin-
ous.
"Call it that if you will,” I replied.
“I tried to do her a good turn and to
save her from herself.”
“Bah! More quibbling! You threat-
ened to expose her if she failed to re-
turn certain money to that bumptious
old American woman or to leave Nice
in the morning. Isn’t that a threat?”
“Call it so if you like,” I returned.
“Coward!” he yelled.
“Thank you,” I said. “If you will give
me your card I shall know better to
whom I am indebted for that pseudo-
nym.”
“Hound? he said, “if you want to
know, my name’s Norton Scrubbs,
which, until your villainous friend, Pal-
lant—whom I’ll be on level terms with
yet—ruined it,was a flourishing name in
London. Ah! you shrink, do you. Here’s
something that will make you shrink
into a still narrower compass.”
He pulled a revolver from his pocket,
and cocked it. I showed as bold a face
as I could muster.
“Don’t forget that you’ll have to an-
‘swer for this,” I said.
His hoarse laugh echoed all around,
and intensified the utter desolation of
the place.
“Answer!” he said. “To whom shall I
answer? To these stones? To the
night? To whom,-I repeat? There’s not
a. soul within ear shot, and not likely to
be this side of morning.” ,
I realized the truth of his bluster. The
day had died suddenly, and the mists
were growing uncomfortably dense.
“Come, continued Scrubbs, “we’ll
strike a bargain, you and I. Swear—'-
and mind you stick to it+that you will
leave Nice to-night and not return or
communicate with any one in this town
for three months from this moment!
The a! m‘rnztiva” is.—-—”
nun-an _._...
fail- _
He explained the unfinished sentence
with an emphasized movement of, the
pistol.
I am not a brave man, yet I am not
an abject coward. I had a decided on
je‘ction at that. moment to be hurled
into eternity and leave Bertha behind.
In the few available seconds allowed
me for‘consi-tlra'ation twenty methods
of attack and defense presented them-
selves and were rejected. Then, all at
once, my muscles acted involuntarily.
I sprang at my opponent and gripped
him somewhere in the region of the
throat. The attack was sheer folly. He
was twice my weight, poaSessed twice .
my strength, and learned'in every art-
and trick connected with the free-fight
and the knock-down blow.
I thought on my foolishness as I lay
prone upon the dirt and blinked up
timorously at Scrubb‘s revolver, which
looked right down my throat as I
gasped for breath.
“Now, you hound!” he said, “will you
come to terms now or will you take a
dose of lead?” .
The reply startled me quite as much
as did Scrubbs.
It was the pop of a pistol, the whirr of
a. shot and the cry of a wounded man
as Scrubbs fell forward right across my .
legs.
I disengaged myself and sprang to my
feet just as Bertha Endcot sprang from
behind a. pile of loose stones and stood
before me. . .
“I winged him, didn’t I?” she asked
breathlessly. “The coward! Perhaps
the next time he dubs my mother a
bumptious old woman he‘ll remember
that an American girl can shoot.” f
Bertha had put a bullet into his thigh,
and the shot cost her mother a few
thousand pounds, for Iris and her cha-
perone had left Nice—with Mrs. End-
cot’s money—before we managed to get
the wounded man back to his hotel.—
Illustrated Bits.
Interrupted the Witness.
Some time since. in southwest Geor-
gia, a murder case was being tried be-
fore a certain judge. The State’s attor-
neys had seen the shooting, and they had
an old negro on the witness stand. The
negro became intensely interested in the
story he was telling, His big eyes were
fixed upon the lawyer who was ques-
tioning him, and he seemed to think
therewas no other person in the room.
He was trembling with excitement, so
much so that he stammcrezi, and he told
his story as if he was having a strictly
private and confidential conversation
wvith the State’s attorney. '
“An’ den, boss," he said in solemn
and awe-struck tones, "j—j—jest ez I
were comin‘ roun’ (-e cor-nah, sah, I see
him ’long 0’ de lampost. I——”
“What time was this?" asked the
judge.
The witness paused just for a second,
as if something had disturbed him; then
without turning his head he went on:
“J ——j-—jest as I were comin’ roun’ de
comah, boss, I see him ’long 0’ de lamp-
post. I———”
The judge rapped the desk before him
smartly with his gavel.
“Stop!" he said. “The court is ask-
ing youpa question. At what time did
you come around the corner?”
Again the witness stopped and made a
motion with his hands as if he was
brushing away a fly from his ear,’ but
he never turned around, and again
started to tell his story:
“Ez I wuz a-sayin’, boss, I rounded
datdah cornah, an’ I see him ’long of
de____’,
The judge brought his mallet down
with a. noise which almost caused the
witness to leap off the stand and roared
out:
“What do you mean. sir? If you do
not answer my question instantly I
shall commit you?"
“L—l—look er yere, b053, doan’t you
see I’m talkin’ to this gen’lman?"
The lawyers were almost convulsed
' with laughter, the judge bent his head
and shook with merriment, and the Wit-
ness-was allowed to finish his story un-
disturbed—Atlanta Constitution.
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Within a year or two there will be im-
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of newspaper making. The reporter
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The editor, whether in his office or
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Writers on newspapers will become
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