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VOL. I. LARGEST STORE IN’ NORTH GEORGIA Miim IBS, Athens, CS-fi. mime dry roads m\m SHOES HITS. Merchants will do well to get our prices before buying MICHAEL BROS- Athens, Ga. TEARING IT DOWN. The citizens of Clarksville were sm prised no little on Wednesday morn ing the 13th inst, when they awok. and found that they only had a p >ri #if a coo’-t h'*n ’eh; ' n-l : :! ‘ v. 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White Vests, White Pants 25 l" >U Tablecloths, ’ •’*' Napkins, 1c Towels, ■ Sheets, 5c Pillow Slips, 5c Spreads, 1 Oti Lace Ciirta ; ns, 76 to $2.00 Domestic and Gloss Finish. We Clean and Press Gentlemen’s Suits Equal to Nev, $1.50. XV M BAUER, Proprietor. You Can Leave Packages at Thi Offic, We will forward the same. fie fori l . > ’ Almanac & s Encyclopedia i IVill Ask It % Standard American ■& Annual. Ready Jan. 1, 1898, On All News Stands. Larger, Better, More Complete Than Ever. IjgPTbc most widely sold Manual Refer met Book and Political Manual published. ¥ e THE WORLD, ® Pulitzer Building, New York. HOMER. GA®, THURSDAY, JANUARY 20, 1898. |mC OfTHg| COpyRiOMT. 1897 B Y. re F.FENNO grCO ' >t t CHAPTER I. “Where does Beruardet live?” “At the passage to the right. Yes, that house which you see with the grat ing nud the garden behind it.” The man to whom a passerby had given this information hurried away in the direction pointed ont. Although gasping for breath, lie tried to run, in order to more quickly roach the little Louse at the end of the passage of the Elysee des Beaux Arts. This passage, r sort of cnl do sac, on either side of which wefo black buildings, strange old houses and dilapidated storehouses, ox medupou a boulevard filled with life and move ment, with people promenading, with the noise of tramways, with gayety and light. The man wore the dress and had the bearing of a workman. He was very short, very fat, and his bald head was bared to the warm October raiu. He was a workman, in truth, who worked in his concierge lodge, making over and mending garments for his neighbors, while his wife looked after the liouso, swept the staircases and complained of her lot. Mine. Moniclie found life hard and disagreeable and regretted that it had I not given her what it promised when, I at 18, and very pretty, she had expected something better than to watch beside a tailor bent over liis work in a concierge’s lodge. Into her life a tragedy had sud denly- precipitated itself, and Aime. Monicho found that day something to brighten np her afternoon. Entering a moment before the apartment occupied by M. Rovere, she bad found her lodger lying on his back, his eyes fixed, his arms flung ont, with a gash across his throat. M. Rovere had lived alone in the house for many years, receiving a few mysterious persous. Mine. Mouiche looked after his apartment, entering by using her own key whenever it was necessary, and her lodger had given her permission to come there at any time to read the daily papers. lime. Monicho hurried down the stairs. “M. Rovere is dead! M. Rovere has been murdered! His throat has been cut! Ko has been assassinated!” Ami pursuing her husband out of the door sho exclaimed: “The police—go for the police!” This word “police” awakened in the tailor’s mind U'rt tho thought of the neighboring c miissary, but the thought of the m. n to whom he felt that ho ought to appeal, whom he ought to consult. This man was the good little M. Bernardet, who passed for a man of genius of his kind at tho Surete and for whom Monicho had often repaired coats and rehemracd trousers. From tho mansion iu tho Boulevard .ie Clichy, where Monicho lived, to M. Bemardet’s house was hut a short dis tance, and the concierge knew the way very well, as ho had often been there, but the poor man was so stupefied, so overwhelmed, by the sudden appearance of his wifo in his room, by tho brutal revelation which came to him as tho blow of a fist by tho horrible manlier of M. Rovcre’s death, that he lost his head. Horrified, breathless, ho asked tho first passerby where Beruardet lived, and ho ran as fast as ho could in the direction pointed out. Arrived at tho grating, tho worthy man, a littlo confused, stopped short. He was very strongly moved. It seemed to him that ho had been cast into the agony of a horrible nightmare. An as sassination in tho house! A murder in the Boulevard do Clichy in broad day light, just over his head, while ho was quietly repairing a vest! He stood looking at tho house without ringing. M. Beruardet was, no doubt, breakfasting with his family, for it was Sunday, and tho polieo officer, meeting Moniche tho evening before, lmd said to him, “Tomorrow is my birthday." Mouiohe hesitated a moment. Then he rang the bell He was not kept waiting The sudden opening of tbo grating star tied him. Ho pushed hack the door and entered. He crossed a little court, at the eud of which was a pavilion He mounted tho three steps and was met on the threshold by a littlo woman, as rosy and fresh as an apple, who, napkin in hand, gayly saluted him. "Eh, M. Moniche!" It was Mine. Beruardet, a Burgundi an woman, about 35 years of age, trim and coquettish, who stepped back so that tho tailor could euter. “What is the matter, M. Moniche?” Poor Moniche rolled iris frightened eyes around and gasped out, “I must speak to M. Beruardet.’’ “Nothing easier, ’’ said the littlo wo man. “M. Beruardet is in the garden Yes, ho is taking advantage of tho beau tiful day. He is taking a group”— "What group?” “You know very well photography is his passion. Come with me.” And Miuo. Beruardet poiuted to the end of tho corridor, where an open door gave a glimpse of the garden at the rear of the house. M. Beruardet, the in spector, had posed his three daughters with their mother about a small table, on which coffee hail been served. ' “I bad just gone in to get my nap kin, when 1 heard you ring,” Mine Beruardet said. Beruardet made a sign to Moniche not to advance. He was as plump and as gay as his wife. His mustache was red, his double chin smooth shaven and rosy, his eyes Fad a sharp, cunning _____ - —-f ' J"" - ' look, his head was round anil closely cropped. The three daughters, clothed alike in Scqtch plaid, were posing in front of a photographic apparatus which stood on a tripod. The eldest was about 12 years of ago, the youngest a child of 5. They wero all three strangely alike. M. Bemardet, in honor of his birth day, was taking a picture of his daugh ters. The ferret who from morning till night tracked robbers and malefactors into their hiding places was taking his recreation in his damp garden. The sweet idyl of this hidden life repaid him for his unceasing investigations, for his trouble and fatiguing man hunts through Paris. “There,” he said, clapping the cap over the lens. “That is all. Go and play uow, my dears. I am at your serv ice now, Monicho." He shut up Iris photograph t)>; t' ! pulling out the tripod hum ie soil in which it was imbedded, wl: < his daughters joyously ran to then mother. The young girls stood gazing at Monicho with their great blue eyes, piercing and clear. Beruardet turned to look at him, and at once divined that something had happened. “You are as white as your handker chief, Moniclie,” he said. “A murder?” “A murder, yes, M. Beruardet. M Rovere —you did not know him?” “No.” “Ho was an original, a recluse, and now he has been assassinated. My wife went to bis room to read the papers”— Bernardet interrupted him brusquely “When did it happen?” “Ah, dame, monsieur, I do not know Ali I know is my wife found tho body still warm. She was not afraid. Sb touched it.” “Still warm!” These words struck Bernardet. He re fleeted a moment. Then lie said: “Come, let us go to your house.” Then, struck with a sudden idea, > added, “Yes, I will take it. 1 Ho unfastened his camera from f tripod. “I have three plates left win I can use,” he said. Mmc. Bernardet, who was standii at a little distance, with tho childrt clinging to her skirts, perceived that tl concierge had brought important newt Bernardet’s smiling face had suddcul; changed. Tho expression became seri oils, his glance fixed and keen. “Art thou going with him?” Mmc Bernardet asked as she saw her liusbaut. buckle on a leather bandolier. “Yes,” he answered. "Ah, nion Dieu! My poor Sunday, and this evening! Can wo not go to the little theater at Montmartre this even ing?” “I do not know,” ho replied. “You promised. Tho poor children! You promised to take them to see Cio serie des Genets. ’ ’ “I cannot tell. I do not know. I will see,” tho little man said. “My dear “Von arc ns white ns ynvr hnndkcrchlc! tloniche,” he mild. Moniche, today is my fortieth birthday I promised to take them to the theater but I must go with y Turning t( his wife, lie add< and : "i' -t 1 ■ 1 c back as soon i let ns ha Ho kissed his wife ont.be forcheac and each little girl on both cheeks, strapping tho camera in the bamiolic; he went out, followed by the tailor. A.- they walked quickly along Moniche kept repeating, "Still warm—yes, M Bernardot, still warm.” CHAPTER 11. Bernardet was quite an original char acter. Among the agents, some of whom were very odd, and among the devoted subalterns this little man, with his singular mind, with his insatiable cn riosity, reading auythiug ho could lay his hands on, passed for a literary per son. His chief sometimes laughingly said to him: “Bernardet, take care You havo lit erary ambitious. You will begin to dream of writing for the papers.” "Oh, no, M. Morel! But what would you? 1 am simply amusing myself. ” This was true. Bernardet was a born fcuutcr. Witn a superior education he might have become a savant, a frequent er of libraries, passing his life in work- I ing on documents and in deciphering manuscripts. The son of a dairyman, ! brought up in a Laneastrial s- hool, j reading with avidity ail the daily pa -1 pers, attracted by everything mysteri j cus which happened in Paris, 1 aviug accomplished hi. military .’nty, he up “Rust, the dread of the cotton grower, can be prevented. Trials at Experiment Stations and the experience of leading growers prove positively that Kainit is the only remedy. tVe will be glad to send, free of charge, interesting and useful pamphlets which treat of the matter in detail. GERMAN' KALI WORKS. Nunu St., New York. plied for admission to the police bureau, as he would have embarked for the new world, for Mexico or for Tonqnin, in order to travel in anew country. Then he married, so that he might have in his checkered existence, which was dan gerous and wearying, a haven of rest, a fireside of peaceful joy. So he lived a double life, tracking malefactors like a bloodhound and cul tivating his little garden. There he de voured old books, for which he had paid a few sous at some book stall. He read and pasted in old odd leaves, rebound them himself and cut clippings from paj>er3. He filled his round, bald head with a mass of facts which he investi gated, classified, put into their proper place, to bo brought forth as occasion demanded. Ho was an inquisitive person—a very inquisitive person indeed. Curiosity filled his life. He performed with pleas ure the most fatiguing and repulsive tasks that fall to a police officer's lot. They satisfied the original need of his nature and permitted him to seo every thing, to hear everything, to penetrate into the most curious mysteries—teday, in a dress suit with white tie, carelessly glancing over the crowds at the opera to discover the thieves who took opera glasses, which they sent to accomplices in Germany to be sold; tomorrow go ing in ragged clothes to arrest a mur derer in some cutthroat den in the Gla- oiere. M. Bernardet had taken possession of he efface of tho most powerful bankers, ized their books and made them go ,vay with him in a cab. He had fol iwed, by order, the intrigues of more dan one fine lady, who owed to him ,er salvation. What if M. Bernardet jad thought fit to speak? But he never poke, and reporters came out worsted from any attempt at an interview with him. “An interview is silver, but si lence is gold, ’ ’ he was wont to say, for he was not a fool. Ho had assisted at spiritual seances and attended secret meetings of an archists. He had occupied himself with occult matters, consulting tho magi cians of chance, and he had at his tongue’s end the list of conspirators He knew the true names of the famous Greeks who shuffled cards as cue scouts about under an assumed name. The gambling hells were all familiar to him. He knew the churches in whose dark corners associates assembled to talk of affairs, who did not wish to be seen iu beer shops or spied upon in cabarets. Of the millions in Paris ho knew the secrets of this whirlpool of humanity. Oh, if he had ever become prefect of police, he would have studied his Paris, not at a distance, looking up statistics in books, or fr in tbo windows of a po lice bureau, bu , in the streets, iu wretch ed lodgings, in hovels, in the asylums of misery and of crime. But Bernardet was not ambitious. Life suited him very well as ho found it. His good wife had brought to him a small dower, and Bernardet, content with this poor little fortune, found that he had all the power he wanted —tho power, when occasion demanded, of putting his hand on tho shoulder of a former minister and of taking a murderer by the throat. Olio day a fiuaucier, threatened with imprisonment in Mazas, pleased him very much. Bernardet entered his office to arrest him. He did not wish to iiave a row in the bank. The police officer and banker found themselves alone, face to face, iu a very small room, a private office, with heavy curtains and a thick carpet, which stifled all noise. “Fifty thousand francs if you will let mo escape, ” said the hanker “M. le Comte jests. " “A hundred thousand!" ‘‘The pleasantry is very great, but it is a pleasantry. ’’ Then the count, very pale, said, “And what if 1 crack your head?” “My brother officers are waiting for mo,” Bernardet simply replied. “They know that our interview does not prom ise to be a long one, and this last propo sition, which I wish to forget like the others, would only aggravate, I believe, if it became known, M. le Comte's ease ’ Two minutes afterward tho banker went out, preceding Bernardet, who followed him with bared head. The banker said to his employees, in an easy tone: "Goodby for the moment, mes sieurs. 1 will return soon.” It was also Bernardet who, visiting the Bank Hants-Plateaux, said to bi> chief, "M. Morel, something very sen ous is taking place there. ” “What is it. 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