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VOL I. LARGEST STORE is- NORTH GEORGIA MICHEL IK, Athens, Gu. WH9LKDILI DRV MUDS NOTIONS sms HITS. Merchants will do well to got our I prices before buyin : MICHAEL BROS- Athens. Ga. This is the Man sxVE |S IE yM, |*J ffli Wk m'Mj Tw TX-r <fifi ■yi m 11 *Mi 111 uiiili lAJISJ iiaitvr sum nil in, Atlantst. Shirts, open bosom, 12 Jc Shirts with coll°r and ends, IJjC (Plaited or ) Shirts, plain, 10c Collars, ?ic * Cuffs, p;r pair, 5c Ties, 5c Nightshirts, 10c Undershirts, 8c i* .Drawers, 8c Socks, per pair, 5c j Handkerchiefs, Re [ Silk Handkerchiefs, 5c \V/ line Coats, 10c / Ap-o ■■■•. Indies Waists, I*h* White Vests, 20c ; White Pants, 25 to 50c i Tablecloths, 10c I Napkins, lc pTowela, * 5c I Sheets, * 5c I Pillow Slips, 5c I Spi •.-ads, 10c I Lace Certains, 76 to $2.00 | Domestic and Gloss Finish. I We Clea i and Press Gentlemen’s nuits Equal to New, $1 50. WM BAUER, Proprietor. I'b Can Leaee Paskayes at Thi | OjficWe will forward the name. the surprise of all. Jlr. James Jones, of Ihe drag firm If .Tones & Sor, Cowden, 111 , in leaking of I)r. King’s New Discov — ►y, says *lmt last winter his wife was Ltacked with La Grippe, aid her case I rew si; serious that physicians at owden and Puna ••• .id i ■ n oil.'. ,r liar It seem i io du’-'.-b*i> H’to asty Gonsu iiiiti n. it. tin,; Dr. i- • tg. aw Discovery :ti ~ore. and selling Ls f it, h® took a >• * 'I • home, and , the silt prise t aii s.o lagan ge, •ttertivm first dov*. an ' ■ n liter h ■ les curen l.'-r .•I. ■) . K..' v-r in- mm.• in, ('s' jara'iteed to do this „• ■ ■ * • iv:. Trv it. Free trial If...ties at L ■ ,u- iuinn & Bro s, and L. J. Sharp & ra’s Drug Stores HARMONY GROVE., (!A. B tp-wO FOB ONE. ■By spooial arrangement we offer I HOME ani> FARM P coiolimatian with car paper for $125, SUM Bln-tliepriccnf bcth. That ls.forall new or ;r’jsTi'H'rs rrnewinft an I ', pa’ Ing iaa,lvar.ee H i The Home ami Karrs ore year for 25 Pat Horne ami Harr, has for malty years ts.< n Be i.ailla; agrieultisial Journal in the south 8,-i S. Ui.hv’-est, mmle l\v farmer- for farsoer- Bs ■ ‘h-i-ar.i I r.t e, tttlitcUol I y Aunt .’ re B'ci”.-V lieiartiier.t ar-1 its Di.tr’ ,e B-rm.i-et are 1.-igMcr arc! 'Wer Oar ever. BUm> stow am! <s*. this great .1 .reel for the ■i ' , ■ 4-m for 25 vents. Banks County Journal. JHE waaswf V SKIMC QFJHEgr V O BylvLEs CLARETIE I rop/rctot-.T. 1897 pk w r. pewiMO fr-co CHAPTER IV. M. Desbriero dow began the investi gation. He questioned the porter and portress, while he studied the salon in detail. Bernnrdct reamed about, exam ining at very close range each and every object in the room as a dog sniffs and scents about for a trail. “What kind of u man was your lodg er ?” was the first question. Monicbe replied in a tone which showed that he felt that his tenant had been accused of something. “Oh, M. le Commissaire, a very worthy man, I swear it. ’’ "The licit man in the world," added his wife, wiping her eyea “I am not inqniring about his moral qualities,” M. Desbriero said. “What I want to know is, how did he live and whom did he receive?” “Few people. Very few,” the porter answered. "The poor man liked soli tude. He lived hero eight years. He re ceived a few frie ids; but, I repeat, a very small number.” M. Rovere had retired the apartment In 1888. He installed himself in his rooms, with his pictures and books. The porter was much astonished at the num ber of pictures and volumes which tbs new ledger brought. It took a loug time to settle, as M. Rovers was very fastid ious and personally superintended the banging of his canvases and the placing of his hooka He thought that he rnubt have been on artist, although ho said that he was a retired merchant. He had heard him say one day that be had been oonsnl to some foreign country—Spain or South America. He lived quite simply, aithongh they thought that be must bo rich. Was he a miser? Not at all; very generous, on the contrary, but plainly ho shunned the world. Ho had chosen their apart ment because it was in a retired spot, far from the Parisian boulevards. Four or five years before a woman, clothed in black, hod oomo there—a woman who seemed still young. He had not seen her face, which was covered with a heavy black veil. She had visited M. Rovere quite often. He always accom panied her respectfully to the door when she went away. Once or twice he bad gone out with her in a carriage No, he did uot know her name. M. Ro vere’s life was regulated with military precision. Hi usually hold himself up right. Of late sickness had bowed him somewhat. He went out whenever he waa able, going as far os the Bois and back. Then, after breakfasting, he shut himself up in his library and read and wrote. Ho passed nearly all of his evon ngs at home. “He never made us wait up for him, as be never went to the theater, ” said Moniche. The malady from which ha suffered and which puzzled the physicians had seized him on his return from a summer sojourn at Aix-les-Bains for his healtu. The neighbors had at once noticed the effect produced by the cure. When he went away, be bad been somewhat trou bled with rheumatism, but when lie re turned he was a confirmed sufferer, fcince the beginning of Septemlx-r lie had not been out. receiving no visits, except from his doctor, and spending whole days in his ousy chair or upon liis lounge, while Mme. Mouiche read the dally papers to him. "Wheu I say that he saw no one, ” said the porter, “I make a mistake There was that gentleman” — And he looked nt his wifa “What gentleman?” Mme. Moniche shook her head, as i. he ought not to answer. “Of whom do yen speak?” repeated the commissary, looking at both of them. At this moment Beruardet, standing on tho threshold of the library adjoining the salon, looked searchingly about tho room in which M. Rovrro ordinarily spent bis time, and which he had prob ably left to meet bis fate. His ear was l>.s quick to hear ns his eye to see and as he hoard tho question he softly ap proached and listened for tho answer. "What gentleman and what did he do?" asked tho commissary a little brusquely, for ho noticed a hesitation to reply in both Mouiclie and his wife. “Well, and what does this racac?" “Oh, well, 41. le Oommissaire, it is this—perhups It menus nothing!” And tho concierge weut on to tell how, one evening, a very tino gentleman, and very polished, moreover, had come to tho house and asked to see M. Revere. He had goue to his apartment ami had remained a long time. It was, he thought, about the middle of October, and Mine. Monichc. who hud gone up stairs to light the gas, met the muu is ho wa* coming out of M. Itovere's rooms and hail noticed ut the first glance the 1 troubled air of the individual—Moniche already called the gentleman the “indi vidual” —who was very pale and whose eyes were rod. [ Then, at some time or other, tho iu ! dividual bad made another visit to M Bovero. More than once tho portress had tr'rd to learn H-s name. Up to this moment she had ui.s succeed..".. One day she asked M. Bovero who it .•■->, and he very shortly asked her what ’ .usi nesp. it was of hers, h’ 'Vd not ins - hut sho vat-bed the . . . virtual with a vugne and at "In cinct, in ’sicnr; f.y irEt’uti . me” IIOMEU. GA., THURSDAY. JANUARY 27, 1898. “Enough,” ihterruptetl M. uesonere. “If we had only instinct to guide us, we should make some famous blunders. ” “Oh. it was not only by instinct, monsieur I” “Ah, ahl Let ns hoar it”— Beruurdet, with his eyes fastened up on Mme. Moniche, did not lose a sylla ble of her story, which her husband oc casionally interrupted to correct or to complete a statement or to add some detail. The corpse, with mouth open and fiery, ferocious eyes, seemed also to listen. Mme. Moniche, as we already know, entered M. Rovire’s apartment when ever she wished. She was bis landlady, hi* .reader his friend. Rovere was brusque, hut ho was good. So it was nothing straugo when the woman, nrged by curiosity, suddenly appeared in his rooms, for him to say: “Ah, you here? Is that you? I did not call you. ” An electric bell connected the rooms v ; *h the coueiergo 10-Jgo. Usually - wor ! reply, “I thought 1 heard the boil. And she would profit by the occasion to fix up the fire, which M. Eovere, busy with his reading or writing, had for gotten to attend to. She was much at tached to him. She did not wish to hav him suffer from the cold, and recently bad entered as often as possible, under one pretext or another, knowing that he was ill, rnd desiring to be at hum in case of need. Wheu one evening about eight days before she hrd entered the room, while the visitor, whom Mo niche called tne individual, was there, the portress had been astouithcu to see the two men standing before Bovere i iron safe, tho door wide open and botJ. looking at some papers spread out ou tho desk. Rovere, with his sallow, thiu face, was holding some papers in his hand, and the other was bent over, looking with eager eyes at—Mine. Moniche had seen them well—some rent rolls, bills and deeds. Perceiving Mme. Moniche, who stood hesitating on the threshold. M. Rovere frowned and mechanically made a move as if to gather up the scat tered papers. But the portress said, “Pardon. ” and quickly withdrew Only —ah, only—she had time to see, to sea plainly the iron safe, the heavy doors standing open, the keys hanging from the lock, and M. Rovere in his dressing gown, the official papers, yeHov - and blue, others bearing seals and a ribbon, lying there beforo him. He seemed in a bad humor, but said nothing. Not a word. “And the other one?” Tho other man was us pale ns M Ro ▼ere. He resembled him, moreow. He was, perhaps, a rolative. Mme Moniche had noticed the expression with which he contemplated those papers and the fierce glance which ho cast at her when me pushed open the door without know ing what sight awuited her. Shu had gone down stairs, but she did not at once tell her husband about wbat “h had seen. It >ufc some time afterward The individual had come ngain. He re mained closeted with M. Rovere for gome hours. The sick man was lying on the lounge. The portress had lieurd them through the door talking in low tones She did not know wbat they *iid. She oould hear only a murmur, and she had very good cars, too, but she heard only confused sounds, not one plain word. Wheu, however, the visitor was going away she heard Rovere say to him, ” I must tell all sooner or later. “ Did the dead man possess a secret Cotton, like every other crop, needs nourishment. A fertilizer containing nitro gen, phosphoric acid, and not less than 3% of actual Potash, will increase the crop and im prove the land. Our books tell all about the subject. They are free to any farmer. GERMAN KALI WORKS. 9j Niiuq st. # New York. If you need a Buggy call at The Jour nal Office which weighed heavily upon him and which he shared with that other? And the other—who was he? Perhaps an oc oomplice. Everything she had said be longed to the commissary of polioe and to the press. 8h had told her story with omissions, with timorous looks, with sighs of doubts and useless gestures. Beruardet listened, noting each word, tho purposes of this portress, the melo dramatic gossip in certain information In which he verified the precision—all this was engraven on his brain, as ear lier in the day the expression of the dead man’s eyes had been reflected in the kodak. He tried to distinguish as best he could the undeniable facts in this first deposition, when a woman of the peo ple, garrulous, indiscreet, gossiping and sealous, baa the joy of playing a role. He mentally examined her story, with the interruptions which her husband made when sbo accused the Individual. He stopped her with a look, placing his hand on her arm and said: “One must wait. One does not know. He had the appearance at a worthy man. ’ ’ The wo •**. r—/ Jf. Hovcre mechanically made a move ae if to gather up the scattered papers, man, pointing ont with a grand gesture the hotly lying upon the floor, .said, ‘‘Oh, well, and did not M. Rovere have the appearance of a worthy man also, and did it hinder him from coming to that?” Over Bernardet's face a mocking lit tie smile passed. ‘‘He always had the appear,ince of £ worthy man,” ho said, looking at the dead man, “and be even seemed like a worthy man who looked at rascals with courage. lam certain,” slowly added the oflicer, “that if one could know the last thought in that brain which thinks no more, could soe in those unseeing eyes the last image upon which they looked, one would learn nil that ueec be known about that individual oi whom you speak and the manner of hi death. ” "Possibly he killed himself,” said the commissary. But the hypothesis of suicide was not possible, as Bernardet remarked to him, much to the great contempt of the re porters who were covering their note books with a running handwriting and with hieroglyphics. The wound was too deep to have been made by the man's own hand. And besides they would llnd the weapon with which that horrible gash had been made near at hand. There was no weapon of nny kind near the body. The murderer had either carried it away with him in his flight or ho had thrown it away in some other part of the apartment. They would soon know. They need not even wait for an nu topsy to determine that it was an assas sination. “That is evident,” interrupt ed the commissary. "The autopsy will be made, however. ’ ’ And with an insistence which sur pised the commissary a little Bernardet in courteous tones, evidently haunted by one particular idea, begged and al most supplicated SI. Desbriero to send for the attorney for the republic, so that the corpso could be takeu as soon as possible to the morgue. “Poor man,” exclaimed Mine. Mo nielio. “To tho morgne! To the morgue!" Bernardet calmed her with a word. “It is necessary. It is the law. Oh, M. le Oommissaire, let ns do it qniek ly—quickly. I will tell you why. Time will ho gained—l mean to say saved — and the criminal found.” Then while M. Deshriere sent an offi cer to tho telephone office to ask for the attorney for tho republic to come as quickly ns possible to the Boulevard de Clichy, Mmo. Moniche freed her mind to the reporters in regard to some phil osophical considerations upon human destiny, which condemned iu so unfore seen, so odiously brutal a manner a good lodger as respectable as M. Ro vero to lie laid upon a slab at the morgne, like a thief or a vagabond—he who went out but seldom, and who ■‘loved his home so much. " “The everlasting antithesis of life, ” replied Punl liodier, who made a note of his reflection. CHAPTER V. Some time passed before the arrival of the attorney, and through tho closed Venetian blinds tho murmurs of the crowd collected below could be heard. The commissary wrote his report on the corner of a table, by the light of a sin gle caudle, uud now and then asked for some detail of Beruardet, who seemed very impatient. A heavy silenco had fallen on the room. Thoso who a short time before had exchange'll observations iu loud tones since the commissary bad finished with Mina Moniche had drop pod their voices and spoke in hnsbed Ames, as if they were in a sickroom. Suddenly a bell rang, sending shrill notes through the silent room. Beruar dt't remarked that no doubt the attorney bud arrived. Ho looked at his watch, a simple silver Geneva watch, bat which he prized highly—a present from his wif>—and murmured: •‘There is yet lima" It was, in fact, the attorney for the republic who came in, act .mpanied by tho eiamining mag- I strafe, M. Glnory, whom criminal* called “the vise, ’’ because he pressed them so hard when he got bold of them. M. Oinory was in tho attorney’s office when the officer bad telephoned to M. Jacqnelin des Andrays, and the latter had asked him to accomjiany him to the scene of the murder. Bernardet knew them both well. Ho bad more than once been associated with M. Andraya He also knew M. Oinory os a very just, a very good mnn, aithongh he was much feared, for while searching for the truth of a matter he reserved judgment of those whom ho had fastened in his vise. M. Audreys was still a young man, slender and correct, tightly but toned up in his redingote, smooth shav en, wearing eyeglasses. The red ribbon in his bnttoubolc seemed a little too large, liko a rosette worn there through coquetry. M. Gl nory, on the contrary, wore clothes too Urge for him; his necktie was tied as if it was a black cord; bis hat was half brushed; he was short, stout and Ban guine, with his little suubuose, and his mouth, with its heavy jaws. Ho seemed beside the worldly magistrate like a sort of professor or savant or collector, who, with a leather bag stuffed with books, seemed more fitted to pore over somo brochures or precious old volumes thau to spend his time over musty law documents. Robust ami active, with his AS years, he entered that bouse of crime as an expert topographist mukes a map and who scarcely needs a gnide, even in an unknown country. He went straight to tbe body, which, as we have said, lay between the two front windows, and both be and M. Andrays stood a mo ment looking at it, taking in, ns bod the others, all tbe details which might serve to guide them in their researches. The attorney for the republic asked the commissary if ho had made his report, anil the latter handed it to him. He read it with satisfied nods of his bead. During this time Beruardet had ap proached M. Oinory, saluted him and asked for a private interview with a glance of his eye. Tho examining mag istrate understood what he meant “Ah, is it you, Beruardet? You wish to speak to me?” “Yes, M. Oinory. I beg of you to get the body to tho dissecting room for tbe autopsy ns soon as possible.’’ He had quietly and almost imperceptibly drawu the magistrate away toward a window, away from the reporters, who wished to hear every word that waa uttered, where he had him quite by himself in a corner of the room near tho library door. “Tliere is an experiment which mnst be tried, monsieur, and it ought to tempt a man like you,” be suid. Bernardet knew very well that pains taking even to a fault, taken with any new scientific discoveries, with a recep tive mind, eager to study and to learn, M. Giuory would uot refuse him any help which would aid justice. Had not the Acudemy of Moral and Political Sciences crowned the year before M Oinory ’shook ou "The Duties of a Mag istrate to tho Diseoveriea of Science?" The word “experiment" was not said in order to frighten M. Uiuory. “What do you mean by that, Ber nardet?” the magistrate asked. Ber nnnlet shook his bead as if to intimate that tho explanation was too long to give him there. They were not alone. Eome one might bear them. And if a journal should publish the strange prop osition which he wished to— “Ah, ah,” exclaimed the examining magistrate, “then it is something strange, your experiment?” “Any magistrate hut you would think it wild, unreasonable or ridiculous, which is worse. But you—oh, Ido not say it to flatter yon, monsieur," quick ly added the i>olice officer, seeing that this praise troubled this man, who nl ways shrank from it. “I speak thus be cause it is the very truth, and nny one else would treat me as crack brained But you—no. ” M. Uiuory looked curiously at the little muu, whose attitude was humble and eveu supplicating and seemed to seek a favorable response, and whose •yes sparkled ami indicated that his idea was no common one. “What is that room there?” asked M Ginory, pointing to tho half open li brary door. "It Is the study of M. Kovere—the victim” — “Let us go in there, ” said M. Ginory. Iu this room no one could hear them. They ceuld speak freely. Oil entering tho examining magistrate mechanically cast his eye over tho books, stopping ut such and such a title of a rare work, and, seating himself in a low, easy chair covered with caramauie, he made a sign to tho police officer to speak. Beruardet stood, hut iu band, in front of him. ”M. le Juge, ” Beruardet began, “1 beg your pardon for asking you to grant me an interview, hut allowing for the difference iu our positions, which is very great, I am, like you. a scholar — ie ry curious 1 shall never belong to the jistitute, and you will” — “Goon, Beruardet.” "Anil you will belong to it, M. Gi nory, hut I strive also, in my lower sphere, to keep rny.Alf an couraut with all that is said and with all that is writ ten. I was in the service of the acad emy when your beautiful work was crowned, and when tho perpetual secre tory spoke of those magistrates who knew how to unite the love of letters with a study of justice 1 thought that lower dow'u, much lower down, on the ladder, M. le Jtige, he might hare also searched for and found some men who studied to learn and to do their best in doing their duty. ” “Ah, 1 know yon, Bemardctl Your kief has often spoken of you. ” “1 know that M. 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