occurrences are yet told with a species of gloomy indifference--the story

is current that at the moment of setting out with his regiment one of the

colonels who could be named hesitated, and that the emissary from the

Elysée, taking a sealed packet from his pocket, said to him, "Colonel, I

admit that we are running a great risk. Here in this envelope, which I

have been charged to hand to you, are a hundred thousand francs in

banknotes for contingencies." The envelope was accepted, and the

regiment set out. On the evening of the 2d of December the colonel said

to a lady, "This morning I earned a hundred thousand francs and my

General's epaulets." The lady showed him the door.

Xavier Durrieu, who tells us this story, had the curiosity later on to

see this lady. She confirmed the story. Yes, certainly! she had shut the

door in the face of this wretch; a soldier, a traitor to his flag who

dared visit her! She receive such a man? No! she could not do that,

and," states Xavier Durrieu, she added, "And yet I have no character to

lose."

Another mystery was in progress at the Prefecture of Police.

Those belated inhabitants of the Cité who may have returned home at a

late hour of the night might have noticed a large number of street cabs

loitering in scattered groups at different points round about the Rue de

Jerusalem.

From eleven o'clock in the evening, under pretext of the arrivals of

refugees at Paris from Genoa and London, the Brigade of Surety and the

eight hundred sergents de ville had been retained in the Prefecture. At

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