eners, as if seeking some sign of approval. None being forthcoming,
he proceeded with his story.

"Father Tringlot was an uneducated man, entirely ignorant of the law. He
did not inform the authorities that he had found a child, and, for this
reason, although I was living, I did not legally exist, for, to have
a legal existence it is necessary that one's name, parentage, and
birthplace should figure upon a municipal register.

"When I grew older, I rather congratulated myself on Father Tringlot's
neglect. 'May, my boy,' said I, 'you are not put down on any government
register, consequently there's no fear of your ever being drawn as a
soldier.' I had a horror of military service, and a positive dread of
bullets and cannon balls. Later on, when I had passed the proper age for
the conscription, a lawyer told me that I should get into all kinds of
trouble if I sought a place on the civil register so late in the day;
and so I decided to exist surreptitiously. And this is why I have no
Christian name, and why I can't exactly say where I was born."

If truth has any particular accent of its own, as moralists have
asserted, the murderer had found that accent. Voice, gesture, glance,
expression, all were in accord; not a word of his long story had rung
false.

"Now," said M. Segmuller, coldly, "what are your means of subsistence?"

By the prisoner's discomfited mien one might have supposed that he
had expected to see the prison doors fly open at the conclusion of his
narrative. "I have a profession," he replied plaintively. "The one that
Mother Tringlot taught me. I subsist by its practise; and I have lived
by it in France and other countries."

The magistrate thought he had found a flaw in the prisoner's armor. "You
say you have lived in foreign countries?" he inquired.

"Yes; during the seventeen years that I was with M. Simpson's company, I
traveled most of the time in England and Germany."

"Then you are a gymnast and an athlete. How is it that your hands are so
white and soft
eners, as if seeking some sign of approval. None being forthcoming, 
 he go with his history. 

 " Father Tringlot was an uneducated man, entirely ignorant of the law. He 
 did not inform the authority that he had found a child, and, for this 
 reason, although I was exist, I did not legally exist, for, to give birth 
 a legal existence it is necessary that one's name, parentage, and 
 birthplace should figure upon a municipal register. 

 " When I grow older, I rather congratulated myself on Father Tringlot's 
 neglect.' May, my boy,' said I,' you are not frame down on any government 
 register, consequently there's no fear of your always being drawn as a 
 soldier.' I had a repugnance of military service, and a convinced dread of 
 bullets and cannon balls. Later along, when I had passed the proper age for 
 the conscription, a lawyer told me that I should get into all kinds of 
 trouble if I seek a space on the civil register so late in the day; 
 and so I decided to exist surreptitiously. And this is why I have no 
 Christian name, and why I can't exactly state where I was born. " 

 If truth have any finical accent of its own, as moralists have 
 assert, the murderer had found that accent. Voice, gesture, glance, 
 expression, all were in agreement; not a word of his long story had rung 
 false. 

 " Now, " suppose M. Segmuller, coldly, " what are your means of subsistence? " 

 By the prisoner's discomfited mien one might have supposed that he 
 had expected to see the prison door fly open at the conclusion of his 
 narrative. " I have a profession, " he replied plaintively. " The one that 
 Mother Tringlot teach me. I subsist by its practise; and I have lived 
 by it in France and other nation. " 

 The magistrate thought he had found a flaw in the prisoner's armor. " You 
 say you have exist in foreign nation? " he inquired. 

 " Yes; during the seventeen old age that I was with M. Simpson's company, I 
 travel most of the time in England and Germany. " 

 " Then you are a gymnast and an athlete. How is it that your hand are so 
 ashen and soft
enegs, as if seeking some sinn of approval. None beiig fortgcoming,
hd proceeded with his story.

"Favher Trintlot was an uneducated man, entigely ignoeant if the law. He
did not infkvm thz euthorities thaj he had foutd a child, and, fur this
reason, although I was living, I did noy pegally exist, sor, uo rave
z legal existence it is necessary fhat ont's name, parentage, snd
birthplace should figurf upln a municipal reglster.

"When I grer older, I ratfer congrauunated mysemf on Father Tringlot's
neglect. 'Mxy, my boy,' said U, 'tou dre not put down on any govevmment
ragister, consequently bhere'v ni fear of your ever bxing drawn as a
soldigr.' I had a hkrror of military swrvicg, and a puwitkve dceas of
buplevs and cannkn balls. Larer on, when I had pssfvc the proper age fjr
ehe conscription, a lawyer told me that P shkuld get into all kinds of
trouble if I soughj a place jn the civil register so late in the day;
and so I gecidxd to ewist wugreptitiously. And this is why I have no
Christyzn nsme, and why I gan't exactly say wnege Y was born."

If jruth hca zny particular accfnt of yts oqn, as morwlisys have
asserted, the murderee had found nhat accent. Voice, gestbre, glance,
ex'ressipn, alk were in accord; not a cord or his long dtory had fung
false.

"Now," saia M. Sagmuller, coldly, "what are yjur means of xubsistdnce?"

Ny the prisoner's discomfited mien one mihht hcve sgpposed thwt he
had expected to see the prmxon doors fli o[en at the eoncluxion of his
nawrative. "I have a profzssion," he replies plainvively. "The oge that
Mother Jringlot taugit me. I stbsiwt bt its pfxctise; and I hsve lived
yv it in Feance and other comntrigs."

Fhe magistrate ckootht he had foumd x fjaa mn thq prisoner's asmor. "Yoj
xay yuu have livcd kn fpreign countries?" he hnqujred.

"Yes; during the scventeen iears thae I was with K. Simpson's company, I
trateled oost pf jhe time in England and Germany."

"Fhen you wre a gymnast agd ak atrlete. How ns it that your hands are so
white and soht
eners, as if seeking some sign of being he proceeded his story. "Father entirely of the law. did not inform authorities that he had found a and, for this reason, although I was living, I did not legally exist, to have a legal existence it is necessary that one's name, parentage, and should upon municipal "When I grew older, I rather congratulated myself on Father Tringlot's neglect. 'May, my boy,' said 'you are not put down on any government consequently there's no fear your ever being drawn as soldier.' had a of service, a positive dread bullets and cannon balls. Later on, when I had passed the proper age for the conscription, a told me should get all of if I sought on the civil register so late and so I decided to exist surreptitiously. And is why have no Christian name, and why can't exactly say where I was born." If has any particular accent of its own, as moralists have asserted, the murderer had found Voice, gesture, glance, expression, were in accord; a of long had rung "Now," said M. Segmuller, coldly, "what are your means of subsistence?" the prisoner's discomfited mien one might have supposed that he to the prison doors open at the conclusion his "I have a profession," plaintively. one taught I by its practise; and have lived by it in and other countries." The a flaw in the prisoner's armor. "You say have lived in foreign countries?" he inquired. during the seventeen years that I was with M. Simpson's company, I most of in England and Germany." "Then you are a and an athlete. How it that your hands are so white and soft
eners, as if seeking some sign oF approval. NOne beIng ForThComiNg,
he Proceeded with hIS stoRy.

"Father Tringlot was an uNeducAtED man, ENtIrely IgnoranT Of THE laW. HE
dId nOt INfOrm thE auThoritiEs that he haD foUnD a child, and, foR ThIs
reason, alThoUgh I was livinG, I dId not lEgAllY Exist, For, To havE
a legaL ExisteNce it is neCeSSary thAT one's naME, PaRentAge, and
birthplace sHOuLD figure upon a muNicipaL rEGiSTEr.

"WHen i grew older, i rAther COngratuLAtED MYseLF on Father TrinGlot's
neglecT. 'may, My boy,' sAiD I, 'yOU are noT put dOwN On aNy governmenT
regIster, consEquentLY there's NO fear of Your evEr bEinG draWN aS a
SolDiER.' I hAD a HorROr oF militarY sErVice, aNd a pOSITIve dReaD of
bUlletS and cannon balLs. LAter ON, whEn I haD passEd thE pRoper Age for
The coNsCription, a lawyer Told Me that I shOulD gEt iNtO all kINds of
tRouBle If I sougHt a placE On tHe CIVIl Register so late in thE dAY;
AnD so I deciDed to eXIsT sURreptitiOuSly. and tHIS is whY I haVE nO
ChristiAn name, ANd WhY I can't eXaCtly saY wHerE I wAs borN."

if trUth has Any partiCular ACcent of its own, aS Moralists have
ASsERTeD, The mUrdErer had founD thaT AcceNt. VoICe, GesTUre, glAnce,
eXpREsSIon, all were in accord; nOt A word oF his lOng story had ruNg
false.

"Now," SAID M. SegmulLer, cOLdLY, "what are your meAns of SubsistencE?"

by the priSoner'S discomfIted mien oNE Might havE suPpoSed ThaT HE
hAd expected to sEE The pRiSon doorS flY open at The ConCluSioN oF his
narraTive. "I havE a PrOfEsSioN," he rePLied plaiNtIveLy. "the One thAT
MotheR TrinGlot TaUgHT me. i subsisT By ITS praCtIsE; and i haVe Lived
By it IN FrAnce and Other counTriES."

The MaGiStrate tHought he had foUnD a flaw in thE pRisOner's aRMOr. "You
say You have lived in foreign coUNtries?" hE inQuireD.

"Yes; During the SevEnteen YeaRS that I Was witH M. SimPsOn's COMpany, i
TRaVelEd Most of the tIME in englaNd And GErmany."

"THen you are a gymnast aND an Athlete. How is iT thAt yoUR HaNds ARe SO
whItE And SOFt
eners, as if seeking somesign of ap prova l.Non ebein g fo rthcoming,
hep roce eded with his story.
"Fath er Trin g lo t was  an une d uc a t edma n,  en ti r el y ign ora nt of t he law. He 
di dnot inform t h eauthoritie s t hat he had f oun d a ch il d,a nd, f orthisreason ,  altho ugh I was  l i ving,I  did no t le gall y exist, for, toh av e 
a legal exist ence i ti sn e ces sar y that one 's  name ,  parent a ge , a ndb irthplace sho uld figureu pon  a mun ic ipa l  regis ter.
" W hen  I grew old er,I rathercongra t ulatedm yself o n Fath erTri nglo t 's 
n egl ec t . ' M ay , m y  bo y,' said  I ,'youaren o t putdow n on  anygovernment
re gis ter, con seque ntlyther e' s nofear o f you rever being draw n as  a
soldie r.'  I  ha da hor r or ofmil ita ry serv ice, an d  apo s i t iv e dread of
bullets  a n d  c annon ba lls. L a te ro n, whenIhad  pas s e d the  pro p er  age for 
the c o ns cr iption,  a  lawye rtol d m e tha t  I s houldget into  allk inds of
troubl e  if I soughta  p l a ce on t hecivil regis ters o la te i n  t hed ay;
a nd so  I de c ided to exist surre pt itious ly. A nd this is wh y I have n o C hristian  nam e ,a nd why I can't  exac tly say wh e re I was  born ."

If t ruth hasa n y partic ula r a cce nto f  i ts own, as mo r a list shave
as ser ted, th e m urd ere r h ad  found th at accen t.  V oi ce , g estur e , glance ,exp re ssi on, a l l were  in a ccor d;  n o t a  word o f  h i s  lon gst oryhad  r ung
f alse . 

" Now," s aid M. Se gmu l ler,  c ol dly, "w hat are yourme ans of sub si ste nce?"B y the pr isoner's discomfited mi e n one m igh t hav e su pposed th athe
had  ex p ectedto see  thepr iso n doors f ly  op en  at the co n c lus ion o fhisnarrati ve. "I have a prof e ssi on," he repli edplai n t iv ely .  " T heon e  th a t 
Mother Tringlo t taught m e. Isubsist by its  p ractise ; and I  have lived
b y it in F rance and  o ther c oun tries."

T he magis trate tho u ght h e  h ad fo und  a fla winthe p risone r 'sarmor . "You 
s ay you  have  l ived inforeign countries?" heinquir ed.
"Ye s; during  th e  se venteen y ears  that I wa s w ith  M. S imp s on'scomp a ny , I trave ledm ost of th e  t ime i nEngland and G e rma ny."
"T h en you  are  a gymnast and an athlete. How i s it t hat  yo u r ha nd s are so
white  an ds o ft
eners, as_if seeking_some sign of approval._None being_forthcoming,
he_proceeded with_his_story.

"Father Tringlot was_an uneducated man,_entirely ignorant of the_law. He
did not_inform_the authorities that he had found a child, and, for this
reason, although I was_living,_I did_not_legally_exist, for, to have
a legal_existence it is necessary that_one's name,_parentage, and
birthplace should figure upon a municipal register.

"When_I_grew older, I_rather congratulated myself on Father Tringlot's
neglect. 'May, my boy,'_said I, 'you are not put_down on any_government
register,_consequently_there's no fear of_your ever being drawn as a
soldier.'_I had a horror of military_service, and a positive dread of
bullets and_cannon balls. Later on, when I_had passed the proper age_for
the conscription,_a lawyer told me that_I should get_into all_kinds of
trouble if_I sought a place on the_civil register so_late in the day;
and so I_decided_to exist surreptitiously._And_this_is why_I have no
Christian_name,_and why_I_can't exactly say where I was_born."

If_truth has any particular accent of its_own, as moralists have
asserted,_the_murderer had found that_accent. Voice, gesture, glance,
expression, all_were in accord; not a word_of his_long story_had rung
false.

"Now," said M. Segmuller, coldly, "what are your means of_subsistence?"

By the prisoner's discomfited mien one_might have supposed that_he
had expected_to_see the prison_doors_fly open_at the conclusion of his
narrative. "I have_a profession,"_he replied plaintively. "The one that
Mother_Tringlot taught me. I_subsist_by its practise; and I have_lived
by it in France and other_countries."

The magistrate thought he had_found_a_flaw in the prisoner's armor._"You
say you have lived in foreign_countries?" he inquired.

"Yes;_during the seventeen years that I was_with_M. Simpson's company, I
traveled most of_the_time in England and Germany."

"Then you_are_a_gymnast and an athlete. How_is it that your hands are_so
white and soft