"papa Fleutelot," Miser

A miser of the story-book type died a few weeks ago in Auxerre, France. Althongh he never had wife or childron he was known to all persons in the city as "Papa Fleutelot." He had been a public figure for a generatlon and could be seen daily, in storm or sunshine, tofcteringin his rags through the streets to gather odd bits of coal and wood and ciprar stumps. When ho began his work in the city there were the usual rumora that he was rich and miserly, but they were soon dispelled by the abject filth and want in which he Hved and by his importunity in begane. Papa Fleutelot died in his eightyfifth year, and was buried in the potter's field. The Frenen pólice, who suspect everything. still suspocted the oíd man's pretensos ot poverty. despite the recent sniftlng oí public opinión, and they searched the hut in which he had lived and died. Filth was ankle deep upstairs and knee deep in the cellar. The first search was rewarded only with the discovery of 400 bottles of Bordeaux vintage of 179 K The second search, however, revealed a hole in the cellar wall behind a pile of indescribable dirt From this hole the pólice dragped a chest, and in the chest they found the treasure. From top to bottom it was stuffed full of gages, government bonds, sharos in stock companies, and title deeds. All showed tho keonness of Papa Fleutelot in investing nis savings, for without exception the.securiües were of the highest class. Tnelr face value was 1,000,000 francs, but as niany of the bonds and stocks are above par they can be sold for a much larger sum. For more than eloven years the old man had neglectod to clip his coupons. He had let them accumulate until they represented a market value of 140,003 franca Among the many pieces of real estáte whose ownership was revealeii by the contents of the cliest is a large tract of land near VilleneuveBur-Yonne. On this land there are 400 acres oí fine forest and several buildings of anclent indestructible make. It had been more than forty years since anybody at Villeneuve knew who owned the estáte. When Papa Fleutelot died in his hovel, but twenty centimes, or less than flve cents, was hls total cash capital. As was expected, the usual number oí heirs have appeared since the oíd an's body was Duried in the potter's field. They affect to believe that stül more treasure is concealed in the hut, and they are taking it down piece by piece in the hope of enrichin? themselves.