The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1841-03-27

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jolly. The coiners talked and laughed loud.
Mr.. Birnie, from his dogged silence, seemed
apart from the rest, though in the centre;
and in noisy circle, silent tongue builds
wall around its owner. But that respect
able parsonage kept furlive watch upon
Ciraumont and Gawtrev, who appeared
talking together very amIcably towards the
bottom Of The table. The younger novice
'of that night, equally silent, was not less
watchiul than Birnie. An uneasy, undef-
nable foreboding had come over him since
the entrace of Monsieur Graumont; this
had been increased by the manner of Mr..
Gawtrey. His faculty Of observation, which
was very accute, had detected something
false in the chiefs hlandness to their guest
something dangerous in the gl:tering eye
that Gawtrey ever as he spoke TO Girau.
mont, bent on that PERSONS lips as he listen
ed to his reply. For whenever William
Gawtrey suspected man, he watched, not
his eyes bu, his lips.
Walked from his scornful reverie,
strange spell facinated Morton's attention to-
the chief and the guest, and he bent forward
with parted mouth and straining ear,to catch
their conversation.
1t seems to me little strange said Mr..
Gawtrey, raising his voice SO as to be
heard by the party, shat coine SO dex-
!erous as Monsieur Giraumont should not
be known to any Of us except our friend
Brnie.'
Not at all replied Giraumoni; Il work.
ed only with Bouchard and two others,
since sent to the galleys. We were but a
small fraternity: every thing has its com.
mencement.'
Giles, juste: buvez done, cher ami!'
:. The vine dirculaied: Gawirey hogan .,
gain.
F You have had bad accident, seemingly,
Monsieur Girau:nont: how did you lose
your eyel'
In scuffle with the gems d'armes the
night Bouchard was taken and escaped;
such misfortunes are on the cards
'C'est juste: buvez done, Monsieur Gil
raumon.!'
Again there was pause, land again Cav
trey's deep voice was heard.
You wear wig, think, Monsieur Gil
raumon!? TO judge by your eyelashes,
your own hair has been handsomer col
or
We seek disguise, NOT beauty, my host!
and the police has sharp eyes
C'est juste, buvez donc-vieuz Renard!
! when did we two meet lasl?'
Never, that know Off
'Ce nest pas vrai buvez done, Mon
sieur Favart!'
At the sound of that name the company
started in dlsmay and confusion, and the
) police officer, forgetting himself for the
moment, sprung from his seat, and put his
right hand into hi. blouse
'Ho, there treason !! cried Gawirey, in
voice of thunder; and he caught the un-
happy man by the throat
1t was the work of moment. Morton,
where he sa, behold slrugge-he heard a
death cry. He saw the huge form Of the
master coner rising above the rest, as cut
! lasses cleaned and eyes sparkled round
He saw the quivering and powerless frame
of the unhappy guest raised aloft in those
: mighty arms, and presently it was hurled
] along the tables-bolles crashing-the
board sinking beneath its weight-and lay
before tho very eyes of Morton. distorted
: and lifeless mass. At the same instant
Gawtrey sprang upen the table, his black
: frown singing out from the group the ashen
cadaverous face of the shrinking traitor
Birnie had darled from the table-Ae was
, half way towards the sliding door-his face
turned over his shoulder, met the eyes o.
j his chief
!. Devil = shouted Gawtrey, in his terrible
n voice, which the echoes of the vault gave
: back from side 10 side, did not give thet
up my soul that thou mightst not compass