Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-11-04

take them TO The marble taDle where you
are laid out like corpse"
The prisoner shuddered, but after min
ute said, "if you save me, | assure you, on
my honor, your reward shall be princely."
The doctor turned his head with an ex-
preston of disgust.
when must take the drink" asked his
guest.
Immediately"
"And where shall pass the night"
GAS soon as you have drunk the potion,
you will fall into stupor, which will soon
become total insensibility. will then call
my servant and order him to remove your
body into the disSectlng-rOom, and to lay it
on the table"
The prisoner groancd. You do not
like your lodgings!" said the surgeon.-
But you will be In no condition to notice
them when you have taken the draught."
Let me only see the ROOM" implored
the marquis.
"You had better lose no time. Harkl
what is that" The clock struck. One.
two! they will be here in less than an hour"
Il will take the draught." cried the pris-
oner in mortal anguish. But only let me
see the room"
The doctor rose without reply, and ia
king the lamp, led the way, reckoning 10
his guest to follow him. At the other end
Of the hall they entered passage which
led to the dissecing-room. 1t was large
and furnished with wooden cases, and glas-
scs in which were preparations in spirits
of wine. More than one skeleton was WIS.,
ble. each in its case. On a marble table
in the middle of the room lay an uncovered
headless corpse, manged and bloody. The
marquis trembled 50 violently that he was
obliged to lean against the wall for sup
port.
Il amuse myself here in my leisure
hours" said the doctor careessy. He set
the lamp on the table, pushed the corpse a
little TO one side. and pointing to the place,
said, This is where you will lie."
"And who will assure me- faltered the
marquis, with sudden expression of sus-
plClOn.
oh Monsieur lie Marquis distrusts me-
cried the doctor. IF you know me. fear
your confidence would not be greatly in
creased. But it is not right to take advan-
tage of your ignorance. You do not re-
member my features yet we have met be-
fore. | am Leonard Roster"
The prisoner staggered back, horror
struck.
Il once insulted YOU, Monsieur lie Mar
quis," said Roster. 1T was on the occasion
of your bridal. heard you swear to have
my life. In truth, such an insult to a no.
BILE can only be washed out with blood
Take this sword-we will have the duel
out here, if you please
The weapon fell from the nerveless hand
Of the terrour-striCken wretch. Mercy"
he groaned; "have mercy upon me"
DO you ask mercy from a brother of
Eulalie Rosier!'
There was a shouting in the street.-the
sans-cuIottes were come! The guilty pris-
Oner sank on his knees, and clasped his
hands, in the extremity of abcct supplica-
lion. lie Crept towards the surgeon, he
embraced his knees, and piteously implored
his life-only his life! Roster recoiled from
his touch.
There is one ransom" said he sternly.
Two weeks ago the Chateau de Nerneuil
was rascd to the ground. | was on the
spots female servant implored my protec-
ton for an infant boy--for your son!
saved him from the knives of the soldiers;
brought him here; he is now asleep in an
adjoining apartment One victim must be
delivered up-you or he. VIII you give
up your son! Decide this instant-your
captors are at the door"
A loud knocking at the same instant was
heard, and cries Of Open Citizen Roster
"Decide!" Numbered Roster. "Will you
give up your son to the sans-culottes!"
"Oh. cannot-cannot die" shrieked the
miserable suppliant. And the masquis fell
PROSTATE on the floor in the agony of his
fear.
"Contemptible wretch" cried the sur
geon. Take the life for which you have
yielded everything-honor. virtue--the
dignity of man! will stand surety with
Marat that so base a foe can never harm
the republc Ho-palience there my good
friends" And, going to the door, he spoke
a few moments to the sans-culottes. who re-
tired soon after. The life of the Marquis
de Nerneuil was safe for the present.
Leave this house" he said, on his re-
turn to the dssecting-room; land ] coun-
sci you to leave Paris also. Your son shall
be restored to his friends, or protected till
they claim him. For years" he added, Il
have longcd for revenge; but you are not
a man-and cannot feel anger toward you.
Begone! If you are in Paris in six hours
from this, you may fall into the hands of
those who may not have so true an appre-
citation of your soldiery qualities, Monsieur
lie Marquis. as the surgeon Leonard Roster"
A GOOD STORY.
A capital story is told of Judge Tappan,
now Senator in Congress, who is, unfortu-
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