Butte record. (Bidwell, Butte County, Cal.) 1853-1858, 1857-03-28

Of the mob that knew the tragedy wa,
finished.
l enquired of a spectator near me
the name of the criminal and the crime
for which he suffered.
The man stared at me with aston.
ishment, saying, why it's Jacques
Reynauld =
The nome struck me as somewhat
familiar, and | endeavored to reme,n-
Der where [ had heard il before. sud-
denly recollected the Paris newspapers
some months back had been filed with
the history of several awful murders
committed in Dieppe, and this mans
name was in some way connected with
them, but in what manner [ could not
learn. But my curiosity was now tho
roughly excited, and | Immediately
made the most minute enquiries into
the matter, and before [ lett Dieppe,
had learned the following particulars
In the Rue des Armes, about four
months previous to the time | write,
lived a worthy haberdasher of the
name of Maurice. His family consist
ed of himself, his wife, one child, and
a servant girl. They were quiet, res
pectable people, and very much res
pected by all their neighbors.
NJ. Maurice did good business, and
frequently had considerable sum of
money in his house. He had an ex-
traordinary run of custom on Saturday
and when the labors of the day were
over he felt very much fatigucd. He
shut up his shop and proceeded to a
small room, where his wife and servant
were LAYING the cloth sor supper.
My der,' said his wife, as soon as
he entered the room, 4 should very
much like some oysters fJr supper to-
night
4 am afraid it is too late, replied the
husband, looking at his watch. It's a
quarter past eleven.
ooh no, Justice says there is a shop
open round the corner
IF that be the case let Justice get
some at once, for [ am as hungry us a
hunter
Thereupon Justice put on her bon
net and shawl, and went for the oys-
ters, leaving the door aiar, that She
might not disturb her master or mis-
tress when she returned.
Now it so happened that the place
where she expected to be able to OBJ
tain the oysters was closed, but not
wishing to disappoint her employers,
she determined she would 90 and seel,
them elsewhere. In pursuance Of this
object, she entered Grand Rue, but
had to walk considerable distance be-
fore she could obtain what she sought
She hurried home again, and noticed
that when she arrived at the door of
her masters house, that the chimes of
a neighboring church struck a quarter
to twelve. She had, therefore, been
absent just half an hour.
She was surprised to find the door
shut, but supposing that the wind had
blown it to she raised the latch. The
door was listened on the inside. She
thought this rather strange, but then
again reflected that it was doubtless on
ly necessary precaution on the part
of her master. She rung the bell, and
was very much concerned when, after
waiting a few minutes, 10 reply was
made.
They have gone to bed, she said to
herself, and felt rather angry with
them for having locked her out. Size
again rang the bell much more violent
lv than before, still no answer. She
now became alarmed, and rang long
and violently, no answer! Her fears
were thoroughly aroused, and she re-
lated the circumstance to some persons
passing along the street. The press
ence of two or three gendarmes was
soon procured, and they proceeded tie
break in the door.
The passage into the door opened
was perfectly dark, but one of the gen.
darmes stumbled over something, and
putting out his hand to save himself. it
came in contact with something wet on
the ground a light was lmmediatly
obtained, and a horrible sight present
ed itself.
Laying across the passage was the
dead body of Monsieur Maurice, with
his throat cut from ear to ear. The
floor was swimming with blood. In
the little room was the dead body of
his wife, prese nting the same ghas'ly
wound. Even the little child in the
cradle had not escaped, for the merici-
less assassin had taken its life by the
same horrible means. Tne house was
ransacked from top to bottom, and eve
rything of value stolen.
| shall not attempt to depict the
horror of the persons who witnessed
this shocking sight, it can be more
easily immagined than described, anc
10 tell the truth, | don't like dealing ii
the horrible, il is pandering to a NOR
bid taste, and if | have transgresseC
my usual mode OF narration in thi;
sketch, my only excuse is-it is true
The most strenuous efforts wer,
maze to detect the murderer, but with
out auy success. All that could b,
Learned was, that man had been seeI
to look intentIy in the shop window
about the time NJ. Maurice was count
ing out his days receipts. The Who'll