Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-10-07

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vested in deadly poison, which he car
ried as a dernier resort, determined not
to suffer beyond what nature might rea-
sonably bear, but which it was his hope
to retain till he had again seen Lucille.
In this manner he reached and pass
ed through Lyons, foot-sore, ragged and
disheartened--an object indeed, of com
miseration. Twenty leagues beyond Ly-
ons, in passing through long, dark, and
lonely wood, he met jew, carrying a
heavy pack on bis back. The poor artist
asked the Israelite for eharitys his ap-
peal was answered with few COINS for
which he thanked the giver, and then of
fered to carry his pack.
'Oh, no; it is nothing, it is nothing
few old clothes only returned the jew,
hurriedly, and with such uneasiness, in
fact, as to awaken suspicion ia the mind
of the young artist that it contained some
thing of great value.
Then it was that vague, underlined
desire to possess it first took possession
of the man who was now going home to
die wretchedly, but whom two thousand
francs might yet bless with life and hap
piness. When the mind of man takes a
highly criminal bent, it seems as if some
evil demon whispers in his ear the most
plausible reason for a wicked course tc
happiness.
i Henri du Barre, who had never before
thought Of harming human being, now
glanced furtively and almost shuddering
ly around him, with the dark and wicked
thought in his brain, that if this old mar
were dead, and he the possessor Of hi
pack, he might yet have brief and hap
py future. 1t was dreary, dismal spo
in the thick wood where they both stood
and no human eye save theirs was look
ing upon the scene. Why should thi
old man be numbered with wealth, whicI
! could not bring him one tithe of the jo,
that it might him who coveted its posses
sion? He could not live many years
/ that old man, at the most, and he Nigh
r die at any minute, and his valuable ef
f fects become the inheritance of strangers
I What mattered few years, more or les:
r to him, wandering and despised ol
e jew? And why should he, the pool
miserable artist, hesitate between tn
e Jews life and his owni Were not a
0 living creatures bound by the inner la'
of their being, to act in self-defense, eve
II to the taking of life when necessary
r sustain their own? And would he M
:. die should the Jew live? And woul
Y he not live should the Jew then and theI
n die? And should the secret be disco'
# cred, would it be anything worse tha
IS death a. last? He had bought poiso
for himself, and why should not anotht
o take it for his salvation? in which evel
II he would have the means to procure NOR
d and could always, as now, carry bis Ii
ri in his hands.
ri The jew had hidden him good day, ar
p was trudging onward at slow, stead
u pace, while these wild, wicked though
y, were coursing through the brain of Il
'e latter, with all the plausibility Of truth.
lie Suddenly the jew stepped, produced
little flask and raised it to his lips. Al
u that flask The devil was temptit
st young Du Barre to crime, and here W
Id the opportunity.
ne My good FRIEND called the artist
ist the jew, am very faint, win you gi
ot me few drops of that wineT'
I'd will give you half said the Isra
ite, halting.
an The artist advanced TREMENDOUSLY, pl
't- duced the poison, and concealed it in
III hand as he approached his victim, ar
al under pretense Of wiping the mouth
ng the flask, dropped ii in. Then he pl
10 tended to drink, and handed it back "
thanks, begging the jew TO drink
health at their final parting. Isaac co
:" piled, and they separated, each goi
" different ways.
AS soon as Henri was out Of sight
the Israelite, he entered the wood and
turned in an oblique direction, until
came in sight Of bis victim, who was d
" writhing in the agonies Of death, a
groaning for mercy. A few nome
'u0 more and he was still; the dread VI
was done.
ZEN
:, Dragging the body from the road q
- concealing it, the murderer next carr
- the pack far back into the forest, tor
4 open, and found it did indeed contain
h;s clothes. He was nearly frantic. He
M murdered a harmless old man, and
"a nothing for it. He threw the garme