Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian., 1859-06-11

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| | had 4 risk to run now, but was ready fol
it. If the factory agent was at the
| bottom of the crime, and meant to have mt
robbed, he had already set his machinery in
motion, and the next development would be
upon the road. | examined my pistols, and
then left the town, taking the road along the
river, toward Aups.
AT the end of an hour | came to the
slopes of the Barjois mountains, and soon af:
terward entered the wood now began to
be very careful and keep my eyes about me.
| will not say that was wholly without fear;
for the mysterious manner in which the mur-
ders had been done, verged so closely upon
the marvellous, that sort of superstitious
dread attached to it. Had the victims been
shot or run through with sword, or had
their throats been cut, should have felt no
sort of dread. But this was new ground
Death had come here, nobody knew how
1t might have come from an invisible hand,
and dead silence Yet, when reasoned
upon the subject, felt sure that the murder
er must approach very near his victim ere the
rect and powerful agent that could cause
death in so strange a manner.
| had crossed the little cascade of ST. Esprit,
anu " do uCoSSiIoiuS SllOIl, SCcep IlllSlue,
when | saw boy by the roadside, at the
foot of the descent, engaged in whipping a
mule. He was slightly built fellow, not
more than fifteen years of age, and his coarse
garments were covered with meal l knew
that there was mill upon branch of the
Verdon not far back, and suppose he might
be the m.ller's boy. As | came liearer,T saw
a large sack upon the ground, close by where
the mule Stood
" What's the matter my boy 3" asked,
as drew up near hun.
This ugly mule has throw. both me and
my bag Of corn from off his back" he an
swered
are you hurt ?" continued.
"My left shoulder is hurt" he sss.iI, ,'and
l can't left this sack again. If Monsieur
would help me, I would be very grateful
Until this moment the idea of Susrecting
the boy had entered my head but the sus-
picion dashed upon me now. He was alto.
gether too keen looking fellow for miler's
apprentice. He gave me glance from pair
of quick, sharp eyes, that meant more than
what he spoken. And then if had not been
very much mistaken, had seen him hold
ing his mule firmly with that left hand
leaped from my saddle, and moved to-
ward tue boy being careful to watch his
every movement:
Now" said he, 'if you will take hold Of
that end, we will put it on" He lifted at
the other end, and pretended that it hurt his
shoulder; and he begged of me to lift it on
alone.
Iprolessed to be willing to comply, and
stopped down for that purpose, keeping my
head in sucha position that could watch him
by sidelong glance AS bent over and took
hold of the sack, saw him carry his hand to his
bosom, and draw something cut. saw his
dark eve fash and heard his quick eager
breathing. an instant seized his wrist,
and bent it upward and as | did so, heard a
sharp report, like the explosion Of a percus-
sian cap, and saw tiny wreath Of smoke
curl from the hand held. He struggled to
free himself from my grasp, but held him
with Il grip of iron, and fastened my gaze
upon him.
I've found you, have 2" I said, draw
ing one of my pistols, and cooking it. 81 will
simply inform you, that am an officer of the
Prefecture, ard have heen hunting for you.--
Just offer particle more Of resistance, and
a bullet goes through Your brain Now give
me that weapon"
The boy was frightened and trembled Vi
olenty.
"It is only a tobacco-pipe,' he said, as he
handed it to me.
And certainly, itlookcd like nothing more
but had seen enough of it to know that evi
was in it. ltappeared to me to be an ordin-
airy mcerschaum pipe, the bowl being colorct
as though by long use ;only tie amber mouth
piece was missing. | did not stop to exam
inc it then but turnedmy attention to its own
er. | saw that he was still trembling with
| fear, and knew that now would be the time
to work.
So you are selling your soul to Monsieur
Louis Cazaubon :" remarked, by way O
letting him know that | was Thoroughly in
formed.
He started, and saw very plainly that ht
knew Just what | meant but he tried to re
cover himself, and clumsily asserted that h
did not know an thing about the individual
that had named.
"You needn't lie to me - | sternly rcpli
ed, "for know all about it. Louis Cazaubol
has been watched by me when he didn'
dream of any such thing. He thought wa
a trades nan. But you are young and
would save you. Confess every thing to me
and promised you that your life shall b
spared"
saw that the boy wavered, and followe
up my advantage and ere long | had hin
bent to my wishes made him understan
that held his life in my hands that coul
protect him from the vengeance of any on
whom he might criminate that he had ever
thing to gain, and nothing to lose, by a fu
confession. He came to it gradually and re
luctantly; but my wit finally triumphed an
gained the secret.
His name, he said, was Henry Dupin II
was born in Paris, but never knew who hi
parents were. He went to live with Cazar
bon when quite young, and had been wit
him ever since. He said Cazaubon used [
be chemist, and did some business in tn;
line that in Paris he invented the infern
machine, which they had since used wit
such fatal effect About two years prevou
to the present time they left Paris togethe
and spent nearly year in travelling over I'll
kingdom, numbering and robbing for livin,
Finally they came to Castellane, where til
master obtained his present situation, while til
, boy went into mill close ut hand. CaZal
, bon marked the victims that were to be ro
t bed and the boy then did the work He u
| ed various articles in carrying out his pla
but the usual one was the same that he ha
tried upon me.
The boy then explained to me the secret
l the pipe. Only the outer surface was
meerschaum. Within it was a pistol of IL
[ finest steel, and of the most exquisite worI
. manship. The stem was the barrel, and Il
| lock was concealed within the bowl, and co
, cred with tobacco. A thin plate of met
| protected the curiously contrived lock, ar
: upon this plate discharged tn, weapon.
, order to cock it, the plate had to be remove
t And now comes the internal feature of Il
D contrivance. The power used in the lit
: barrel was Cazaubon's own manufacture, al
A very powerful. For wad a piece of ft
: was used, and on the top of the wad was pl
d ced the missiel which did the mischief II
h boy had two of them with him, stitched
: to the lining of his cap. He took them O
: and showed them to me. The projecuile W
n a tiny arrow, not larger than a cambl
IS nc' die, with one end sharp, and the other be
fn r.