The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1860-06-29

tie while. SO | rode to an out of the wav
place and left my horse, and then returned
and concealed myself in position where
could see the movements of Louis Cazaubon.
In few minutes he came out from his facto-
ry and walked away. His steps were hur-
ried and eager. felt sure he was not the
man that did the direct work of death. The
plot was deeper than that, or he would have
been found out ere this. SO | resolved to
wait while and see if he returned. would
have followed him if could have done so
with safety, but he might have detected me.
and that would not do. However,, in less
than fifteen minutes he came back. He now
walked with sober, innocent air. 1t seemed
to say. 90, l haven't been up to any mischief
as YOU can See.'
| saw Cazaubon at his desk again, and
then l returned to my horse. l knew
that had risk to run now, but | was
ready for it. If the factory agent was at
the bottom of the crime, and meant to
have me robbed, he had all aly set his
machinery in motion and the next devel-
opment would be on the road. ex-
amined my pistols and then left the town,
taking the road along the river towards
AupS.
At the end of half an hour | came to the
slope of the BuUos mountains, and soon af-
terwards entered the wood. now began to
be very careful and keep my eyes about me.
| will not say that l was wholly without fear,
for the mysterious way in which these muir
ders had been done, verged so closely on the
marvellous that a sort of superstitious dread
was attached to it. Had the victims been
shot or run through with the sword, or had
their throa,s 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 in
dead silence. Yet when reasoned upon the
subject felt sure the murderer must ap-
rroach very near to his victim ere the blow
was struck, since it must be some direct and
powerful agent that could produce death in
so strange Il manner.
| had crossed the little cascade of Saint
Esprit and was descending short, steep hill
when ! saw a boy by the roadside at the foo,
of the descent. engaged in whipping mule.
He was a Slight built fellow, not more than
fifteen Years OF age, and his coarse garments
were covered with meal. knew that there
was a mill upon a branch of the Nerdon, not
far back. and supposed he might be the
millcrS boy. AS came near saw large
sack on the ground close to where the mule
stood.
whats the matter, my boy 2 asked, as
drew up to him.
This ugly mule has thrown both NE anl
my ha. Of corn from his back the Toy an
swered.
Are you hurt . continued
My left shoIlder is hurt he said, and
can't lift this sack again, Ii Monsieur woul,
help me would be grateful
Until this moment, the idea Of suspectins
him bad not entered my head :; but the sus
plcion flashed upon me now. He was alto
gether too keen a looking fellow for a mil
lerS apprentice. He gave ne sa: ce from
pair of quick, sharp eyes. that meant NOR,
than he had spoken. And then. if ha,
not been very much mistaken had seei
him holding his mule firmly with that lei.
hand.
lcapcd from MY saddle. and moved to
wards the boy, being careful to watch his ev
cry movement.
Now. said he, If YOU will take hold of
that end We will pu, it on He lifted at tn
other end, and pretended that it hurt hi
shoulder and begged me to lift it on a
lone.
Iprotessed to be willing to comply. AM
stopped down for that purpose, keeping m
head IN such position that | could watc
him with Sdelong glance. As bent Owe
and took hold Of the sack. saw him carr
r his hand 10 his bosom and draw somcihin;
! out. | saw his dark eye flash, and heard hi
, quick. eager breathing. lnan instant | seiz
ed his wrist and bent it upwards, and as
: did so, | heard sharp report like the expo
S sion of a percussion cap, and saw tin
= wreath of smoke curl up from the hand
: held. He struggled to free hm> elf from NJ,
E but held him with grip of iron, and fa>
tened nv gaze upon him.
/ I've found you, have y | said, DRAWN
one of my pistols and cooking it. 4 Wi
i simply inform YOU that am an officer of IT,
, prefecture, and that have been hunting fo
5 you. Just offer particle more resistanc
4 and a bullet goes through your brain No,
n want you to give me that weapon.
The boy Was much frightened and tren
: bled violently.
+ 1t is only tobacco pipe he said as h
handed il to me.
y And certainly it looked like nothing more
' but had seen enough of it to know that ev
d was in it. 1t appeared to me to be an ord
r nary meerschaum pipe, the bowl being color
n ed as though by long use-only the ambe
: mouth-piece was missing. | did not stop t
examine 1t then, but turned my attention I
y It's owner. saw that he was still tremblin
) with fear, and | knew that now would be tn
{ time to work upon him.
l. 80 you are selling your soul to Monsicu
IS Louis Cazaubon p | remarked, by way o
d letting him know | was posted.
Il He started, and | saw very plainly that h
knew Just what meant but he tried to r,
cover himself, and clumsily asserted that
J, did not know anything about the individu
II that had named.
l. You need not lie to me- replied, sternl
= i know all about ii. Louis Cazaubo
d has been watched by me when he did n,
II dream of such thing. He thought was
r trauesman. But you are Young, and wou
J. save YOU. Confess ever!thing to me, an
e your lite shall be spared
% saw that the boy wavered, and followe
+ up my advantage and ere long had hi
n, bent TO my wishes. made him understar
ID That held his !ite in my hands and that
N could protect him from the vengeance of al
a one whom he might criminate F.; and that
le mad everything to gain and nothing to los
ri by full confession. He came to it gradus
al /! and reluctantly But my wit trumphe
IN and gained the secret.
ID His name he said was Henry Dupin.
u was born in Paris, and never knew who
norpntS were Ha won't IN 1.-Two with Co,o