Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-04-01
THE BLOOD-HHOUND RE-
VENICE.


As many doubts have been cast upon the
truth of the following story shall merely
say, by way Of preface. that tell il as |
heard it told. and that | believe it.
How came to hear IT was thus: As my
father, my mother, my sister aud | were
sitting round the fire one evening after
nner, we were suddenly surprised by
hearing four distinct and deliberate raps
on the street door. So deliberate were
they, that they sounded like four single
knocks given 10y an importunate beggar.
That" said my father, who was the
only one who seemed to take no notice of
them at the time-"that is Skinny Grim
ber."
"Skinny Grimber!' CALCULATED my moth
err: land pray, who is he 2"
Thirty years ago." said my father,
CONF osedly siry ing his third cup of tea,
che was an I, III friend and school-fe W {
mino, famous for his long face ard his
/ queer ST. rjes. What he is now"
! Whatever my fatler as 90 NJ to say
! was said for him. by the entrance. unan-
! u0unced, Of tall figure, clothed IN long
I cloak, such as they wear in the West In
! dies, whose hood, in the shape Of an ex-
I trnguisher. supplied the lace OF hat, and
! whn, without word, advanced took va
( cant chair by the ilieside, and warmed his
! hands ing, slim. sGliow hands, that must
have been very cold for first he held the
paIms to the fire, and then the backs, and
/ then he chafed them gently. and then he
I, asted them aguin. and then he rubbed
| them again. I'll thought those long, slim
| sallow hands would never be doue. My
. father watched him with q smile, until. as
: IN q hacks q
/ hands Tor the fifth time. the smile broke
into laugh, ard he cried out:
"Grimber all ove., 10y Jove !"
Scarcely had the words passed from hl'
Inns. when the owner Of the sa'low hand:
rose slowly from his seat, threw his CLOAK
over the back Of his chair, aud thus ad-
dressed his astnnished hearers: Having
rrovGd nv identity, alioC me to make
amends for nv rude beha yiur. Williams
old bow. how are you Mrs Master, ah(
Mics Williams, l presume, aud l salute
you"
Sylema and ii was lis voice, am
mountainous His face, now that we cOul'
see it, was long, slim and salsow as hi
hands, without expression, except that
the corners Of his eyes and mouth ther'
slert the embers of dry smile, that oc
casionallv broke out in a flicker, as thougI
his whole life was a good joke that he KEEP
to himself.
{ And where have you been. and wha
have YOU been doing there thirty years
Grinder! :" said my father, after bis CUES
had been slightly imbiblug tea toT quar-
ter of an hour.
West Indies-sugar plantati on" re
piled ,Grimter.
And what has brought you back again!
said my father.
Liver" said the stranger.
"Haye you found that other part OF you
soul that ven used tn talk about-eh sal
my father. humorously.
;" What? ?" be said, slowly.
{" Are you married, then p
q "Nu.C."
"OG course" persisted ny father, 'yo
have added greatly to yeur famous stock
stOries?"
moo.
Nay father laughed in spite of himself
aud relapsed into silence; my mother, aite
several vain attempts to go on with he
work, gave it up, and yawned; my sistt
and | tried to intercommunicate, IN I'll
dumb language, in the shade of the table
= cloth, our opinions Of the strange CUES
but he found US out, and told Us so wit
/ his eye and so we took to yawning toe.
don't know how long it was that we RI
manned in this condition, but 1t must bav
r been a long while. The candles had burr
ed, unperceived, to the sockets, and I'll
fire was nearly out, when we were recalie
TO a sense Of the present by a most provoE
ing and impairment remark from NJ
Grinder. "You seem dull" be said
Itwas too bad but | cOntr oiled my Zee
lingseand conteDted myself with saying
;, sarcastical!y: perhaps you will enlive
y US, then sir ?"
with the great pleasure, he answcrt
blaudly. ..If you will have the kindnei
TO blow out those candles, and make u
the fire, I'll tell you story that will max
y y you afraid to go to bed"
That's right, Grinder J" said my fatt
err; "let's have it. \ Jamaica ghost ster
Ill be bound"
Nothing Of the sort, Williams Ent
II lisb, and not the shadow of a ghost IN 1t.
Never mind Put the lights GU
;. Charles, and make up the IRE. That
righ. Now for it."
But he was not the man to DO humore
d in this way, and kept US waiting tor
u least FIVE minuets.
. my story" be began at length, IN
cavernous voice, 81 shall call 1.-The BLOOD
hounds Revenge"
y 1t is now six-and-twenty years ago la
' November, on the 18th day of the montl
} that the events occurred which am abo'
>, to relate. Twenty-six years ago--yes G
the 18th day of November, one thousau
: eight hundred and twenty. | shall re
kh.f LOT ffil mo 6v1nO daU