Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1866-01-10
THE MYSTERIES OF PARIS.
BY EUGENE SUE.
CHAPTER Y.
AN ARREST.

The man who went out for a mo-
ment, after having requested the
Ogresse to look after his plate and cup,
overturned, accompanied by another
person, with broad shoulders and pow
erful frame He said to him. "A lucky
chance to meet YOU in this way, BoreI.
Come in, and take a drink
The ChOmineur whispered to Ro-
dolphe, pointing to tn e newcomer,
There is going to be a storm: he is a
constable: look OUT The two ban
dts Of whom we have spoken exchang-
ed rapid glance, raised themselves
simultaneously from the table, and
made rush for the door; the two
agents sprang on them, making a pc
culiar cry. A terrible conflict cnsued {:
but the door Of the tavern opened, and
other officers entered, and outside
could be seen a troop Of gendarmes.
Protiting by the tmult, the coalman
heretofore mentioned advanced in the
doorway, and, catching look from RO-
dolphe, placed on his lips the fore
finger ofhis right hand. Rodolphe with
a rapid and imperious gesture, com
manded him to retire, and then turned
to observe what was passing before
him. The man with the Greek cap ut
tered cries of rage half extended on
the table, three men could hardly re-
strain him. Annihilated, melancholy,
with livid face, blanched lips, the lower
jaw fallen, and convulsively agitated,
his companion made no resistance, but
held out his hands to be manacled.
The Ogresse, accustomed to such
scenes, remained seated in her bar
with her hands in the pockets of her
apron. What have thesemcn beendo-
inc, my GOOD Mr.. Borcl?' she asked of
one Of the officers, whom she knew.
They have murdered an old woman
who lived in the Rue st. Christophe
that they might rob her house. Before
she died, the poor creature said she
had bitten one Of them in the hand.
We have had our eye upon these scoun-
drels, and my comade was here a little
while since to be assured Of their ideuti-
ty: now we've nabbed them 'Fortu-
nately, they paid me for their liquor in
advance said the Ogresse. Wont
you take something, Mr.. Borcl aglass
ofperfect love? or some consolation 2
Thank you, Mother Ponisse; Imust
take care Of these brigands; there's
one Of them kicking yet In effect
one Of them began to struggle again ;
and when they were about to lead him
to the truck which stood at the door
he resisted 50 violently that they were
obliged to carry him. His accOmplice
seized with anervous shuddcring, could
hardly support himself; his violet lips
shook as il he were speaking, and they
were obliged to cast him into the yehi-
Gle more dead than alive.
'Ah! look here Mother Poni5se :
said one Of the officers; YOU had bet
ter lool. out for Bras-Rouge; he is
mischevous, and may compromise YOU.
.Bras-Rouge oh, he hasn't been in this
quarter for weeks, Mr. BOrel. 'Oh
he is always after something when he
is not seen; you know hat well
enough: but don't you receive any
package from him on deposite, or in
any other manner, that would be
oh. be quite easy, Mr.. Borel; | am as
afraid Of Bras-Rougc as | am Of the
devil. No one knows where he comes
from, or whittier he goes. The last
time saw him, he told me he had Just
come from Germany. Very well; |
warn you; pay attention.
Before quitting the 'tapis-lranc, the
agent cast a scrutinizing glance on the
other drinkers. and then said to Chou
rineur, in a tone almost affectionate,
'Ah, here you are, mauvais sujet( bad
subjcct) = 1t is long time since have
heard ofyout have you no more fights
have you become a good boy? Good
as an image, Mr.. BOrel; you know |
only break the heads Of those who re
quest it; but nevertheless, here is my
master, said the ChOurineur, placing
his hand on the shoulder of ROdOI phe.
Hold | don't know him. said the
agent, looking at RodoIphe. And we
will not make acquaintance, my com
rade, said the latter.
i hope not, on your account, mon
garcon(my boy, said the agent; Bon
soir (good night), Mother Ponisse
your tapis-franc is like real mouse
trap; this is the third assassin | have
caught in it. Ireally hope it will not
be the last, Mr.. Borel; it is very mucl
at your service, said the Ogresse, gra
ciousIy, making profound reverence
After the departure of the police
agent, the young man who was Smok
ing and drinking brandy, as we have
before mentioned, reflled his pipe, ant
said to Chourineur in a hoarse voice
Don't you recognise the Greek cap
Why, it is the man "a la bOullette 60
the little ball);' it is Velu. When
saw the agent come in, | though
something was the matter, as he KEEP
his hand always concealed under thu
table 1T is quite lucky for tht
Maitre d'EcOle that he wasn't here.
said the Ogresse. The Greek cal
asked for him several times; 1e salt
they had business together. But
don't eat my customers; don't bit
Oft my own head. When they are ar
rested, good-every one to his trade
but | don't sell them. Hold whel
one speaks Of the wolf, you see hi
tall, added the Ogresse, at the me
ment that a man and woman entered
The tavern: here are the Maitre d
Ecole and his wife A sort Of shud
uerlng appeared to spread among tn
guests Of the tavern; and Rodolph
himself fur