The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1867-03-15

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] am not indiscreet, will you tell me
what you intend doing when you are
dressed p
"Rcally / don't know yet I have
been thinking over the matter. but l
cannot come to any decision. / be-
licve I'd leap on you and give you a
taste of my strength and teeth but
for that confoundcd revolver, which
is little in my way"
"Would you like to have the re-
volvcr too ?"
"I should say I would, but there
is no chance of that
"Dn you think so That's not so
certain. What would you do with il
were | to give il to you?"
ADO with it2 I'd blow your brains
out in jify ~
I "RcallyY"
"Just as certain as you are stan l.
ing there %
"At the first shot p
cat the very first shot, for would
aim at the temple"
Very well thea, old fellow. BE
sure you aim with steady hand
Here is your revolver
Vibert, as he spoke, quilted his
seat, went to Langlade, gave him the
revolver, turned around and quietly
went back to the bed he sat on 1t,
folded his arms and said, We'll fire.
The escaped convict was confound-
ed. He exclaimed. I'll be hanged
il you belong to the secret police !
you thanklcss dog | behave my
best to you | treat you like Il son,
and you are so ungratcful as to refuse
to give me my titleH
DO you mean TO tell me you really
are n detectivep
I'm nothing else. What in the
world do you think | am ? You
! don't take me for peer, eli ? I'm
not such fool time hangs too heav
lily on their hands ! am q detective
"a real detective. What do you call
these things | am drawing from my
pocket. Look ut 'em. Arn't they
handouts They are the only pro-
iessional objects brought with me
when | came to see you. | left even
Tmy sword cane at home
you are a bold fellow!
My dear Langlade, this the second
time you have used that expression
| confess to you hate repetition
And do you really think | am go.
ing to let you handcuff me-
You are going to do one Of two
lthings-you are going either TO Kill
me or to let me handcuf you. BE
tween you and me, which you choose
is matter of perfect Indifference to
me-hut choose you shall
Don't you prize your lifeT
If priced my life, should have
, come here to wake you up this morn
ing? Do YOU prize life ?
why, yes; just now must say !
do. am lovcdT
You are loved really? Lucky
: dogr
Am not p exclaimed Langladc
Strengthening himself up with self
: satisfied air
Vibert took out his green eye glas
] ses and eyed the escaped convict
| from head to foot, then said:
The truth is, your father ant
mother did not play the chnrl witt
f you when they introduced you to lie
They gave you good measure. Yol
fill large space on earth. | car
understand how it is Nomen shoulC
adore you--they have such wretche'
taster
Then changing his tone suddenly
and turning his back TO Langlad'
y he said 1t il rather cold here
. You forgot to light your fire thi
4 morning. Let us be moving. The
are waiting for US
'WhcreY
:, 'At Jail. believe you will be bet
- ter off there than any where else. |
!, the first place, you will get there i
>, time TO be examined tomorrow. =
And rest assured, as you are an oil
- hand, you will he treated with a
=" proper attention. Yon will not /
-. mixed up with the small try. Yo
" shall have a cell 10 yourself.
IL Are you making butt of me
- bawled Langlade.
= Don't scream so loud, man! Ic
" " will wake up all your neighbors.-
~ ~ Recollect, it is only six o clock in Il
w morning.
The report of the revolver when
a blow out your brains will wake the
!" up still more efiectually.
II Hush hush hush hush ! "
on do nothing but menace execution
ne not your part!
a Vibert, as he made this remar
fell back and lay stretched at leng
ch on Langlade's bed. The escaped co
- vict, exasperated beyond all boun,
ng sprang towards the bed and plac
bel the muZzle of the revolver on
in bert's temple. The detective look
do steadily at Langlade. They renal
)rY ed in their respective positions fol
ire minute. Then the escaped cony
/ lowered his eyes, let his revolver I
on on the bed, and drew back, exclai
ing "A thousand thunders | d;
as not kill him, after ALL
lie, lcoScLuDED NEXT WEEK.
OF
the WoMAY's LovE.--No woman e'
red loved to the full extent of the p
sion, who did not venerate where
ose loved, and who did not feel hnmb
'te. delighted in that humility ).by
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