The Valley Virginian. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1865-1895, 1867-09-04

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year 1866. by j. o. Nixon, in the office of the Dis
trict Court Of the United States for the Eastern
District of Louisiana.
(Continued)
ssThere were there one hundred women in
masks; among others, that admirable creature,
whose hair, black as jet, fell to the floor"
s'The daughter of an alcade 2" aaa
'The daughter Of the Alcaede of San Fe-
iipe She did not unmask-but she was on
the arm Of Rivas when lie called me by my
name. A little afterwards the master Of the
house, General Nunez, saluted me by the
name Of Edward de Montroy. The girl look
ed at me-" 1
"When we met the mayor, stretched upon
litter, and his face covered with handker-
chief, at the foot of the Golden Dagger, do
you know where the Vecinos were carrying
him 2"
'sNo. I know only that the chief Of the
Golden Daggers had more than two hundred
thousand dollars in his store and that my
friend Lille, the wife of the Pawnee, had
very beautiful eyes"
eve will speak, after awhile, about the
Pawnee and his wife," said Henri, very low.
''You must know, in the first place. where the
Vccinos carried the mayor" 9la 'edi g
sThcy carried him to San Felipe, where
he remained captive nearly a year, visited
every day the by beauty Of Arispe, the Sonora
Carmel, who was in love with him." iss
",fhe devil p said Benoit. ''But the may
or is blind"
.sHe has recovered his sight"
t'Peste! This spoils the thing. How will
you get yourself out of this trouble, Monsieur
Viscount p H
~ am relying upon you"
tsUpon NE z"
ssTo aid me to defeat the mayor"
Benoit rose up.
"Your servant" said he; 'your servant,
with all my heart [ had chance to break
the head Of that Indian at Baltimore. It is
a willing service I render you. Now I can
sleep calmly"
"Oper your door now, and call your dog
Mohican," said the viscount.
"True," said the proprietor, with certain
emotion in his voice, "Mohican has not re-
turned"
"Call him."
Benoit opened the door. Day was break
ing. He whistled The snow was falling in
large fakes. Mohican did not come.
Clay, old fellow y said Beniot, 'tay tay !!
tayw
He re-entered very pale !; then he started to
call him again.
"That is enough" said the viscount 'sYour
dog will not answer you"
ssWhy?"
"Because he is dead"
'Dead How do you know that p
Il predict it."
"Who, then, has killed him 2"
'Towah, the Pawnee" answered Henri,
rising
Benoit recoiled and his teeth chartered
"Towah,' continued the viscount, 'whom
you did not kill with your tomahawk across
the water-Towah, who has followed the
mayor to Paris-Towah, who has found out
your track, and who is at this moment con
cealcd in your own garden"
Benoit fell upon chair as if struck by
lightning.
CHAPTER X-TuE BANDITS
Day broke, and the light entered bleak and
sad through the windows of M Benoit's sleep
ing chamber. The snow had stopped falling.
The wind, whick had been chasing the clouds,
continued to blow violently, and the sun threw
his oblique rays upon the trees.
NJ. Benolt was SO much trouble Il at he left
his candle burning upon the table. On the
other hand, the Viseount Henri de Villiers
was much less affected.
1t cannot be denied-and this is far from
raising the human family in our estimation
that most men derive a sort of selfish consola-
ton in seeing others suffering like themselves.
He turned round on his rocking chair, placed
his feet upon the andirons, and crossed his
hands upon his breast. saa
Benoit was stupefed. The broad day illu
mined the earth. From time to time, at the
least noise, he looked with terror toward the
windows
aCome, reassure Yourself, Benoit, = at last
said the viscount cit will not happen this
You know these devilish savages.
At Paris, just as in their own forests, they
only work at night"
s'You are right" cried the proprietor.
eve have all the day before us to foil him."
.'Do you think" answered the viscount.
"that Towah has gone to an inn, or has he
taken his quarters in furnished rooms ?"
Benoit lowered his head.
"If we had only week Or two before u.s.
pursued the viscount ssTowah would certain
ly fall into our hands. In the environs of
Paris there are not many places to conceal
these savages, and the police would be soon
on their track But, who knows what will
go on here this night?'
II shall not go to bed, said Benoit, shiver-
ing from head to foot.
'.That is prudent"
But Benoit had already changed his mind
There was in certain hole in the wall, be-
hind the alcove, large wicker basket, lined
with sheet iron, which he could not carry
with him, and which he did not wish, even
at the risk Of his life, to leave behind without