The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1867-03-22
Che 4ameuek 9etfsrsonian
TIE ARREST.
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"Well, after ALL" said Vibert. ri
sing from the bed, and adroitly slip
ping the revolver into his pocket a
he rose. "you will not kill me.
must still live and suffer-"
"Are you unhappy" asked Lang
lade, coming up to him.
'Ah, most wretched. So wretchet
would gladly change places will
you and make you the detective
could be the escaped convict car
ried back TO the hulks. But / die
not come here to confess my grief,
to you. Let us be going"
go, IL you please. l will not Kill
you, but here / stay"
THAT is impossible, my dear
Langlade. | have pledged my word
of honor to bring you to the jail
Now don't put on any airs. You are
a good fellow; so am I. Let us come
to an understanding at once. Your
mistress is tall, red haired girl,
named Stephanie Cornu, and nick
named 'Soleil Couchant,' Isn't she?'
"How in the world did you find
that out?"
"My dear boy, we know everything.
1t is our trade. But IL you want to
know the full particulars, will tell
yon, for can refuse you nothing =
1t was Soleil Coucbant herself who
told US where you were to sleep to
night" -
ut is lie!" bawled Langlade.
"lt is every word true. Were it
not, ] would not amuse myself by
giving you useless pain. respect
mans affections, and hold it COW.
ardice to tell man his mistress be-
be less cruel to plunge a dagger in
his heart. " ".-.-
"Ah! indeed it H." SAID the es.
capped convict, while two big tears
rolled down his cheeks. Then he
fell back on his chair, murmuring to
himself: "rhat Is the reason | have
not seen her this two days gone. o,
the vile woman! And yet l madly
loved her. She was the only thing
on earth / did love" He turned to-
wards Nibert, his face bathed in
tears, and stretching out his arms at
full length, said: II surrender!-
Here. here, handcuf me-" -
'.What sort of fellow do you take
me to be? Do you think am man
to take advantage Of your weakness2
Never! When you are calmcr we'll
talk over matters"
The giant sat in a corner and sob
bed like a child.
Vibert walked up and down the
room for q moment or two, then went
up to Langlade. and, laying his hand
on the convict's shoulder, said,
"Come with me; ! will carry you to
Soleil Couchant"
Langlade sprang to his feet and
said, "Do you know where she is "
"To be sure.I do. She was arrest
Ell yesterday, and is now in Jail. She
became frightened; she saw herself
mixed up in bad business, imprisoned
for the, rest of her life, and she gave
you up, in order to win the favor OF
the prison authorities"
1.-The vile creature Do you offer
to carry me to her y
"Right away"
"But 1 will kill her if l get near
her"
That is none Of my business. All
| have to do is to arrest you, and you
will be arrested the moment You en-
ter the jairs portal. So, if you have
Il fancy for killing Soleil Couchant, l
do not care snap of my fingers
One woman more or less in the world
is not matter of much momenet."
SIN ready;,let us be off" .
agreed"
They went down stairs together
Lanelade seemed unconscious OF
everything. Plunged in his own
thoughts, his head dropping on his
breast, he followed Vibert mechan-
ically, just as a dog follows his mas
ter. Soleil Couchant had betrayed
him ! What cared he for aught else
Nevertheless, when they reached the
door, the cool morning air recalled
him to himself. He raised his head
looked around, and said to Vibert
"Where is your carriage?'
"My carriage? I don't keep
carriage"
But the carriage with your menT
~ have no men with me"
"You don't mean to say you came
all alone ~ arrest meT"
"Why, great heavens, man! how
often do you require to be told thu
same thing? Do you think | ough
to have been accompanied by ;
squadron of cavalry? My dear boy
am accustomed to do my business
by myself, and manage it all th,
better alone. Are you vexed becaus,
you don't see at your door three o.
tour detectives, with frock coats but
toned up to their chins, and looking
like undertakers ? Inever go on thu
street with such fellows. l have too
much sclf-respect for that: But i
their absence vexes you, l cen ordel
them to be cent around"
"No, it is useless" ~ ---+ ,
"Don't use any ceremony with me
my dear fellow, If you desire
first class funeral, say the word; i
shalt be yours" - -'1 - >''- - ~ '-
"No, l don't want them"
A hack passed by, Yibert engaged