Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1868-11-26
The French Detective.

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z In the exercise of his profess
! lion, Eugene Laromie had passe'
! through some, wonderful adyen
tures, and been nearer death thai
) most men cared to be. His sue
cess in ferreting out and bringin,
Ito light crimes of all kinds ha,
won for him the bitter enmity ol
, all offenders, both political ant
. criminal, in the city. They hat
: repeatedly vowed vengeance a
gainst him; for they declared tha
there was no chance for then
! while be remained in Paris. Laro
. mie only laughed at their threats
and kept his wits about him.
He declared his readiness. to NEE,
them whenever they desired it
provided, only, they gave him fai,
play. This, however, was The
last thing that they intended do
ling, They had fired at him fire.
quently without success, and had
been equally unsuccessful in their
attempts at poison, They had
gotten up mock conspiracies, with
the hope Of decoying him into
their power; but he saw through
them in an !, instant and only
laughed at them for their trouble.
Still, they had not abandoned the
hope af capturing him; and it
was. very certain that if they
could succeed in doing so, NJ.
Laromie's fate was sealed.
One day he was lounging idly
near one OF the most noted shops
of the Palais Royal, when a wo-
man passed by, She was evi-
IDENTIFY lady,, and one of the
most beautiful the detective had
ever seen. As she passed, she
looked at him with a fixed gaze,
and then smiled. Instantly, La
romie lifted his hat and bowed
profoundly. When he raised his
eyes again, the lady had disap-
peared. He was annoyed at this,
for he was anxious to learn more
OF the beautiful stranger; and,
from the smile she had given him,
be knew that she was not averse
to such course on his part. Eu-
gene Laromie was a true; French
man in his love of gallantry; and
this was the only thing that ever
brought him into any real danger.
Several times he had narrowly
escaped death at the hands of jeal.
Gus husbands; and his friends
were confident that, if ever he
died by violence, q woman would
be the cause of it. noitoss 1adt G |
During the day he could not
help thinking of the.beautiful un-
knownwho had fascinated him.-
The next morning, about the same
hour, he took bis place again
near the Palais Royalsto watch Tor
her. He was not kept waiting
long. She soon appeared, and,
this time, the smile was accompa-
MED by a bow. Acting upon a
sudden impulse, Laromie started
forward and placed himself, at Ler
side. 49, Si> 0AS0&l1 On0sA
He was about to speak to her,
when she said, .hurriedly, and in
a low tone:
"Not yet, Monsieur. Laronie;
we are observed. Tonight, at
he opera n l29Eal t3p val |,
"One word, madame" exclaim-
ID Laromie, ,impulsiyely. Whom ,
lave I the honor Of addressings" ,
The lady laughed slightly, and ,
hen, handing him a card, said I'M.
PATIENTLY:
"Go now. l wilt see you TO- |
hight atTthe opera ."nYTWTT1 t
Laroniie bowed low, and drew I
ack, while the lady passed on. s
ilancing at the card that she had I
iyen, him, he saw. written upon l
!, in a delicate hand, Julie de !
yoel; but whether it was Madame a
r Mademoiselle (Mrs. or Miss, }
be pastehoard did not,stase,, and
he detective did not care. He c
My knew that she was q most b
eautifnl woman, and that she had /
,nsented to grant him aa inter \
lew. S-,a--.-, - Saslz g.. q
"Who knows" muttered Laro- /.
lie, twitehingl his moustache oab- s.
;ntly, "what may comsuf itf-t
he Is superb But how theE 9
suce did she find; ont my name2' 81
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