Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1868-10-27

reflect on without regret" said MIR.
F., as he turned to the reporter
in response to his request for another
story:
The life of a detective is not one
of excitement merely. 1t is some
times crossed with events as wild and
startling as ever gave coloring to ro-
nance. No emotion or passion or
phase of character is hid from u.s.
learn to play upon the feelings, the
hates and affections of men and wo-
men, as unerringly as the pianist on
his instrument. Whilst the casuist
would hesitate to take advantage of
this, the necessity we are under com.
pels US to omit no opportunity which
may lead US to success.
II say this, because the incident l
am about to relate reveals what wo-
man will do when excited by jealousy
and thirsting for revenge.
We were on the track of a man
who had robbed an Havana jeweler
of almost incalculable wealth. He
had fed to the United States, and, we
believed, was in the southern country.
At this time New Orleans was tull of
Cubans and visitors from all parts of
the world. One couple peculiar from
the rest excited the attention of the
fashionable world, and became the IA
vored pets of society, which in New
Orleans that winter was perhaps the
most brilliant On the continent. Their
lavish expenditures, and almost east
ern magnifcence of apparel and equi
page, excited the admiration and en-
Wy, it may be, of their fashionable ac-
quaintance. They too, were Cubans.
The man, inheriting all the peculiari-
ties Of the Spaniard, was, in personal
appearance, a type OF his race. But
| cannot describe to you the woman
that passed as his wife. She was the
most beautiful creature | ever saw
The ideal of the poet when he paint
ed the dark eyed maiden of Khoras-
sin was realized in her person. She
seemed to me like some living, beau
tiful idol for men to worship. The
tint of the olive was on her face and
brow, and in the dark, luminous eyes
a wealth OF affection; but they told,
too, Of a spirit resentful Of injustice,
and fierce in wrath as the glare of her
native sun.
By the devious paths we pursued,
when on the trail of the criminal. we
traced our man to the city. We
knew he was here, and we searched
for him incessantly. But, as if to
baulk our exertiOns and put to shame
our efforts, this was all we could learn.
who answered the description of the
criminal. But what folly to suspect
him? the petted courtier of society
the millionaire-he would have laugh
ed our suspicion to scorn. But still
We hung around him. By strange,
magical influence it was impossible to
divorce OURSELVES from the belief that
be was the party we were in search
of. This constant attendance at the
places he frequented, this hoverihg ar
ound the sphere in which he moved,
made US at last acquainted with the
fact that his wife was unhappy and ill
treated by her husband. He had be-
gun to neglect her, and pay assiduous
court to a fashionable belle. One
night we saw him enter the theatre
with a fair American, and entering a
private oox was paying her the most
devoted attention. Shortly after
wards a woman, whom we at once per-
ceived was his wife, but evidently dis
guised, entered and passing around
the dress circle took a seat directly
facing them.
BY strange coincidence she was
right by me. She looked at the cou-
pie in the box long and earnestly;
her face, which we could see from our
position, gradually changed to an ex-
preston of the most fearful and vim
dictive passion | ever beheld. Ac-
customed as | was to every phase of
human emotion, 1t appalled, me. At
last she arose and left the theatre, fol-
lowed by an attendant Now was
our time. | got up quietly and was
by her side when she reached the
street. | was determined on a stroke
of policy, which, if | read her coun-
tenance Alright, would place the man
in our power. fl was mistaken it
could do no harm. Actuated by this
impulse, placed myself in front of
her and raised my hat.
Madam, pardon me-"
What do you wish, sir, and who
are you ?' @
my name is F.. This is nv
friend, Mr.. l.. We are detec-
tives, and in search of the robber of
the Havana jewels. We believe you
can point out to us the man.
Il can! | can r 1t was almost
shrek, so fierce and bitter she Kissed
the words. Come with me come
with me p ..
1t is useless to detail what followed.
The next morning the fashionable
world was shocked by the intelligence
of the arrest of Don c. R,
but it was still more surprising that
he was betrayed by his wife. We re-
covered nearly 100000 in jewelry
and gold. But to the poor woman
the result was terrible. She was but
the victim of his perfidy; but the mo-
ment she saw him arrested all of the
old love that had ruined her return-