The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1870-04-21

asked
Yes" replied Laromic. "You are
Frederick Roulicr-known to the Gov
crnmcut as the President Of socialist
club, captain Of II barrcade, aud a gen,
eral promoter of disorder. These men,
] suppose, are Jour eoulcderates.
Precisely so, Monsieur. You have
been, for long time, as anxious to cap
turc us as we have been to secure you.
Fortune has favored us, this time, aud
you are now our prisoner. Perhaps you
would like to know what we intend
doing with you"
"That is n matter of Indifference to
me" said the detective, cooly.
"Your courage is undoubtedly great"
said Roulier; "but we must put it to
the test. We have decided long ago,
Monsieur, that you must die. We
would carry out the decision tonight /;
but all of our club are not present. To-
morrow night the absent ones will re.
turn, aud then we shall proceed to iufict
our vengeance upon you. Your heart
will be cut out of your living body
May heaven preserve your soul, he
added, mOckiugly; for your earthly
part is doomed"
DO not be too sure OF that" ex-
claimed Laromie, Indignantly. II was
never born to die by the hands of such
cowardly miscreants"
The socialist leader laughed.
"Ah! Monsieur Laromie," he said,
sarcastically, "why would you not be
warned by your friends2 Women will
be the death of you, fear"
"Who is this woman ?" asked the
detective, not needing the taunt.
I" Let me answer that" said Madame
de Noel. Monsieur Laromie," she ad-
ded, 4" am one who has long owed you
a debt of vengeance. Two years ago,
you arrested woman named Marguer.
ite Poisson, charged with numbering a
French soldier, She was tried by your
courts, and condemned to death. That
woman was my mother"
"Well," said Laromie, calmly, she
was not executed"
"No; but she was transported"
"But the government subsequently
pardoned her, aud gave her permission
to return to France"
True, but the pardon was too late
When it reached Algeria my mother
was dead. | swore to be reveuged OF
you. hate you as one that caused my
mothers death, and shall witness your
execution with JOY"
"What is your name ?"
" Madeline Desmouline."
"Then you are mistress of the chic
Of this club. A pretty couple, truly
and pretty scrape you have gotten me
into Well, then, Madame Julie dC
Noel, alias Madeline Desmouliue, if il
will afford you any satisfaction, know
that instead of causing your mother.
death, tried to save her. In the dis
charge Of my duty, 1 arrested her; ant
although | believed her guilty of tht
offense charged against her, pitieC
her. To obligc me, the Chief of Police
interceded with the Minister of Justice
andprocured the change of her sentence
and finally her pardon. If you doub
this, you have simply to apply to tn,
Chief of my command, and he will con
firm my assertion"
The woman turned us pale as death
Calming her agitation, she turned t,
Roulier, and said, hastily: "Spare hin
until | find out the truth of this"
Stop" said the detective quickly
"l will not allow you to intercedc 70
me- If you would give me my freedom
now, | would not accept it from you.
The woman turned away aud left tn
room. NJ Roulier directed two of hi
men to lift the detective, who wa
bound SO securely as to be helpless, ant
convey him to the dungeon. The order
was obeyed. Roulier led the way, car
ryng large lamp, and the remaiude
of the men followed bearing the detect
i've with them. They passed througl
the hall, descending a stone staircas
to large cellar, and paused before
heavy, closed door, This Roulier opened
and the party passed into the room.
The detective was SGT down on tn
floor, and Roulier, clevating the light
said: Look around you, MOnsieu
Laromie. This room is very large an,
strong. The walls, floor, and ceiliu
are all of stone, and there is no outlet
save through this heavy doorway b
which We have entered. Some year
before you became connected with tn,
police of Paris, this building was oc
cupied by one of its principal officer