Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1870-12-28
aSir, allow me to pass. Tomorrow your

know how to treat friend"
The Marquis opened the door and went
out. The Count was really sorry to cast
on his friend, but he-he-
The news spread rapidly through Paris
that Count 20 had been robbed of
two bank notes Of $4,000 francs each.
Like all stories floating about large cities
they grow into terrific dimensions certain
sundry adjectives and facts are affixed by
the glowing eloquence of a narrator, and
before the next night had fallen over the
city it was the topic Of conversation, Who
the daring thief had been of course puz-
zled all, when even the police, with all
their active agency, were bafled.
OF course the notes would be of no ad-
vantags to the delinquent, for the banks
had received sufficient preliminary warn
ing. If he had dared to show them at the
counter, there would have been but too
many hands to seize him.
Those who were suspected first belonged
TO the Connt's hotel, but search, threat,
bribe, produced not vestige of a note.
The Count, in his fierce anger, vowed
death to the villain who had dared rob
him of his legacy; for no loss grieves the
spirit so as that which was already in our
grasp-that which we had tasted with ex-
ultation.
Again and again the Prefect of Police
had private interview with the Count
do.
"Who was the last person with you on
that unfortunate night 2" said the prefect.
The Marquis D, But" re-
piled the Count.
"Ahw echoed the cunningest Of men.
"You start! What is it," lnterrogated
the Count
els he rch--well off %.
"No, he's rather down"
The Project took his hat. Good morn
ing, Monsieur.
"Sir--sir-what are you going to do ?''
ga little business Au revor, Monsieur
lie Count"
"Mind you do not-stay-stay"
But the detective was gone. He thought
he had seized the silkeu clue which led
from the labyrinths Of Minos. Alas he
was no Theseus.
When the Marquis D came home
at night he was seized and searched Moth
ing was founk on him. To the oaths and
curses he uttered the Prefect on y replied,
"Excuse me, Monsieur, but law is i'm
perative."
"You villain I'll see the Empo' OF
about this, Have | to be rutalessIy han.
dled-cufed- gagged--"
In short, the Marquis displayed az
astonishing amount of Indignation and
words. aw
His house was probed and ransacked
with that particular care and acuteness
which Partisan detectives exhbitin re-
markable degree. They search the walls
and floors They entered cabinets, oscri.
torres, and drawers they probed beds and
chairs they examined furniture with the
microscope in fact, so complete was their
art, that nothing could escape their ex-
treme care, not even line. But all tc
no purpose, the Marquis had thus proved
himself guiltess.
When they had all departed, the Mar
quis restored the equanimty of counter
ance, and, smiling, cast his eyes upon {
large retriever dog of glossy backness, o
raven beauty.
"Come, Fidele ! come, good dog"
The dog came up wagging his tail, ant
looking very wise brass chain wa
round his neck, to which hung a larg
lock, or seemed one. His master openeC
this lock, and smiled again in his ironica
manner. i6
Next morning the Marquis might b
seen going to the Counts hotel, and ther
, was anger on his face. Now his physiog
nomy was suited to that expression. |
was easier for him to adopt passion tha
pleasure. The stern lines of his counter
ance reposed well in rigid anger: the
appeared distorted when he assumed mask
ed l'ughter, and the lacqueys at the doc
bowed before that keen eye and command
Ing presence, and acknowledged that h
was a magnificent noble Servants are
awe of those who display o calm 6xedne'
of haughtiness instead Of q smoking fum'
"Good morning, Marquis. | hope
said the Count, generously holding out h
4 hand.
"Sir, preserve the purity of your hanc
i for you are going to touch one conyicte
of felony--one condemned by his friend
= one whose house is made the sport Of p'
| lice /" exclaimed the Marquis, in his mo
20 sarcastic manner.