Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1871-05-20

around her. There she stood, calm
and immovable, the bright, steel-blue
eyes fixed upon the handsome stran-
ger, Of whom she did not lose sight fol
moment.
"Keep quiet, ladies and gentlemen9'
sang out the captain. "Keep quiet,
and do not crowd round the boat sol
There will be room for you all; and,
besides, there is schooner coming to
our assistance" pointing toward q
vessel bowling along toward us before
the wind.
There was, however, a panic among
those addressed. The moment the
boat was lowered, into 1t they all bum
died, among them the handsome pas
senger. A huge. sea, coming along,
roaring thunder, parted the tackles,
tearing the boat from the steamer be-
fore either the lady in black or / could
enter it. The handsome passenger,
losing his balance, fell over the gun.
vale, and unable to swim, wildly
threw up his arms.
Imust acknowledge that l was so
engrossed with the perilous situation
of my fair companion and myself
Low the only two left aboard the
steamer-that ] paid little attention
to the drowning man. The steamer
was in fact going down fast-was al
ready nearly engulfed in the stormy
waves, her heated and half submerg-
ed boiler Kissing, as the steam came
gushing out like the spout from d
whale.
l was advancing to throw an arm
round the little lady, fearing to see
her washed away, when, quietly and
coolly motioning me back with one
hand, she seized coil Of rope, and
threw the end to the handsome pas
senger.
He caught it, when, turning to me,
the lady requested me to help haul the
man aboard!
| complied, marvelling at the love
and devotion thus shown by woman
towards an acquaintance of an hour!
His power over the female sex must
be great, I thought; he is conceited,
but not without reason. This idea
flashed clearly across my mind in
spite Of my danger. The schooner,
however, was now quite near and l
had every reason to believe we would
be picked up.
1 was right. We were all taken
aboard the schooner, the handsome
passenger amongst the rest. Then the
lady in black, quietly pulling forth
revolver, pointed it at the head Of him
whom she had restored.
"Out with that red cigar.case!" she
said, sternly. ~ would like to see
what monsieur carries in it.n
"Why-why," stammered the
stranger, "why is"
Before he could say another word,
the little Amazon, thrusting her dis
engaged hand in his pocket, pulled
forth the red cigar-case, and opened it,
a ring dropped on the deck. This ring
she picked up, and holding it before
us all, exclaimed, II have found it at
last, The jeweller assured me it was
the only kind of device in all Paris
a chariot acheel. This person is the
murderer of the Countess de Mar
ville.n
The handsome passenger stood as if
frozen to the deck, making no resist
ance, as the lady in black slipped a
pair of handouts over his wrists.
"By what right" he then demand
ed "do you"
~ am Jean Mosqueau, the detec-
tivep' he quietly remarked; and |
robbed the waves Of this rascal, that
the scaffold might not be cheatedw
There is little to add.
The main proof having been obtain
ed, ether proofs on the prisoners trial
were brought forth, showing him gull
ty beyond doubt.
Long before his execution, his name
was ascertained to be Louis Rossenan,
a noted adventurer and gambler, who
however, by cool effrontery and a
winning address, backed by good looks,
had been enabled to move in the first
circles of fParisian society.