The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1872-12-03
TRACING A MURDERER.
Bf CAPTAIN CARNEs.



webs.
The result of the reflections was this
1 jammed on my hat again, and wende,
my way up to Pepniford's livery sta
BILE.
"Yes"--to my question-"Mr Dart
Nor had boarded his horse there 70
three or four years"
'.Who usually drove him home p
"Why, Jobn-John Hunt, as groom
ed Mr.. partmor's horse"
Gould see John p
Eyes, sir, certainly-John2' p
"What, sir p
"Gentleman to see you" "
John came in from grooming the hor
ses.
I gave him a long, wide, deep glance
said to myself, "With a full belief o.
the transmigration of souls, I coulc
guess where the interior, spiritual es
sence of John Hunt emanated from to
enter the present corporeal habitation.'
He retained enough of the bull dog tc
testify to his origin.
''John," l said, coaxinsly, 81 want :
little private conversation with you
His underlip dropped, so as to show hi:
teeth in very hhpsepQssessing manner
|"Tbis way" and l motioned him toward
a room juttiug off from the Office. ''Hov
long have you driven Mr.. Dartmor':
team p ai3
"Him as is dead"
81 mean Mr. James Dartmor"
"Nigh onto year," was the reply
given in an ungracious manner.
"Have you any objections to tell mt
where you drove him to the two even
ings each week when he did not 60 di
rectly home ?"
He did not reply.
/ glanced again in his face The low
narrow forehead, with the shock o.
stiff, reddish hair, the small, pig eyes
fiat nose, and wide waste of mouth, made
him anything but of prepossessing ap
pearance l laid gold piece on the ia
BILE before him, remarking:
"It is very necessary that you should
answer me, John"
To - Hall, to meet the brokers,
was his quick answer, and he reached
out his hand to take UP the money.
"He is just the boy to be bought ovel
with money to do anything" commen
ted, but / put my hand over the coin be
fore he took it up. ale met the brokers
on Tuesday evenings. Where did ht
go Friday evenings ?"
"Brokers''
put another piece of money on thu
one already laying before me.
"Will you tell me the truth ?"
"Brokers."
picked up the two pieces of money
and dropped them into my vest pocket
"Look here, young man," began Sc
verely, "you may divulge to me what
have asked of you, or 1 will have you
arrested and put in prison for aiding il
Mr. Dartmor's murder"
He turned yellow.
81 was never to tell" f
""No? Well, in this case, you have
been faithful to your master! now yor
nest disclose the secret, to aid in de
tecting his r1urderers. Or" aud / ad.
vanced and seized him by the collar,
"you 60 into prison, and take your
chance Of seeing daylight again"
His knees smote together; he was
conquered by fear.
"ro No -, Avenue"
"Beware how you trife with ME.
shall have al eye upon yod."
He only repeated what he had said
before. l released him, went on to the
street, to a horse car to No. -,
Avenue. 1t was very stylish residence
Lounging in the hotel around the corntl
l made some inquiries, but got at moth.
ing satisfactory. Came back the nexi
day, with like success.
| Meanwhile, the time of Richard Dart
mor's trial drew near. / was, half.fren-
zied with delays. Three and four days
passed in this fruitless manner. AT last
fortune threw across my path one Of
those dashing young fellows who, with
no character but what their father s
wealth gives, yet mingled in what is
termed the first society Of the day.
Conversation, by some species of jug.
glery, drifted round to the denizens Of
- Avenue.
"And the beautiful lady residing al
No. =" said l, purposely getting aside
from the mark.
-"Oh, you mean No. -" naming the
exact locality in which was most inter
ested.
ais it?' asked innocently.
"Of course you mean Madame Pau
line Marquille, of whom everybody ha:
raved so much"
Certainly. How long did you say
she had resided there ?"
mot quite year. Is very mysteri
Gus, but leader Of - Avenue socie
ty. Was introduced by Monsieur Pc
tard, who came in the suit of Coun
Montville, who made such stir in fash
ionable circles year ago"
"What became of the Count?' asked
another sprig of nobility.
"Oh, he travelled on-was only sight
seeing, and as usual everybody tried te
get down his throat, taking that portion
of the human system for strait leading
from American snobbyism to foreigI
lcoronets."
"TheI it is Monsieur Perard that con
ltinually hovefs about her path p
Eyes, surely; he is Madame's broth
er."
"She, then, is widow ?" returned.
"Yes," answered Lewis Chandler; &C;
widow distracting all hearts. She has
let me recollect-a soires tomorrow
evening, and l don't mind, ,Carnes," yer.
patronizingly, ''if l take you along Oh
the list Of friends"
| graciously and smilingly returned
thanks for the condeseension. How
detest this kind of patronage.
! met Madame Pauline Marquille fac'
to face The shock sent me back agains
lone Of the mantel slabs Whist was slt
likei A slight, delicate beauty, looking
little more than gigantic doll. Below
medium height, with wealth of glisten