Mexico weekly ledger., 1877-02-15

lle-Grand when he was shot in the arm.
No one had seen the shooter, Guibert
made no complaint and the theory that
the pistol had been discharged by q
Jealous woman was somehow set afioat
and accepted. Eleven days later, about
8 p. M, as he was passing No. 10 Rue
Neuve- Saint-Augustin, arm-in-arm with
his brother-in.la law, Ferluc, he was in
|stantly killed by a pistol-shot. The de-
~tonation was very loud, for the weapon
was doubly charged. A hackney
coachman springing from his perch
collared ayoung man who simply threw
off his hand, remarking, "What do
You mean?" while several others press
ing said "What are you doingp" she
has done nothing" "This is a mis-
take" till the confused coachman let
him 60. Guibert was one of the keen
est and most merciless of usurers, a
man who lent money at extortionate
rates and passed off worthless pictures
and useless goods On his victims. He
had been assaulted several times, and
in fact, kept a body-guard; chad also
been sentenced to a term of imprison-
ment for irregular financial practices.
Through some powerful influence he
had avoided his punishment, to the UNI
utterable disgust of his clients. The
police secured his books and made the
most vigorous researches, thinking that
his life had been taken by some exas-
perated debtor, but no clew to the MUIR
der was ever discovered, though some
twenty arrests were made.
vi.
Two years before to a day, another
myterious crime, though not murder,
had been wrought under even more
singular circumstances. M. Bourorl,
one of the sub-cashiers of the Bank of
France, was passing along q narrow
and gloomy corridor, leading from the
central safe to his office, having under
his arm a wallet containing over 1,000,.
900 francs in bank notes, when two men
encountered him. One throttled him
while the other grabbed the wallet.
Have you got it?" whispered audibly
the first. "No; twist his neck" an
swered the second. Bouron, a power
full man, struggled, wrenched himself
loose, cried "Help!" Clerks, watch
men and officers came rushing in. One
of the bold thieves, lowering his head,
dashed in among the crowd; he butted
down two or three, but others fell upon
him, and finally Overpowered by num-
bers, he was felled and bound. Mean
while his accOmplice settled his hat,
pulled down his cuffs and sauntered
calmly away; indeed, no n had any
cause to suspect him as the crowd did
not know that two men had been con-
cerned in the assault on M. Bouron.
The captured robber was taken to the
police station; he was handsome and
well dressed. Who are youp" asked
the magistrate. There was for all an
swer a pistol-shot. The prisoner had
blown oHt his brains and was dead be-
fore he reached the floor. His name
was never known, though the bank
offered a large reward to stimulate the
police, nor was his companion aver
heard of. The dead robbers effigy in
wax was exposed at the Morgue and
visited by over a hundred thousand
people, but no one recognized it. 1t
was at the Prefecture when the Commu-
nists burned the building in 1871.
VII.
On Saturday, February, Is, 1910, q
Nine. Montignon, a widow who kept a
small fruit and fancy shop, Rue de Char
tres, prepared a new; suit of clothes for
her son, q boy of fourteen, who was in
the habit of attending mass every Sab
bath morning at 7. Next morning the
porter's wife, surprised that the youth
had not yet gone to church, although it
was s O'Clock, entered the shop, and,
mounting a chair, put her hand into a
little recess used as a sleeping-apart-
ment, and shook him violently. When
she drew it out it was red with blood.
The police were at once summoned,
and in the little black shop were found
the corpses of the widow and her child,
the skulls, necks and chests fearfully
battered. The shop was barely six feet
wide and twelve deep, and was filled
with piles of fruit, pyramids of pots,
and boxes and other articles so nicely
balanced that the officers could not
move without knocking something
down. The backshop was even more
cramped and crowded, but though the
murder had been done with the utmost
violence and brutality not a.
single thing had been disturbed. The
purse in the woman's pocket was not
taken, and her three or four small
pieces OF plate were untouched. Her
betrothed husband, her elder son (who
lived at Havre), a shoemaker who used
to visit her from time to time, and
one Hers, a frequent customer, were
suspected and arrested and all proved
the most complete kind of alibis. This
was the only clew ever obtained: The
widow had given a small sum to a drum
major of the National Guard to invest
for her, he turned it over to a broker,
who, at 8 O'Clock on the night of the
murder, found Nine. Montignon in her
shop with a stranger, whose face struck
him so forcibly that he noticed the man
closely. He described this stranger
very fully, but nj trace of him was aver
found.
An Aged Couples Sad Fate.