The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1877-03-01

an access of insanity. He was never
found, though he must have been drip
ping with blood-indeed, his red trail
was for some distance visible in the
streets. In 1861 body was found
hanging to tree in the Bots de Vim
cennes which may have been that of
Poirier. 1t was decomposed beyond
Identification, the clothing was not
marked, and the only object in the
pocket was a key which fitted the door
of Poirier's room.
On the 9th of November, 1888, one
Guibert was passing along Rue Louis
le-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 a
jealous woman was somehow set afioa+
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 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 a young man who simply threw
off his hand, remarking, "What do
you mean?" while several others press
ing said "What are you doingP" s'He
has done nothing ''This IS mis-
take" till the confused coachman let
him go. 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 body-guard; he had also
been sentenced to a term of imprison-
ment for irregular financial practices.
Through some powerful influence he
had avoided his punishment, to the I'M
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.
Two years before to day, another
myterious crime, though not murder,
had been wrought under even more
singular circumstances. M. Bouron,
one of the sub-cashiers of the Bank of
France, was passing along a narrow
and gloomy corridor, leading from the
central safe to his Office, having under
his arm wallet containing over 1,OOO,.
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 accomplish settled his hat,
pulled down his cuffs and sauntered
calmly away indeed, no one 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 pistol-shot. The prisoner had
blown out his brains and was dead be-
fore he reached the sfioor. His name
was never known, though the bank
offered large reward to stimulate the
police, nor was his companion ever
heard of. The dead robbers effigv 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.
On Saturday, February, Is, 1910, a
Nine. Montignon, widow who kept
small fruit and fancy shop, Rue de Char
tres, prepared new suit of clothes for
her son, a boy of fourteen, who was in
the habit of attending mass every Sab
bath morning at Z. Next morning the
porter's wife, surprised that the youth
had not yet gone to church, although it
was 8 O'Clock, entered the shop, and,
chair, put her hand into a
little recess used as 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