The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1878-07-24

a Dismal Night en- Ihe City of
LOyns...A Departing WIGe's APP
P"al--.The Lust Game of Cards-.-
A brutal Omcer's Terrible Fate.

| oS ~ DiANCA COlu uiEnl.
Me snowhakes had been falling fas
and heavy all the evening, and the storm
became more terrible throughout the an
cient city of Lyons as the night wore on.
1t was no wonder that the thorough
fares were utterly deserted before mid
night. Here and there walked police
man, shivering and cursing the terrible
weather.
The Rhone was filled with drifting
ice. Every now and then the scudding
clouds passed away from the pale moon,
which then shed its livid light upon
THE DISMAL SCENE.
From the Rue de PAvergne there
emerged thinly-clad young woman,
about twenty five years of age Her
faded shawl was thickly covered with
snow, and her deadly pale checks, her
shivering, trail body, Indicated sufficient
ly that she felt the inclemency of the
weather.
| Sill she hurried onward until she
reached small street called rImpasse
Sarenne, and there she rang the bell of
small house, through the transom of
WhOse front door "a dim light was shining
| 4ASAN NAo1PIfCNAOh AiAinNhAatCi1
A voice within called out:
"Who is there"
''Is Robert Ducarme here?' replied
the scantly-clad young woman.
There was no reply. Two minutes
later the front door opened. A young
man, with flushed face, appeared from
within.
SIS it you, jenny he asked angriIy.
eyes, Robert; oh, do come home
you are playing again. You loose every
thing What is to become of our poor
boy, Willie. Do come home!"
go home yourself, JENNY" he shout
ed, brutally. eco home, l say!"
Robert"
The scoundrel kicked the poor woman,
who hurried away, drawing a deep sigh.
Robert Ducarme returned to the inte-
rior of the house. He entered room
where two young men, both evidently
under the influence of liquor, were seated
at a table.
One of them was well dressed. In his
hands he held deck of cards. Behind
him stood
A FINE-LooKING WOMAN
of thirty, voluptuously built, and in
whose large black eyes the seductive fire
of the wanton was burning.
Robert Ducarme sat down at the table
"You must give me satisfaction" he
said to the intoxicated young man hold
ing the deck of cards.
"All right, Robert The stake shall
be again fifty frames. If you lose we
will stop"
"That's the agreement, Edward
Bachelle,ni said Ducarme.
Bachelle ordered a bottle of cham
payne.
The voluptuous woman brought it to
them, and after they had partaken of the
sparkling wine, Robert Ducarme fished
with trembling hands fifty francs from
his pocket.
every cent haver" he said to him
self.
pocReU a Rallet,' from 'wlfcu NE u0Uk all
enormous roll of bank notes.
Ducarme glared at them with feverish
eyes. Batchelle put a fifty-franc bill on
the table, and dealt the cards.
Ducarme lost.
bad luck in playing, good luck in
love" said Bachelle to him, with a heavy
tongue.
Gentlemen" said the woman now,
"you have to go home. 1t is time for
me to close up"
The other man at the table exchanged
glance with her. She whispered to
him:
"You can stay here. They have to
CO."
"Robert," said Bachtelle "you prom
ised to take me home. Will you do so2"
eyes" replied Ducarme, II will 60
with you, At Lenonville we can take
hack, and in three hours you will be
home"
The two left the house. Bachtelle was
almost helpless. Ducarme dragged him
painfully through the snow-storm.
When they arrived near the river Du-
carme suddenly dropped Bachtelle, who,
with heavy thud, fell to the ground.
The unfortunate man tried to raise
himself, but Ducarme, with a knife,
stabbed him in the breast. Then he
took the wallet from Bachtelle's breast
pocket and put into his bosom.
He looked around.
"No one has seen it," murmered the
murderer. II will fling him into the
the river. Who knows whether his corpse
will ever be found?"
He seized the feet of the murdered
man and dragged him down to the neigh
boring dock. But there had been
AN EYEWITNESS
of this horrible scene. 1t was no other
than poor Jenny, Ducarme's wife. She
had waited for him in the neighborhood
and followed him and Bachtelle as soon
as they had left the house where
they had gambled. She had seen every
thing.
While she stood petriGed with horror,
q policeman stepped up TO her.
"What are you doing here at this hour
OF the night@' he said gruffiy TO her.
IL" she stammered.
Il guess you are one of Them" said
the officer.
"Oh, no, was waiting"
waiting for whom2'
"For NY"
ooh, come, come-you want a few
months in the House of Correction.
Come along to the lookup"
The poor woman was thunder-struck.
If she were arrested what would become
of her child?
Robert! Robert" she screamed de-
spairingly.
Her husband heard her voice. He
had just pushed the remains of his victim
into the river. He fastened to her.
"What are you touching my wife for?"
he said furiously to the officer.
"Your wife2" sneered the latter.
Robert Ducarme had shed blood that
night. What was another murder 10
him?
He stabbed the officer, while his wife
fell fainting to the ground. The officer,