Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1878-06-13
The Bloody Knife.

Orleans Murder = How Pierre
POupon Avenged His Wife's Dis
honor The Stabbing on the
Stairs.
New York Dispatch.l
The demolishing of the Gotham
Cottage, on the Bowery, between
Houston and Blocker streets, re
suited during the past week in
discovering many curious relics
of the gay and festive times that
the famous drinking place has
seen. III, pistols with which
Burr ard Hamilton fought were
handled by the curious spectators,
and the dust was blown from pic
lures that are as valuable as they
ar rich and rare. As the work
went on the ceiling back of the
bar fell in slightly, enveloping n
Dispatch reporter in cloud of
lime-dust. There fell also, at the
same time, huge knife, with the
handle broken aud the blade half
eaten away with the rast. Un.
der the rust was u reddish stain
thlt looked like blood. The
knife had the appearance OF hav;
ing been beneath the planking for
nearly fifty years, and beyond
doubt it had lain there that time.
Whether there was a murder at
the start of this incident or not,
the reporter can not tell, but it
vividly@ecllled a brutal butchery
that occurred 10 New Orleans
twenty years ago.
PIERRE PoUPONS PLACE.
At that time Pierre Poupon
was young and handsome
Frenchman, who kept an old sort
of a tavern on Carondelet street,
near Gravier street. lie had a
pretty wile-one of those bunch
es OF vivacious curves and merry
laughter that floods a mans home
with sunshine. When business
grew dull, Pierre conceived the
idea of rousing his sleepy custom
ers with the spur of gaming. He
opened room above the bar, and
placed there all the paraphernalia
that belongs te the b0udoir of the
Goddess Chance. Times grew
better at once. A man may be
too poor to buy his wife a pair of
shoes, or to drink even; he is. new
er too poor 10 put dollar on
card-it he hasit. =
THE. BETRAYER
Along with prosperity camt
Albert Ferrier, as the shadow
chases the sun. Albert was
young, spendthrifty sort Of fell
low, who played high and drank
deep. lie found that the wine a
Poupon's was good and that tbs
game was square. He found alst
that Nine. Ponpon. was pretty
and one night, elated with sue
cess and drink.h he had the. temsrit ,
to fold her in his arms Cd the stair
and kissed her. She did not re-
sist. She lay on his breast will.
ingly and kissed Kim back again
| for NJ Ferri,r was not only al
handsome as Pierre : he wa
more. lie was rich.
SUSPICION.
1t was not long before Pierre
busy as be was in dealing tat
games and attending to the
wants of his customers, discover
ed that Albert and Marie wert
entirely too friendly. The younl
Southern's money did not tall il
golden shower upon the greer
cloth so frequently. He was
too much in love, and the paint
ed queens Of the card-case ha'
no joys for him while be coul'
look into those pretty eyes AM
+ press those velvet lips.
When a nan has nothing to dc
he thinks, and SO did Pierre, whel
he wondered and wondered Oh
the nigh's when Marie had start
ed to see her mother in Bato
: Rouge, Albert never came I
$ play. Finally he. ascert2ined al
aud then came the determlnatio
e to kill Albert.
DISCOVERY.
d On the 10th day Of June, 1885,
d the murder occurred. 1t was fiv
O'Clock in the morning. Pierr
d had been dealing faro all nightth
q game generally running into til
c. breakfast hour Of the next da.
1t kDuriug the night Albert playe
4 heavily, but carelessly, seemin
10 wish to loose money. Piers
At watched him like a hawk. E.
e. cry morning at sanrlse Mar
r went for a drive over the she
road.
os Ga this occasion, as on mar
others, she and Albert were G
! ing together, calculating upc
es reaching Carondelet street aga
n long before Pierre a@oke from b
is sleep. When Albert loung'
Q from the room, rolling his ciga
. lette, and thinking OF the pref
creature in softly rustling musl