Sharp County record., 1879-01-09

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he has sense and spirit too, and he had
the effrontery to tell me tonight ne was
ashamed of playing tricks on his good
natured tutor, and that, win or dose, he'd
gamble no more"
The stout built man responded with
some brutal joke about tender young
pigeon that was ready for the spit.
"There is no risk, no risk at all, }"
said the eldest of the scOundrels;
"what can they prove against US, heinz
The young gentleman has won our
money, not we his. He has drunk
much wine. He insisted on returning
home on foot, with his gold in his pock-
cts. Is it our fault, NJ. lie President, if
those pockets were empty when the
body, discovered in the Seine, was laid
out out on the wet slabs of the morgue?'
| shuddered, for there was something
peculiarly hideous in the atfectation OF
the old Villains manner, as, drawing
himself up, and extending one arm in
forensic fashion, he pleaded his own
cause before an imaginary tribunal.
But the two evil-visaged serving-men
and the burly black-browed ruffian
were of another mind, for they laughed
with evident enjoyment of the jest.
"That for the COur d'Assises!" re-
torted the big man, swapping his fin
GERS; "and now, mon vieux, if you
ike, | am ready to administer the coup
de pouce to this young aristo," and he
stretched forth his brawny hands, half
iocularly, towards Cecil's throat.
"Not yet," returned the Baron, per-
emptorily; "not yet this hour to come.
One O'Clock is too early for our good
friends, Jacques and Jean Baptiste here,
to carry such a load through the river
side streets. Better wait till the last
wine-shop closes, and the last drunkard
has reeled homeward." "
And then all five sat down together at
the table, in familiar conversation,
much of which was to me unintelligible,
slipping Curacao and Chartreuse the
while with appreciative relish. The
only one who looked careworn and anx.
ious was the Colonel himself. | did not,
however, linger long to play the part of
eavesdropper. Clearly, if would save
Cecil, must lose no time in summon
| ing rescue. Noiselessly, cautiously, l
threaded my way through the darkling
ante-chambers and down the solitary
staircase. | reached the courtyard.
1t was empty, and the porter's lodge
dark and deserted. Softly unclosing
the gate, 1 glided out into the street
and, mindful of the address which M.
Garnet had given me, flew rather than
walked to Number Seven, Rue Joachim.
The Inspector of Police listened with
eager interest to my>story. Twice he
interrupted me with an urbane apology
for the rudeness of the act, that he
might apply his lips to the mouth piece
of a call-pipe that communicated with
the lower sale of the bureau, and when
had finished he rubbed his hands and
almost purred in feline fashion, over the
news had brought.
'"A great haul for the net of the
law!" he murmured blandly; Georges
LIE Moine-for your corpulent friend,
Mr.. Baker, can be no other runaway
forcat, burglar and assassin, much
wanted in his old quarters at Toulon;
then Old Vinet, of Lyons,dit Trompe-
la-loi; then the Duplessis himself, who
has a long score to settle with Justice !;
and the two minor villains, Jacques
Peach and Jean Baptiste Teller, thrown
in to complete the batch of jail-birds.
Now, my children!" he added loudly,
and the door opened, disclosing four
gendarmes and eight agents, armed to
the teeth; abe quick and silent. This
gentleman will guide us. Only one of
this gibier- -de-potence is likely to make
serious resistance. | mean lie Moine.
If he does"
"Very well, Inspector" answered an
agent of police, as he examined the lock
of his pistol.
But there was no fighting. The
whole rascally gang gave proof of the
most abject cowardice, when pounced
on by the police, and did not even al
tempt to use the weapons which four
out of the five had concealed about their
persons. In prison, each made a con-
fession damaging to the defense of the
remainder, and | believe all were ulti
mately sentenced TO long terms of i'm
prisonment at Toulon or Lambessa,
while received praises, ,unmerited am
sure, for the share | had taken in pro.
viding for the safety of my pupil. Cecil
Manvers is Lord Hunsdon now, and
has long since learned to profit by the
follies of his youth; but we are fast
friends, and my former charge has
never forgotten the debt of gratitude
which he declares himself to owe me
for my GOODNESS on that night in the
Rue de Loches.-EngliSh Magazine.
IOrNa and LADY,