The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-06-14

looking, middle-aged man, named
Irouillot-gave that worthy his instruc.
lions. He wound up by whispering:
MY own belief is that M. Robland is
mao, so that you will have to keep
your eyes about YOU"
Very good, sir" answered Trouillot
laconically.
Roblard and Trouillot left the Pre-
lecture together in cab; and the COM
munard appeared to be in rather high
spirits during their drive to an hotel.
A load seemed to have lifted from his
mind, and he talked with excitement
| about the changes he had noticed in
Paris, saying how glad he was to get
back again. At the hotel he bespoke
two bedrooms, next each other, and hav-
ing door of communication: then he
ordered dinner. By this time his spirits
had somewhat fallen, and he watched
MS companion through the corners of
his eyes as if he did not quite like the
look OF him. Trouillot was one of those
men who cannot talk, and whose faces
do not say much in their favor. He
kept on saying Yes, sir" stolidly; and
during dinner ate and drank largely.
Nothing of consequence happened
during the evening. Roblard was tired
with his journey from Geneva, and after
the pair had discussed a cup of coffee
and cigar in the smoking room he sug-
gested bed. Both men repsired to their
| sleeping chambers, and Roblard began by
requesting that Trouillot would leave
the door OF communication between the
two apartments open. Trouillot con-
sented, but he was rather dismayed
when he saw the communist prepare for
his nights rest by laying on his night
table six-chambered revolver and a
large clasp-knife. He vowed to himself
| that he would sleep as gendarmes are
SAID do do-Wlth one eye open; but this
resolution was soon obliterated by
| drowslness, the effects of the good dinner
he had eaten. Ten minutes after getting
between sheets Trouillot was sound
asleep, and snoring like trombone.
He awoke in the middle of the night,
and recollected where he was; but
peculiar odor was filling his nostrils He
cat up and rubbed his eyes. The room
was pitch dark. He struck match and
the first thing he saw after lighting his
candle was handkerchief dying on his
pillow which had evidently been steep
edin chloroform. The pungent smell of
that poison still fingered about it.
This discovery at once drew Trouillot
out of bed; and he strobe trouserless
into the next room, holding his candle
at arms length. At first he could see
nothing unusual; but suddenly his eyes
met a sight which made him stand stock
still in the middle of the apartment.
Deep in the alcove, and half hidden by
its curtains, hung the lifeless body of
Roblard, who was suspended by the neck
to the curtain rod by means of the bell
rope. He was quite dead; and the sur
prising part of the matter was that the
door of his room opening on to the
passage stood ajar.
a few hours later, when summary
inquest had been held by the Procureur
de la Republique, that functionary said:
at is obviously the suicide of cunning
mailman"
Il suppose So" concurred Monsieur
A, who had been called in. "Yet
those conspirators are queer fellows;
they cannot even die plainly like other
men,"
The same evening, Vuilleux, the Jour
nalist, reading the Partisan kilograms in
a Geneva newspaper, remarked to a
circle of afrighted communists: Didn't
/ tell you Richards days were number
ed? He was bound to end in that
fashion,"