The Osceola times., 1880-08-14
affection Of his life had been wrapped


search, a note was brought to him.
IL must see you at once" was written
IN large, sprawling hand, 81 can give
you tidings of your daughter"
Almost overcome with emotion, the
banker gave orders for the bearer to be
admitted, while the detective rose quiet
" and took his position behind the cur
tain of the window. Scarcely had he
done so when the servant opened the
door and admitted n man who. though
hashily dressed, carried in his face and
manner the unmistakable stamp of the
lowest criminal class. fhe banker sprung
from his chair, his face flushed with glad
expectation to meet him.
"You bring me news of my daughter
he cried, eagerly.
"Yes," "the man answered; that's what
/ came for"
"And where is she? Is she well?
Tell me quickly, and relieve my sus-
pense."
81 was here before, the night he did
this little job" the man went on, in n
stolid sort of way, as if he were repeat
ing set speech and ignoring the others
excited questions. There were six of
us in it beside the Captain. We six had
all the swag. All the Captain wanted
or his hare was the girl; and, while we
were gathering up the articles, he took
her in his arms and walked off"
And where is she now? / will give
any smount-my whole fortune-to have
her restored to me-"
None of us knew where he took her
until tonight. He sent for me to come
and fetch you to him."
LET us not lose moment, them" the
banker exclaimed, eagerly. 81 am ready
this instant"
The detective came from his hiding
place behind the curtain.
81 will accompany you" he said.
"Ah!' said the man, coolly surveying
him, you're a detective. But it don't
matter. The Captain said wasn't partic-
ular if the whole force came"
LEAD the way, then. We are ready"
the officer answered.
The man led the way out of the house
and along the streets for distance OF
nearly half mile, until at length they
reached one of the lowest quarters of the
town. down by the river. Knocking at
| the door of an old-hali-ruinous house,
whose rear windows overlooked the
stream, the guide gave some password to
an old woman who answered the door,
and then led the way up several flights
of stairs, that creaked and groaned at
every step, as if they would fall beneath
their feet. Arrived at the top floor, the
man knocked three times on door at
the head of the stairway. A voice an
swered, bidding them enter, and, doing
so, they found themselves in a small
| low ceIlinged room, one corner of which
was partitioned off by dingy curtain
and before the freless CRATE man was
standing with folded arms. AS they
entered, a look ofalmost fiendish triumph
lighted up his face, and he advanced to
the banker.
Monsieur Laurin," he said, in cold
measured tones, "do you recognize me-?
The banker started back, with an ex.
preston of dismay.
paul Favarge!' he gasped.
"Ies," the other answered, "Pau
Favarge-the clerk, who, to further youi
own grasping aims, you consigned to q
fate worse than death, and who swore tC
be revenged. The time has come.
will restore your daughter to you, but il
is upon one condition, and one alone. Il
you refuse, you and she both die"
He waved his hand as he spoke, and
before they were aware of it, mar
stood, one on each side of the banker
and the detective, with pistol leveled
at their heads.
"Iou see you are in my power" said
the other. "The condition that require
of you is that you confess you fabricated
the story that sent me to the galleys
that you might secure the money your
self"
An agony of irresolution was visible
on the bankers face, but he was silent
at you do not decide before | have
counted three you die"
Still the banker was silent.
"One-two-"
ayes" the banker almost shrieked, 81
confess 1t all. You were innocent and
the guilty one. Are you not satisfied
now with your revenge? If you have
any human pity left, let me see my
daughter"
81 have nome" the other answered, y
"but you shall have your wish"
He drew aside the dingy curtain as he
spoke, and the banker saw pallid form
lying upon a narrow pallet. but so wasteo
and attenuated that in the features h,
could hardly recognize those of IN:
| daughter.
"My Godw he walled, "she is dead. >
eyes, she is dead, l." the other answered
in the same fiendishly dispassonate tone
Would you know how she met hei
death? Upon your soul is the sin, for i
was you who made me the fiend | am
She starved to death"
The unhappy father sank upon tho
floor as if struck by bullet. "Let youl
revenge be complete, and kill me also,
he waIed.
"No," the other answered, with fiend
sh laugh; lit is who die. My ven
geance would not be complete if you did
not live. Officer" he added, turning TO
the detective, this man is by his owl
confession your prisoner; arrest him
NY band know of my resolve, and
have arranged it all. My mission on
earth is accomplished now, and life is
uncomfortable to me-"
As he spoke he placed the muzzle OF
pistol 10 his forehead. and, pressing
the trigger, fell to the for corpse
The detective turned to arrest the
banker, but started back with an excla-
nation of Mortified surprise. The mus
cles of the bankers face were twitching
| in convulsive sort of way, until sud
denly he burst into peal of terrible
| joyless laughter. He had become 8
raving maniac, and the convict's terrible
vengeance was, indeed, complete
How Cesar WAS Seized.
In 1875 John Mccullough had bene.
fit in the California Theater, San Fran.
cisco. IL was notable occasion. The