The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-09-16
But they looked in vain. They saw

| But they looked in vain. They saw
no master for the dog.
"On the night that crime was commit
ted this dog was found in Rouen, with
out master. said the sergeant de vile.
Later, the prisoner was requested to
make an evening toilette, and was es-
corted to grand ball In q magnificent
house In one of the best parts OF Paris.
"You are serving the ends of justice,
said the sergeant to him. Be patient
and observe the guests.
He was presented to the lady OF the
house, who received him very gracious
ly, and who introduced him to her
daughter. He talked with her and
looked at the guests, but saw nothing.
Another week passed. He went to
another ball in the same company. His
young host, Monsieur de F., seated
himself beside him, and drew
carelessIy before them the curtains Of
large window, which filed half the
room.
1t was not long before Mr.. Lambert
heard the well-known voice Of the SER
geant of police (who in the most ire
proachable of black coats and white
ties looked like Condo or Mont
morenci) talking to gentleman near
him, of hunting.
"It is long time since have fol-
lowed the hounds" answered the gen.
tleman.
Mr.. Lambert darted from his seat.
"It is he |" said he. 1t is DR.. de La
Belle"
"Be SILENT" said Monsieur de F.,
"be SILENT" and he held him in his seat
by main force.
In moment they were rejoined by
the sergeant de vile.
g. have heard him IL Is his voice j"
said Mr.. Lambert, trembling all over.
s'Perhaps we are still wrong" said
that imperturbabie individual. "Stay
here without moving. I will draw the
curtain. Look at every one who enters
with lady on his arm. When the sus-
pected passes, press my arm without a
word"
els it Monsieur de Bocage ?" asked the
host in a low voice of the officer. "Prob-
ably" said the policeman; che was the
lover of the unfortunate Blanche Will
iers."
At this moment poor Lambert, peep
ing, from behind the curtain. saw the
well known smiling face and iaunty fig
ure of the doctor of Rouen pass with a
young lady on his arm. He gripped the
arm of the officer.
at is he" said he, choking. The
sergeant de vile drew the curtain
quickly. "The chain is complete, "
said he; "we only wait for the dog.
Nh. Lambert, your imprisonment will
be short. One visit more, and you are
free p
The next day close carriage, with
the white pointer tied under the seat,
called fm Mr.. Lambert.
81 shall conduct you to his door, but
you must enter alone," said the friendly
sergeant. "You are not afraid ?"
"Afraid |" said the English1han. 81
oaly desire to kill him.
"No, no personal violence, please.
You would spoil very pretty job, said
the officer. "Coachman, drive to the
house of M. de Bocage, Avenue jose
phine."
When Mr.. Lambert, pale as death,
rang the bell of the inner door, M. de
Bocage, Partisan swell, just putting on
his gloves, opened it himself.
He started back, Mortified, but soon
composed himself.
You wish to see me, sir ?" said he.
"Yes, you wretched murderer !" said
the Hon. and Rev. Lambert, "I do wish
to see you y
M. de Bocage retreated several steps.
"You are mad" said he.
81 have come to unmask you, vii
lain p
"You are deceived, my brave gentle
man. said M. de Bocage, and, reach
ing behind him, he caught up pistol
and discharged it full in the face Of the
Englishman.
At the noise and the fall of the clergy
man, who was stunned and blinded for
moment, the two sergeants and several
policemen entered the room, accompa-
MED by white pointer, who leaped up
and caressed Monsieur de Bocage.
"Down, Thanor, DOWN." said the
murderer, forgetting himself.
"The chain is complete" said the
sergeant ioyfully.
monsieur de Bocage, alias DR.. de La
Belle, you stand charged with the muir
der of Mademoiselle Blanche Villiers, in
a coupe of the railway, which left Rouen
at / o'clock at night on the 18th inst, a
crime which you sought to affix to this
gentleman. Throw pitcher of water
in his face; the pistol ball was drawn
this morning, while Monsieur de Bocage
took his chocolate-heis not hurt. "
So saying, the sergeant revived the
Englishman, and took Monsieur de Bo-
cage from his luxurious chamber toward
twenty years of the galleys.
The wretch looked back.
SIT was you, Thanor, after all" said
he, caressing the white pointer.
"Yes," said the sergeant, encourage
ingly; chad you but remembered to
give the poor thing pill of strych-
nine l"
The Hon. and Rev. Mr.. Lambert re-
turned home much better. He had GER
tainly taken the advice of this unknown
medical adviser, and had varied his
usual life considerably. He never tray
eled in coupe at night again with
yelled ladies, nor did he ever get over
the horror of having ridden from Rouen
to Paris with corpse.
He had the curiosity to take the doc
tors prescription to an apothecary in
London, who analysed it.
GA powerful stimulant, sir" said he !;
"we should not recommend you to use
it very frequently. Still, in extreme
cases of depression, it might be WE'LL"
Mr.. Lambert never lost his admira-
ton of the French police. They were,
he thought, very accomplished set Of
actors.
The Wound Of RObespierre.
Almost all the historians of the French