Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-04-28

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ties. looked like a Conde or a Mont
morenci, talking to a gentleman near
him of hunting.
1T is long time since | have fol-
lowed the hounds, said the gentleman.
Mr.. Lambert darted from his seat.
1t is he' said he. 1T is DIR. De La
Belle
BE silent, said Monsieur De p
.be silen;, and he held him in his seat
by main force.
In a moment they were joined by the
sergeant De Vile.
Il have heard him! it is his voice,
said Mr.. Lambert, trembling all over.
Perhaps we are still wrong, said
that imperturbsble individual Stay
here without moving | will draw the
curtain; look at every one who enters
with a lady; when the suspected passes,
press nv harm without a word.
is it Monsieur De Bocage?' asked
the host, in a low voice, of the officer.
Probably said the officer, 'he was a
lover Of the unfortunate Blanche Will
ers.
At this moment poor Lambert, peep
ing from behind the curtain, saw the
we'll known smiling face and jaunty
figure of the doctor of Rouen pass,
with a young lady on his arm. He
gripped the arm of the officer.
1T is he, said he, choking. The SER
geant De Vile drew the curtain quick
| ly. The chain is complete, said he,
we only wait for the dog. Mr.. Lam
bert your Imprisonment will be short.
One visit more and you are free
The next day a close carriage, with
the white pointer tied under the seat,
called for Mr.. Lambert.
shall conduct you to his door, but
you must enter alone, said the friend
ly sergeant You are not afraid P
Afraid! said the Englishman, 4
only desire to kill him.
No; no personal violence, please.
You would spoil very pretty job,
said the officer. 'Coachman, drive to
the house of Monsieur De Bocage, ave.
nue. Josephine.
When Mr.. Lambert, pale as death,
rang the bell of the inner door, M. De
Bocage, a Partisan swell, just putting
on his gloves, opened it himself.
He started back, horrifed, but soon
composed himself
you wish to see me, SIR said he.
Yes, you wretched murderer! said
the Honorable and Reverend Lambert,
i do wish to see you
Monsieur De Bocage retreated sever,
al steps,
You are mad, said he.
4 have come to unmask you, VII
lain !
You are deceived. my brave gen
tleman, said NJ. De Bocage, and reach
ing behind him he caught up a pistol
and discharged it full IN the face of
the Englishman.
At this noise, and fall Of the clergy
man, who was stunned and blinded for
a moment, the two sergeants and sew
eral police ensered the room, accom-
panied by white pointer, who leaped
up and caressed Monsieur De Bocage
Down, Thanor, down. said the mur-
derer, forgetting himself.
The chain is complete, said the SER
geant, joyfully.
Monsieur De Bocage, alias DR.. De
La Belle. you stand charged with the
murder of Madamoiselle Blanche Will
ers, in coupe of the rail way which
left Rouen at one o'clock at night on
the 18th inst, a crime which you
sought to afix to this gentleman.
Throw pitcher of water IN his face;
the pistol ball was drawn this morn
ing, whilst Monsieur De Bocage took
his chocolate-he is not burt.')
So saying the sergeant revived the
Englishman, and took Monsieur De
Bocage from his luxurlance chamber
towards twenty years of the galleys.
The wretch looked back.
1T was you, Thanor, after all, said
he, caresslng the white pointer.
Yes, said the sergeant. encourag-
ingly. Had you but remembered to
give the poor thing pill of strych-
nine =
The Honored and Reverend Mr..
Lambert returned home much better.
He had certainly taken the advice of
his unknown medical adviser, and had
varied his usual life considerably. He
never travelled IN q coupe at night
agalnswith yelled ladies, nor did he
ever quite get over the horror of hav-
ing ridden from Rouen to Paris with
a corpse.
He had the curiosity to take the doc
tors prescription to an apothecary IN
London, who analyzed it.
"A powerful stimulant, sir, said he !;
we should not recommend you to use
it very frequently. Still, in extreme
cases of depression it might be well.
Mr.. Lambert never lost his admira-
ton of the French police. They were,
he thought, very accomplished set Of
actors.
A Wisconsin girls innate modesty
caused her to ask clerk in a store for
a pair of limbings when she wanted
leggings. The struggle for the cake
now lies between her and the Missouri