The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1882-11-11
NO. IS.

PLACED: in such proximity to the tempe was
| btiil stronger evidence.
''Enu would not kill me?' he eia ulated.
''f-;li you, dog! l diau't thin6 you such
| coward" replied Jasper, minlicking the
tone Clark had employed when tauntinR
mia, then demanded: "Tell me, quick,
where is j hn Cl.yton?"
Glow should know" whned Clark
''Yol thr. tened him. didn't your
The pistol was showed little nearer tho
| vital spot
''Ies yes!"
'fScoundrel! to menace an old man who
takes his troubles so 10 heart! lie may
have taken his own life, to save himself
from persecution. I have a notion to
kill you Jared Clark! But, if you cannot
tell where the husband is, likely you know
tine whereabouts of the wife, or is she
dead?"
''She is deadr'
II believe you lie! Would that I were
able to prove it!' hissed the convict
You are all asp, poisonous and vile. To
be touched by you is to die. and yet. some
day, yonr fangs will be drawn, and your
power gone Come, out with your writing
What do you wish?" faltered Clark,
| obeying the mandate.
"Pen little note, above your proper sig
nature, declaring yourself to have been
witness to the affray which resulted in tho
death of William Armstrong eighteen years
ago"
Clark uttered an oath.
Don't get excited said Jasper Il
am only going to cripple your blackmalline
| schemes. Make the little document read
| MS communication from Mr.. Jared Clark
to Mr.. Edwin Jasper, Esquire. Hurry, fos
my jailer will soon be back If he comes
before you are through, I'll pop you off"
''Ill not write liae!'
The pistols cold nose was pressed against
tho speakers temple.
''Epistolize as dictate!p
Hemmed in. he could but comply. He
rapidly scribbled off the words as they fell
from the convicts lips.
The note was then folded and handed
to the enemy, who took it with his left hand.
placing the pistol in his pocket with the
right.
''Thank you!" smiled Jasper grimly. Il
will keep this safe, in case it should be
neededr'
He rose from the low three-legged stool
on which he had been sitting Scarcely
had he done so, when Clark grasped it.
With well-dlrected ain, he brought it
down on the convict's head, telling him
senseless.
An instant after. the note was destroyed.
P!ucking the candle from the table, the VIII
| lain held its fame under the thin window
screens
They caught and blazed up.
He flung the candle into heap of straw,
| and, locking the door on the outside and
hinGing the key up on the low roof, cried
loudly for assistance.
cloud of smoke puffed from the win
dow. and was succeeded by burst Of fame
The diabolical work was we'll executed.
Cecil, the easy-going prison official, and
| the servants, heard Clark's cries and has
| tened to the spot.
''Where is Ned Jasper?' exclaimed Cecil.
"Inside!" shouted Clark "He attempted
| to kill mel We had tussle was thrown
out upon the ground. Before could rise.
he locked the door,
''Harkw said Belts. "Whats that?"
A sharp. quick detonation sounded above
the kissing, cracking flames.
THE report Of pistol! He has shot
| himself!"
The servants attempted to batter in the
| door. But there was no Ak at hand, and the
wood was of heavy oak. When, finally, ono
was brought. the entire building was envel-
| oped by the fire. iend, water not availing to
| stay its progress.
| Half an hour after, the gardeners pretty
| house was a mass of smoking ashes, with
here and there spiteful little blaze.