The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-02-17
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!. Wis Orington with difficulty repressed
A. shiyer of hozor which ran through her
ssius as the landlady Of the place ap-
| r,osched her.
u will try to drink it" she said.
"Of course you will, my DEAR" answered
ala Mag; ''and You won't have to try very
isrd neither, dare say. Why, bless your
iar heart it's the best French brandy, aud
nild as mothers milk"
The old woman set down the glass upon
me table and hurried from the room.
The customers of old Mag were by no
means an agrceable-looking set of gentle
men, One was q man whose blood-shot
res glanced from beneath dark and lower
no brows, and seemed to flash defiance at
rs sfellowlaen. Another sported pair of
kack eyes and hideous cash across the
mouth. But remarkable as was every crea-
iure in that strange assembly, the most
necrliar of all was the man whom William
Gorton had addressed as Levinto, and with
whom he was now closely engaged in con-
Nrsation.
he was man Of about forty years Of age,
hi and slender, and possessed of that won.
dertul aexibility OF limb which is seldom
seen in an American. His hair was of raven
hhcs, smooth, silky and lustrous. His
ges were Of that piercingly vivid hue which
eiyes to the shining black pupil the appear
srce Of some flashing gem. His features
we're snail and closely chiscled as the fea-
iures Of statue; but handsome as was the
& tst enseabte Of his face, there was O hid.
den something in his aspect from which
those who looked upon him involuntarily
secoiled.
None knew the calling of this man. The
reckless wretches who nightly assembled at
his den scarcely cared to conceal from each
ether the secrets OF their various callings;
ihe burglars freely conversed about their
various adventures and escape, but not SO
he Spaniard Levinto,
Upon his own affairs this man was as
6lent as the grave.
Il want to say few words In private.
1evinto, whispered William Gorton.
"What do you want to speak about:'
'The old business"
"What can you have to say about that?'
BE- exclaimed. ut is done, and it is paid
for; that is enough
''Not quite enough" answered William
Gcrton, quietly. II have question to ask
pu."
"Ask it here, then"
1--WE may be overheard here. There is no
one in Number Five; we can talk there"
& sAs YOU please" answered the Spaniafd.
Maud Ovington heard their footsteps as
they entered the room. and saw square of
The woodwork at her side open trifle,
neiselessly, as if pushed by left fingers.
The Spaniard was the first to speak,
"Now what 90 you want with me?" he
j sked
The letters which the man who came to
this house carried upon his person."
y tell yon again, as I told you before.
mat the man carried no letters"
"But it is knowa tha. he never went with
! ect them"
"Ae was searched" said Levinto.
"When?"
after be had been-Guietcd," answered
ee Spaniard
"And nothing was found?"
'Nothing except few loose dimes"
There was pause; the two men remained
GIert for some moments.
1ne Spanlard vas TIE FIRST TO resume the
onyersatlon.
WY have you come here Tonight"
because those who employed me had
mason to think that they have been de-
elsed They were AFRAID that your pity
night perhaps have been touched by the
payers oi Your victim"
PITY. never shrink back nj cowartl's
~, = nor siczen at the sight Of blood I kill
* 1Eoney, and from liking for the trade"
You swear to nle that the man whom
whatsoever"
y do" answered the Spaniard. "and
" wnal motive could l have fer deceiving you?
1ne lady who had cause to fear that man
az rest easy-he will trouble her no morer'
Enough, Levinto," said William Gorton.
a se returned to the parlor, in which he
~o lett Miss Oving.on.
s,:t Haye you heard enough, madam" asked
oae rose from her seat and followed the
s1vsnt q into the passage,
!1sy me: the Spaniard, who vas talking
y Shall never forget tha. man!- muttered
as Oyington under her breath.
- y Is to be hoped that you will never see
en- again, madam"