Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-07-12

YOU believe that she can have left me to Joll
that guilty man."
,'She is not here madam"
''But shemay be detained forcibly," criet
thegood countess, who could not make w
her mind to believe the woman guilty or un
grateful.
"That is not the point, madam" I said
| "It is plain to me that burglary is con
templated here"
ooh" smiled the lady, "who would come
out on such an errand on such q night a.
this 2"
sThe Marquis acts promptly when HI
makes up his mind. From the beginning
of his career of crime he treated his wife
with terrible cruelty. He used to beat anc
pet the woman alternately, like the tigerisf
brute he is. By threats and blows he may
have torn from her-presuming her limo
cent sufficient knowledge of her house ant
it's contents to enable him to succeed il
midnight robbery-unless he is prevented
"And you have Gomez
"For that purpose, my lady," l answered
almost rudely. wished to be alone thai
I might, to use a slang phrase, "pull myself
together"
| was soon left in spacious room open
ing from the hall. A fine supper had been
supplied ME. I had insisted on not alarm
ing the servants, being confident Of my oWr
ability to cope with any intruder.
Imagine my horror when | began to fee
my limbs becoming heavy as lead, my eye
lids resolutely closing. l felt sure now thai
my drink had Deen tampered with, and
my heart, into the luxurious easy chail
which had been wheeled in front of the
blazing fire.
A square table stood in the centre of the
room, on which had been placed hal
lamp with pale pink Opaque globe. On
the mantleshelf handsome timepiece tick
ed deliberately, until at length its 'click
click" became madening.
Click, click! and I became so poWerless
that it seemed best for me to Succumb to in
evitable influences cheerfuly. The WIND
howled outside, and could hear the loose
snow dashed ftfully against the window
panes. / made an effort to rise to open the
shutters, when the thought rose that light
would alarm the coming marauder; so dis
missed it, and gaZed helplessly at the clock
until the blue-spectacled, grinning face Of
that old Methodist parson waveringly inter
vened.
Click, click! and my surroundings became
invisible, but only seemingly for an instant
The old white haired parson again amused
me. Then he annoyed, for he kept close tc
my elbow, still grinning gleefully. Once
more 1 opened my eyes.
Click, click! How drowsy that incessant
ticking makes one. The first had become
unaccountably dim and low. The walls
with their hunting pictures, were simmer.
ing in kind of Wreathing mist. At last
darkness and a cold blight fell upon the
hitherto warm room, and then vanished
altogether.
Suddenly, as I thought, a piercing scream
woke me up. / could not move for mo-
ment. 1t was repeated Once-twice. Then
the clock struck slowly-one, two!
had been fast asleep two hours.
Another scream startled the house.
Every faculty acute now, by a great eff:
fort of will cast aside my drowsiness, threw
the door open, and rushed up the grand
staircase, as the servants descended from the
upper stories, to find the beautiful countess
standing in the centre of a long corridor, in
night attire, her long black hair streaming
down to the floor like veil over her tall
form.
The moon was sshining brightly. A black
figure dashed against the French window
opening at the end of the corridor on the
balcony, as the heroic noble-woman fired a
revolver she had torn in most terrible
q
He smashed the great square of plate
glass and disappeared over the edge, or
parapet, of the balcony, pursued now by me
The leap was a terrible one, but was fol-
lowed by others equally awful. The flying
robber avoided the circular drives spoken
of, jumping fearlessly from the parapet o1
one terrace to the gravel walk Of the other
until he reached the level of the lodge.
There was an ornamental lake in view Of
the road, and l was close behind him
Turning, he presented pistol full at my
face, and tired-and, thank heaven, missed.
In ducking to avoid the bullet recognized
the large black clothes and white neckclOtt
of the man l supposed to be Methodist
parson. Wig and spectacles were gone. A
superhuman effort enabled me to rise; but
from illness and the leaps, | was still reel
ing. "The Marquis caughtme in his arms
and threw me right into the cold water, over
whose surface thin film OF ice had been
forming. The scoundrel escaped. Detec-
tives are not always successful.
was soon rescued by the servants. The
countess had struggled magnificently, when,
awaking, she found ''the Marquis" depart:
ing with the contents of her jewel-safe and
dressing-case. He had entered by back
window, gone coolly to the lady's room,
and, while she slept, taken the keys from
under her pillow. Jewels were stolen val
ued at four thousand pounds.
| never was more annoyed in my life with
a case, and so labored vigilantly to capture
"the Marquis"
Disguised as Jew picture-dealer, visit,
ed Barney Moss, the well-knOWn fence,
one night. | not only secured without as
sistance the whole of the Denvers' family di,
almonds, but about ten thousand pounds
IL fl,n. 1pnf fol- rNrn
When left Barney at Thames-Street that
night, he snarled:
"You've copied me, my tear, but you
haven't got the Marks yet. Clever, ain'1
ye?-I don't think. You've often been in
his company lately, but you carn't tumble tc
him. He swears he'll make you trink init
him next Derby Day, an Pll bet he will
for he's hot 'un the Marks is. 1twas him
that drugged you at st. Albans that night
Barney went away for twenty-one years
before the great EPSON meeting came OFT.
| knew there was something in that boast
Some men delight in narrow and useless
risks.
Disguised as "nigger," I went to EPSON
play the banjo pretty well, and could sing
we'll then.
Just after the second race was playing al
the entrance to Harry Broome's tent.
heard voice say:
81 promised to treat a slop or two here to-
day"
| looked round at the speaker, and saw ar
elaborately- swell, in dust-coat, white
hat, green veil, and eyeglass. His hair was
yellow, with Dundreary whiskers to match
'"Hhe Marquis" had a faculty of Disgusting
the appearance Of the muscles of his face
the form or weight Of his body, and his
height. These whiskers were beautifully
glued to his cheeks, but they betrayed him
"Wanted to treat slop?" said l. "Bet