The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-07-17
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Medical Science Restoring an I'm
beetle Witness.
The Murder of Monsieur Louard in His
WOrkshop-Tho Scheme of Tramp to
Achieve Wealth and the Detec-
tion of His Crime.

Pierre Louard and his wife lived, in
1860, ON q small estate near Lesay, in
Potion, France. They had three daugh-
tiers, Marie, Louise and Agnes. On a
July morning in the year named Pierre
found a man asleep in his stable. He
was about twenty-five years of age, shoe
less, hatless and with only q few miser-
able. rags to cover him. Moreover, ne
was half dead from starvation and ex-
posure He said he was the son of a
physician at Chalons; that his father
had been convicted of crime; that his
mother had died broken-he that
his friends had spurned him, and that
he had sold the little property he had
and wandered away in search of some
spot where he could earn a living and
remain unknown. ,Louard procured
him clothes, took him to the stream that
flowed near by and furnished him with
everything needful to make him look
respectable. Then Mad. Louard gave
him q hearty meal and spoke to him
with motherly kindness. The end was
that they took Afghan into their family,
and he on his part showed great apti-
tude at farm-werk and the care of cat
tie.
Though Louard possessed a fine old
dwelling beautifully situated, he had
but little land and was barely able to
make n subsistence for his family.
Formerly Ee owned fine estate, but
unfortunately he had aspired to be an
inventor, and thesresult was that he had
parted with acre after acre of his patri-
mony and achieved nothing with his
mechanical labors. In the rear wing of
the dwelling was room which Louard
specially claimed as his. There he had
lathes and q furnace and all the tools
and materials which his mechanical
pursuits. demanded. At the end of the
corridor, directly facing the entrance
to Louards workshop, was room oc-
cupied by Frederic Buchy, son of
Madam Louard by q former marriage.
This Buchy was twenty-five years old,
ncouth, somewhat ignorant and dis
sipated.
On the night of'August2, 1860, about
nine O'clock, Madam Louard and her
eldest daughter, Marie, were seated in
small parlornear the main entrance of
the dwelling. The door was open, and
a view of the wide center stairway could
be distinctly had by the occupants of
the room. Suddenly there was a sound
of TASTY footsteps on the stairs, and
mother and daughter turned their ewes
in that direction, Buchy appeared on
the first landing in his shirt-Sleeves
"Why, what is the matterP Madam
Louard exclaimed, rising and fastening
into the hall. As she reached it Blu
chy's feet few from under him and he
fell with great force, striking his head
on the hard oaken stairs. He lay there
senseless. On being raised blood flowed
from a wound in the back of his head.
Medical. aid was summoned by Afghan,
who ctne in at the front door, soaked
with a heavy rain, almost Immediately
after the accident The doctor declared
that. Bdchy's skull was fractured, and
next day he was removed to the hospi-
tai atPoiticrs. AK '<s
In the meantime Monsieur Louard
had not been seen. 1t was no uncom-
mon thing for him to remain all night
in has workshop, and even until late the
next morning, Though it was sug-
gested that he should be summoned
Afghan opposed it, saying that he had
been moody and reserved for some days
past, and a knowledge of what had be-
fallen Buchy might have an injurious
effect upon his mind.
LET us remove Buchy," said Aig-
nan, land then we can invent a story
about his having gone to visit his uncle
at Prueiily"
Mad Louard yielded to his sugges-
ton, but when noon next day arrived
she determined to see whether her hus-
band was in his workshop On going
thhher she found the door locked, and
her repeated applications for admis-
sion We're UNDECIDED. Greatly alarmed,
she tried to break open the door, but
was unable to do so. Afghan, who had
gone. with Buehy to Poitiers, had not
returned, and she, therefore, sent
Maria to the village of Lesay for the
blacksmith. He came with his tools
and.soon broke open the door. Louard
lay back in an old-fashioned easv-char
On the floor, at his right hand side, lay
q sboemaker's knife, which he had
used for the cutting of leather washers
for screws. The blood was over the