The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-04-01

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move his arm; he wished to repulse her,
and said: s :. =
z@Areyou a fool' VIII you unhand
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As he turned his head, I Jaw his light
eyes, fierce and eager, seeking means of
escape.
miserable villian!n cried Catisson,
forcing him into chair. 1t was you
who dealt the blow. It was you!"
And she held that giant, stunned by
the suddenness of the affair: but lie
quickly recovered himself; he disen-
gagged his hand from Catisson, and saw
it, frightful, with the even fingers; he
struck her, then turn like q wild animal
to the place of egress.
Everybody sought to escape; the crowd
were afraid. The man leaped, pushing
the people before him, when I planted
myself in front of him. He had an ugly
look, seeing my kept and white breeches.
He perceived in them the evidence of my
position. He had his face toward me. I
raised my arm and seized him by the
blouse.
@In the name Of the law, I arrest
you"
The villains only reply was blow,
which would, I believe, have sent me
ten feet, if had not had the presence Of
Catisson to increase my strength. I rid
iculed the blow. I held the man; I
dragged him; I would not let him go.
They would have had to break my wrist
In order to make me. And he gave me
blows on the head, trying to stun me, or
break my skull. Suddenly q still hold
the scaf he attempted to plunge a
knife into my neck, in the same way he
had struck Father Coussao-a habit Of
his, I believe. He counted upon killing
me; but the collar Of my uniform turned
aside the blade of the knife-a Noutron
knife, with yellow handle It cut
through the collar and gave me only
scratch. Then my hand seized the wrist
which held the weapon, which, if it de-
scended second time, would do its
work. saw the knife raised like the
sword of Damocles, and grasping its
handle were those gross, even fingers by
which Catisson had recognized the assas-
sin Of her father. How long it might
have lasted-that battle in which my
blood flowed, though I had wounded him
can not say; but felt that I was losing
strength, that I should release the hand
which held the knife. Suddenly he ut
tered cry, a savage one, like that of an
animal being killed. He jumped, but I
held him still; then he turned SO rapidly
that he fell, dragging me after him, he
underneath and I above. We fell to
the ground. Then something moved
him, or, rather, clung to him. It was
Mother ,Coussac, who gnawed and
pecked ct his limbs to make him release
his hold. And we rolled on the ground
like worms, but this time it was not for
long. Catisson recovered and aided me
to retain the armed arm, or, rather, she
took the knife away from him while I
held the man by the throat with my right
hand, and would have stiaed him. Then
people came at the noise, and the pay
master, Bugead, arrived with comrade.
They assisted me to bind the criminal,
raised him up, put on the handouts and
led him through the crowd, who, seeing
him taken, wished to prevent his escape.
That brave crowd who short time be-
fore was afraid. 1t was well they came.
I could not hold out longer. was 60
ing, going. 1t was foolish for a gen.
darme. tainted from loss of blood.
But had the sensation Of white arms
sustaining me, and, instead Of the Nou-
tron blade near my head, perceived, as
in dream, the large, beautiful eyes OF
Catisson, who smiled upon me.
He was a mixer Of plaster, named
Massalorrx, Of Souterraine in La Creuse
so deputy Of La Grouse told us-and
who, presenting himself to NJ. Gabourdy
for work, had overheard him speak of
the money confded to Leonard Coussac
/ by his patron. Then he exclaimed,
arhere is o chance" and he took it
alone, with no accomplice, an idler, but
energetic. After the murder he reached
Paris, then returned to Queret, then to
Limoges, the money gone, seeking work.
When, before the Court d. Assizes, he
scarcely defended himself, as though
saying: "You have takon me, 90 much
tho worse for me-" They condemned
him to death. The famous hand ID pre-
served In alcohol at the Ecole dc Mede-
cine. -; -
t It is not for me to boast that the presi-
dent commended me, but I did not need
congratulations. I no longer needed
Eanything. ! had Catisson. On my we'd
ding day, however, ] received the briga'
dier ornaments and II you Wiah TO SEQ g
happy man look at me.-Chioago Jour.
nails Translation from the French OF
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