Mohave County miner., 1889-08-17

would be thrown upon the retina Of
the eye where-an this IL what
came To say--it is not only possible TO
retind IL, but also possible To- repro"
duce it. All. well. monsieur. Ia ths
case which occupies US" =.
The door vi the cabinet opened
anew. and the secretary OF NJ. Theo-
dore re-eDtered. holding In his hand q
roll of papers that he laid before the
chief. then turned and was gone again
as quietly as he had come. NJ. TheO-
dore lifted il ami ran his eyes over tbs
contents. Eff ,.r
You are named Frederick Bouscai.
are YOU not, monsieurPn he demanded
presently. addressing his visitor.
"Yes, NJ. 10 Chef. Frederick E0us-
cal
your agee" ..
'.Fifty-eight years. Nj. to Chef"
Hum nm" Nj. Theodore rapidly
twirIed the sheets beside him. "a
years!" he murmured. as II thinking
aloud. so i. was not you then, who
was imprisoned two years ago. and
condemned for contumacy and the theft
OF a thousand fiorins9'
A sudden flush empurpled the coun-
tenance OF the visitor.
mo; monsieur" he responded with
effort. in dull voice; mo. it WAS not
lit was-my son..
IAN employe Of the Credit Agricole.
was he not? Aud-y"u are ignorant
OF what has become Of hime'
Absolutely. 1t is fifteen months
that his mother and | have been with
p out news of him. That child. NJ. le
Chef. that child has been our sorrow
and our shame. He has broken Our
hearts, dishOn0red our name----'
His voice was ch0ked. he was silent,
unable, evidently, TO 60 on.
pardon me, monsieur" said the
chef de surete. III have reopened q
painful wound. butt listen to YOU
you were saying3'
The man passed his hand across bis
brow and eyes to clear his vision, then
resumed:
Il WAS saying. NJ. le Chef, that In
the case which occupies as now the
reconstruction Of the assassin's por-
trait should be entirely possible. The
victim vas struck in the face, the di-
rection OF the blow and the form Of
the wound indicates it plainly. More
than this, it must have been light
enough to see the murderer. and with
sufficient clearness TO have stamped
his likeness upon the retinal screen.
for the papers assert that even in
death her eyes were fixed in wide
and frightened stare Thus. monsieur.
we find ourselves in the presence Of a
half-certainty; it is probable, IL not
sure. that the eye Of the corpse lying
now upon the slab at the morgue COM
tains the exact production Of the fea-
lures OF the one you seek. With your
permission ! will draw IL .rom them"
draw it; but howf''
''By Photographic is my business.
NJ. lie Chef And this matter. this
subject / speak Of. ! have studied it
long and almost with passion. for |
hold it to be. in case of success, one OF
the most useful and beautiful appIica-
tiOns Of modern science. ! know IL
can be done. / have myself expert
mented, and in one instance have re-
produced The linesments Of the physi-
clan who had leaned above the bed Of
the dying"
The man spoke with animation and
while speaking his voice yibrsted. bis
eyes burned. bis whole countenance
was ilumined, irradiated with the
light Of legitimate Iride. NJ. Theo-
dore regarded him, visibly moved him
self by this ardent conviction.
'.And you conclude'" he questioned,
after moments thought.
81 conclude-but authorize me 10
attempt the experiment, on the woman
assassinated yesterday aud will tell
you what conclude. If succeed IL
will be for us-my wife and me--a lit
tie glory, and also a little money-a
ray Of hope in our misery; il fall
we'll, no matter--we are used to mis-
fortune. A deception. more or less.
need not be counted. In any event,
H. ie Chef. you lose nothing in the ad-
venture but the chance Of aa unhoped
for success" #A
"rhen, 50 be IL, monsieur" agreed
the chef de surete. "Take your in
strument 20 the morgue Tomorrow
morning al 10 O'Clock. will see that
the clerk is instructed. Later on |
shall myself be there. have the
honor, monsieur. TO wish yOs good
morning
In the obscure nook mt the mOrgue
where he had inclosed himself in ac-
cordance with the arrangement made
at the Office Of the surete Frederick
Bouscal. bis body bent, his face drawn,
watched anxious!y the result Of his
last washing. The plate was there be-
fore him in its bath Of quicksilver, into
which, ne had dropped IL awhile ago
with SUCH fear aud infinite prccau-
tiOns.
Sensisiyizcds yitaiized? AZ least
il should be, and il the conditions of
the crime were such as he supposed
them. and the victim before dying had
really seen her murderer's face, the
portrait Of the assassin would be there
under the bed Ut geIatine en- trniBe
to melt away.
His throat closed az bv q grip Of
iron. the operator held himself i'm
movable. hearing only with painful
distinctness the gnrgle Of the water as
It dripped upon the faces of the dead
in the adjoining chamber: the plunge
of his blood as it thrnbbcd and ham.
nsred through t.s arteries Of his
heart.
And at last the moment came-the
moment that was % reveal 10 him all
or nothing. He rose, that poor, treni-
bling photographer. rose. | say, took
1t carefully by its dripping edges, that
niaie unnn M hinki his fuln waa hnnn.