Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-06-23


tide of career of crime and de-
bauchery, much. less bulky party
than the truculent Jehu of Nine. Las
celles' cab, ryet no, less important q
witness than the same driver. He was
accompanied by q priest He had been
brought hither in an ambulance from
| the Hotel Dieu, where he had been
traced several days before and found
almost at deaths door. His confession
was most important of all. He had
| struck Lieut.. Waring as that officer
turned away from Lascelles' gate, in
| tending only to down and then kick
and hammer him, but he had struck
with a lead-loaded rubber club, and he
was Mortified to see him drop like one
dead. Then he lost his nerve and drove
furiously back for Bridget. Together
/ they returned and found Warning lying
| there as he had left him on the drip
| ping banquette. you've killed him,
Mike. There's only one thing to do"
she said; "talxe his watch and every
thing valuable he has, and we'll
throw him over on the levee."
She herself took the knife from
his overcoat pocket, lest he should
recover suddenly, and then, said the
| driver, seven as we were bending over
him there came a sudden flash of light
ming, and there was Lascelles bending
| over us, demanding to know what it
meant. Then like another flash he
4 seemed to realize what was up, sprang
back and drew pistol He had caught
us in the act. There was nothing else
l to do; we both sprang upon him. He
fred and hit me, but only in the arm,
| and before he could pull trigger again
| we both grappled him. I seized his
| gun, Bridget his throat, but he
screamed and fought like tiger, then
| wilted all of sudden. was scared
and helpless, but she had her wits
about her and told me what to do.
The lieutenant began to gasp and re-
| vive just then, so she soaked the hand
kerchief in chloroform and placed it
over his mouth, and together we lifted
him into the cab. Then we raised
Lascelles and carried him in and laid
him on his sofa, for he had left the
door open and the lamps on the table.
Bridget had been there before and
knew all about the house. We set the
pistol back in his hand but couldn't
make the fingers grasp it. We ran
sacked the desk and got what money
there was, locked and bolted the doors
and climbed out of the side window,
under which she dropped the knife
among the bushes. They'll never sus-
pect us in the world, Mike she said.
It's the lieutenant's knife that did
it, and, as he was going to fight him
! anyhow, he'll get the credit of it ALL
Then we drove up the 1evee, put War
/ ing in Anatole's boat, SOULS and all,
and showed him off. I'll muzzle JIM
she said. I'll make him believe that
twas he that did it when he was
drunk She took most Of the money
and the watch and ring. She said she
could hide them until they'd be needed.
Then I drove Philippes up to town
until began to get so sick and faint
could do no more. I turned the cab
loose and got away to a house where /
knew they'd take care of me, and from
there, when my money was gone, they
sent me to the hospital, thinking was
dying. swear to God never meant
to more than get square with the lieu
tenant. never struck Lascelles at
all; twas she who drove the knife into
his heart"
Then, exhausted, he was led into an
adjoining room, and Mrs. Doyle was
marched in, the picture of injured Irish
L
derful effrontery and nerve, she de-
MED all personal participation In the
crime, and faced her inquisitors with
brazen calm. Then the chief quietly
turned and signaled. An officer led for
ward from one side the wreck of a cab
man, supported by the priest; door
opened on the other, and, escorted by
another policeman, Mrs. Dawson re-
entered, holding in her hands out
stretched a bingham apron on which
were two deep stains the shape and
size of a long, STRAIGHTFORWARD, two
edged knife. 1t was the apron that
Bridget Doyle had worn that fatal
night. One quick, furtive look at that,
one glance at her trembling. shaking.
covering kinsman, and, with an Irish
howl of despair, loud wall of mike,
Mike, you've sworn your sisters life
awayP' she threw herself upon the
floor, tearing madly at her hair. And
so ended the mystery of Beau Rivage.
There was silence a moment in
Grams pretty parlor when the captain
had finished his story, Warning was the
FIRST to speak:
"There is one point l wish they'd
clear up"
whats that2" said Cram.
who's got Merton's watch?"
"Oh, by Jovel | quite forgot. It's
all right, Warning. Anatole's place
was pulled last night, and he had her
valuables all done up in box. To
pay for his boat he said"
A quarter of a century has passed
away since the scarlet plumes of Light
Battery "X" were last seen dancing
along the levee below New Orleans.
Beau Rivage. Old and moss-grown al
the close of the war, fell into rapid de.
cline after the tragedy of that April
night. Heavily mortgaged, the prop
, erty passed into other hands, but fo1
years never found tenant Far and
near the negroes spoke of the home
stead as haunted, and none of thei1
! race could he indl1cad to set foot with.