The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1894-07-19

could d. 10 more. - PhIl.Pp~> wcat
INTO the market succeeded ~ getting
uprher cab ~ paying = hj- price
slept at Cassidy waited all the morn
~ abou, i-asceIles' pla.e. ana suaily.
having - return To the northeast -
nee. ne took the evening train on The
jackson road and never heard II the
murder 4uti! zen days after He was
amazed - aI- arrest
Ana then raInr before his examiners
a mere physical wreck the shadow 81
al~ former self caught a, the hlgh
Tile Of career Of crime and de
uaucLrry . much less bulky party
than the truculcnt Jcnu OF Nine Las
c,..e~ CAB. vet no less important
witness Than the same driver He was
accompanied by a priest He nao been
brought hithcT IN all ambulance from
the Hotel Uicu where ne had oecn
traced several days before and found
almost al death door His confession
was most important Of all He had
struck Lieut. Wariug a. that officer
turned away from La~cclies gate. IN
tending only 10 down and then kick
and hammer him. but he had struck
with a Iead-Ioadcd rubber club. and he
I was horriticd TO see him drop like one
/ dead Then he lost his nerve and drove
. turiously back for Bridget. Together
/ they returned ami found Waring lying
/ there as he had left him on the drip
/ ping banquc,tc you've killed him,
. Nike There's only one thing To do.
she said. take his watch and every
thing valuahic he has. and We Il
throw him over on the icvec.
She herself took the knife from
his overcoat pocket. lest he should
recover suddenly. and then. said The
/ driver even as we were bending over
him there came q sudden Cash of light
ming. and there was LaScelles bending
over US, demanding 10 know what il
meant. Then like another flash he
seemed to realize what was up, Sprang
back and drew pistol He had caught
us in the act. There was nothing else
TO do; we both sprang upon him lie
fired and hit me, but only in the arm.
and before he could pull trigger again
we both grappled him | seized his
| gun Bridget his throat, but he
screamed and fought like a 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 slie 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 levee, put War
ing in Anatole's boat, SOULS and all,
and showed him off III muzzle jim,
she said III make him believe that
twas he that dii it when he was
drunk She too !, most of the money
and the watch al.l ring. She said she
could hide them until they'd be needed.
Then ! drove Philippes up to town
until began to get SO sick and faint
could do no more. / turned the cab
loose and got away to house where
knew they'd take care of me, and from
there, when my money was gone, they
TO hn ita1 | {
dying | swear to God never meant
to more than get square with the lieu
tenant | never struck LascellcS al
all; twas she who drove the knife into
| his heart"
Then, exhausted, he was led into ar
adjoining room, and Mrs. Doyle was
marched in, the picture of injured Irish
innocence For ten minutes, with won
derful etfrontery and nerve, she de
MED all personal participation in the
crime and faced her inquisitOrs with
brazen calm Then the chief quietly
TUNED and signaled. An officer led for
ward from one side the wreck of ca b
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 anC
size of long, ght-bladed, two
edged knife 1t was the apron thai
Bridget Doyle had worn that fata
night One quick furtive look at that
one glance at her trembling. shaking
covering kinsman. and, with an Irish
howl of despair, a load wall of Mike
Mike. you've sworn your sisters life
away" she threw herself upon the
floor. tearing madly at her hair Anc
SO ended the mystery of Beau Rivage
There was silence moment il
Grams pretty parlor when the captain
had finished his story Warning was the
first to speak:
There is one point ! wish they'c
clear up"
"What's that?" said Cram
"Who's got Mertons watch?"
"Oh, by Jove! | quite forgot. It's
all right, Waring Anatole's place
was pulled last night, and he had he1
vauables all done up in box. 'Tc
pay for his boat he said"
quarter of a century has passed
away since the scarlet plumes of Light
Battery 'A' were last seen dancing
along the levee below New Orleans
Beau Rivage, old and noss-grown q;
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 fol
years never found tenant Far and
near the negroes spoke of the home
stead as haunted, and none OF then
race could be induced to set foot with
III its gates One night the sentry al
the guardhOuse saw sudden light Oh
the westward sky, and then column
of flame. Again the fire alarm re,
sounded among the echOing walls OF
the barracks; but when the soldiers
reached the scene. seething ruin was
all that was left of the old southern
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