The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1894-08-03

Then "A deathly silence ensued: they
were all dead. however bad shots they
might have been.
Though we We're making about fifty
miles an hour at the time | made
ready to get ont upon the step and find
out what was going on in our neigh
bors compartment As ! lowered the
window two arms seized me and voice
broken with anguish NJ but which
sounded very sweet. just the same
gaSpcd behind me:
Philip, II You love me, do not go.
They will Kill you
1t was precisely like the fourth act
Of ''Thc Iiuguenots," except that my
name j. not Raoul.
l saw the advantage of my situation.
and resolved To profit by it. | profited
by il 50 well that. after "A dialogue too
intimate 10 be repeated here. was in
position to sing had had voice,
which haven't: ''Thou-ou ha ast said
it,"
For She had said it. Poor Charles
was distanccd now. She had said the
sweet words: II love YOU.
a prey To emotions bordering on the
historical. Clarisse sobbcd and clung
10 me with all her strength, though
had not the faintest desire 10 intrude
on the massacre next door. They
could kill themselves at their ease.
Let every man tend to his own affairs
As for me, was very much occupied
just then.
That is why. early the next morning,
| hurried to my lawyer to speak to him
about the little hotel in the Avenue
Friedland. which was still for sale.
but. thank fortune. is now no longer
in the market Decorators and fur
nishers are at work in it. and when
January comes. you will see il occu-
pied by a certain young couple that
know of.
But let us not anticipate. When the
train pulled into the city. my compan-
ion and | had quite forgotten our
neighbo rs. or what was left of them:
but now the authorities must be in
formed and the bodies removed. had
jumped out. and was looking about for
a sergeant de rifle. when | beheld the
door of the famous compartment open
and the three hunters calmly descend
from il. carrying. rolled up in a rug.
an inert mass which looked as if it
might be the body Of young child.
Without an instants hesitation. i
seized one Of the assassins by the coll
lar.
.Scoundrel" | cried What have
yoa got in that rug?'
Don't make such a row, he replied,
cor we'll have a hundred people at our
backs. II is only my poor dog.
Dog repeated. indignant at the
mans cooiness Come. come. you
cannot deceive me. ! saw il ALL
Nv captive. whom | still held by the
collar. opened a corner of the rug and
showed me a settlers muzzlc, with
fiecks Of foam on it dappled with
blood. ! dropped my hold on the mans
collar in the greatest confusion.
Really. / scarcely know how Il
apologize" / said. 'But, frankly il is
not astonis hing that ! should have
been dece ived--three men crouchinl
on the seats of the carriage and shoot
ing
..Still. the explanation is very simple
: My dog was bitten three weeks ago
had the wound cauterized. and
thought the animal was saved. We
had been hunting all day near Creil
but. no sooner were we on the traiI
) than hydrophobia developed and th'
animal began to snap at us. To at
! tempt TO put the beast out was Il
tempt death. and there was nothing
for il but for us to climb up on tn
seats and shoot the dog. We were no
able to do so until after we left Chan
tilly. for the poor brute had takeI
{ refuge under the seat. Finally. b.
! calling IL. persuaded it to put It
he I'd out. and then we shot IL. tel
you. it's a trip shall not soon forget.
Nor shall l." replied. and ! re
{ Joined Clarisse. who was waiting TO
me at little distance and whose curl
. osity was vastly excited to see me thu
h politely take leave of the assassins.
i well. then" she said. making lii
e tie face when had told her the story
1 that doesn't count. take back wha
l said"
4 But at the same time she softl
squeezed my arm with her own. and
! saw in her eyes that that" di
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