Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-08-28
Yes M. lie Uhei, Frederick Bou,

Il
as IL thinking aloud. so it was you
then, who was imprisoned two year.
ago, and condemned for contumac,
and the theft Of 1000 florins?"
A sudden flush enpurpled thI couD
tenance OF the visitor.
NO. monsieur" he responded will
IN effort, in dull voice; mo Il wa
not lit waS-my sOn" !"
IAN employe OF the Credit Agricole,
was he not? And-you are Ignorant
If what has become Of him?"
absolutely. 1t is fifteen months
that his mother and l have been
without news of him. That child,
NJ. lie Chef, that child has been oul
sorrow and our shame. lie ha.
broken our hearts, dishOnored Oul
| name
His voice was choked. He wa
silent. unable, evidently, to 60 on.
pardon me, monsieur" said the
| Chef de Snrete. II have re-openeds 8
painful wound; but listen to you
you were SAYING"
The man passed his hand across hi
brow and eyes to clear his vision
| then resumed:
II was saying, NJ le Chef, that in
the case which occupies us now the
reproduction Of the assassin's portrait
should be entirely possible. The vic
tim was struck in the face, the direc
ton of the blow and form of thu
wound indicate it plainly. Nor,
than this, it must have been light
enough to see the murderer, and with
'uffic :ent clearness to have stamped hii
likeness upon the retinal screen, fol
the papers assert that even in death
her eyes were liked in a wide and
frightened stare. Thus, monsieur,
we find ourselves in the presence Of
half-certainty; it is probable, IL not
sure, that the eye Of the corpse now
lying upon the slab of the morgue
contains the exact reproduction OF
the likeness you seek. With youI
permission l will draw it from
hem"
"Draw it: but how?"
"By photography-it is my bust
cess, NJ. lie Chef. And this matter
his subject l speak OF I have studied
1t long, and almost with passion, fol
| hold il to be, in case of success, one
# the most useful and beautiful ap
plications of modern science know
{ can be done. l have myself ey,
perimerted, and in one instance havd
-eproiuced the lineaments Of thd
physician who had leaned above the
led Of the dying"
The man spoke with animation
md while speaking his voice vibrated,
ais eyes burned, his whole counte
nance was illuminated, irradiated
With the light of a legitimate pride.
u. Theodore regarded him, vlsibly
moved himself by this ardent convic
ion.
And YOU conclude" he ques
.ionei, after moments thought
Il conclude-but authorize me T.
,ttempt the experiment on the
| woman assassnated yesterday, and ]
will tell you what l conclude. If ]
succeed it will be for us-mv wife and
me-a little glory, and also little
rnoncy-a ray Of hope in our misery;
# l fail-well, no matter-we are
Ised to misfortune. A failure more
II les, need not be counted. In any
went, NJ. lie Chef, you lose nothing
the experiment, but have the
:lfance OF an unhoped-fOr success.
Then so be ii, monsieur" agreed
he chef de surete. Take your in
,trumentS to the mOrgue tomorrow
It 10 O'Clock l will see that the
clerk is instructed. Later on shall
myself be there. 1 have the honor
monsieur, to wish you good -morD
ng"
In the obscure nook at the morgue
where he had inclOsed himself in ac-
'Oiiance with the arrangement made
1t the otficc OF the surete, Frederick
iouscal, his body bent, his face
irawn, watched anXiously the result
# his last washing. The plate was
| here before him in its tath ofguick.
| liver, into winch he had dropped il
| | while ago with such fear and iuiiD
| te pre- auti n.
Scnsiti. ed? Nitalized? At leasi
should be. and if the conditions OF
| he crime were such as he supposed
| them, and the victim. before dying,
| lad really seen her muIderer's face,
| the portrait of the assassin would bf
there under that he'd Of gelatine Ell
traine to melt away.
His throat closed as by grip o.
iron, the operator held himself i'm.
movable, hearing only, with painful
IdistinCtness, the gurgle Of the water
IS it dripped uron the faces Of the
| lead in the adjoining chamber; tho
plunge Of his blooI as it thrObbed anC
| ainiIe. ed through the arteries OF hi
| cart.
And at last the moment came-tht
| moment that was to reveal to him
III or nothing. He rose-that poor,
trembling photographer rose, say,
took it carefully by its dripping
| .dges, that plate upon which his fate
vas hanging, half closed his eyes,
leld it to the single ray of light that
Uttered through the yellowed pane,
20 stagger hack with a grOan Of an.
u sh. to let 1t crash into thousand
pieces. His son! Good heavens! The
face OF the murderer. the face Of thu
son!
Five minutes later, when Frederick
| Bouscal. the photographer, came fIom
mis- nook. and the chef de sureue,
iwaiting him with impatience, hur-
ried to meet him, he saw Immediately
by the paIlor of his face, by his som.
bre eyes, that he had nothing good
| to announce to him.
"Weil," said he, "nothing?"
NO" responded BOuscal, 'noth
.ng."
''Allons. no matter; try it a second
lime; do it again"
"ImpOssible. the transparency OF
The cOrnea is desr' 7yed. l wished to
wash it, and l burned it through
mistake in the vii.s 1 salute you,
NJ. lie Chef" And Frederick Bousca'
turned away.
The next morning the commissaire
, Il the quarter of Ternes, forwarding
| To Ln so.i b raI,,lar