lilt II jyi 'IU iwii rlW xxircrl' AN INDEPENDENT FAMILY NEWSPAPER. r' Vol. ,yi. Now Bloomflcld, Pa., Tuesday, May 21, 1873. IVo. 21. jpt bomfitlb imrs. IS FUBMSHID IVRHT TUESDAY MORNING, BT FHANK MORTIMER & CO., At, New Bloomfleld, Terry Co., Pa. BoinK provided with Rtesin Power, and lartfo . Cylinder and Job-Presses, we are prepared to do all kinds of Job l'rlntliiB In . good style and at i-ow l'riees. ADVERTISING It ATKS 1 TratuUnt 8 Cents per line for one Insertion. 13 " two Insertion IS " " "three Insertions. Business Notices in Local Column 10 Cents per line. Notices of Marriages or Deaths inserted free. Tributes of Respect, fcc, Ten cents per line. YEARLY ADVERTISEMENTS. Ten Lines Nonpareil one year 1 10,1X1 1 18.00 1 wemy line. K.ip loiiimr vpurlv mlv't term will be Kiveu poii application. A Night Adventure. The Detective's Story. ABOUT half-past seven in the evening, toward the full of the year 1844, two men were seated at table Balzac, the host, Vidocq, the guest. Said the latter: "M. do Balzac, why do you tax your imagination for fiction when you can get reality, before your eyes, close to your ears, under your hand ?" " You believe in reality ? I'm delighted. I did not imagine you so innocent. 'Tia only we novelists who create reality and make it visible. Whenever any one comes to me with M. de Balzao, I've got a splen did subject for you,' I know before hearing it that it's worthless. If the subject is good there are no details; if the details aro excellent there Is no subject. No reality only half a fnct." " But I can give you one." "Complete?" " Complete." Ah 1' ' And Vidocq commenced: "On the 14th of December, 1834 or '35, a fearfully cold night, I was on duty at the prefecture do Police. The room in which my colleagues and myself were stationed opened on to the staircase leading to the offices of Monsieur le Prefet. The glass in the upper part of the door was rendered almost opaque by the condensed moisture which had settled on it; but about 1 o'clock I noticed two shadows Hit past, and opening the door I saw two women, a lady and her servant, the former dressed in full evening costume. This puz zled me. What could a lady want, one hour after midnight, with the Prefect of Police? Strangely dressed, too; the flowers in hei hair put in at haphazard; her hair hardly even looked as if it had been comb ed, and beneath her rouge, (for she had used some, although she was very young and marvelously beautiful, ) her face was ghastly palo. But what struck me as being the most extraordinary in this strange toil et was, that while on the one foot she wore a black boot, the other was protected by it white sutiu slipjssr. On my asking what brought her thero, the lady, without even stopping or looking round, answered curtly that she wanted) to speak to Monsieur le Prefet, and before I was able to reply that he could not be seen ut such an hour of the night, the door of the magistrate's apartment was opened and the lady entered; it was closed again imme diately, and the servant, thus left alone on the stair-case accepted my invitation to come into the room I had just left. Al though her dress was not as strange as that of her mistress, she was equally excited, and in the few words she spoke in answer to me I noticed a nervous trembling which was not caused by eold alone. But let us see what was taking place meantime hi the PrefeVs apartments. Af ter au exceptionubly heavy and fatigueing day's work, he had gone to bed at midnight, giving strict; orders that he was not to be ' awakened till 8 o'clock on any pretext whatever; and uch orders were never known to bo disobeyed. The buzzier, as tonished that both the sentinel and the porter had allowed these two women to en ter, desired to know the object of the lady's visit. " To see Monsieur le Prefet." "Impossible." The lady stormed, entreated, threatened but all iu vain, till at last tearing off her peail necklace and diamond beelets, he thrust them excitedly Into Pere Caron's Land, crying: "Ten thousand francs twenty thousand I don't know, more or less. But now, go!" ' Ho went; how could ho resist ? Timor ously he set about his task and at last suc ceeded; while the Magistrate irritated and savago at being thus disturbed, sprang up in bed with a sudden bound. "Scamp! scoundrel!" he stormed. " What were your orders ?" "A-a-alady, sir," stammered the unfor tunate huissicr. "Wcll,evon then ?" "Most urgent and important reasons, sir." "A lady at this hour and in such weather ! Let her go to the devil!" "The lady knows Monsieur le Prefet?" "Of course who doesn't? But sufficient; I want to sleep; and the next time you dis obey my orders you march. Now go." The huissicr retired crestfallen; but the lady was not to bo discouraged. "No must not 1h) allowed to fall asleep again," she urged. " Run back at onco " 'No, Madame," interrupted Pere Caron. " I should lose my place, and I have a wifo and children to support." " Is that all ?" cried the lady. " If you lose your post through me I promise on my honor that you shall have au annuity of two, three, four thousand francs settled on you and your family. Take these, as earn est;" and handing him two thousand francs in notes, she continued: " Tell Monsieur le Prefet that to-morrow, at the Tuilories, Louis Philippe, King of France, will thank him for what he does for me to night." The words, "King," "Tuilcrics," "four thousaud francs annuity," whirled through Caron's head as he again confronted his master, whose rage this timo was almost uncontrolable. " What is the woman's name?" "She has not told me, Monsieur." " Fool that you are ! go and ask at ouco; and if this business be not finished in three minutes, you past the rest of the night in the cells." The Uuly, however, would not disclose her name, and the huissicr gave himself up for lost; but the Prefet, struck by this strange persistence of a nameless lady, who dared to promise the King's gratitudo, felt that the case must be an extraordinary one, aud at last decided to give way. " If tlio lady won't give her name, ask her then to seud it under seal," was the re sult of his deliberation. With a deep-drawn sigh of relief, the strange visitor acceded to this request, and inclosed her card in a scaled envelope. The PreTet started up In astonishment when he saw the name, and after a second glance to assure himself that he had read aright he turned to Caron: " Show the lady Into my private office quick ! and with the greatest dofcrencc." It was the Countess Holone do B , ono of the most remarkable women of Louis Philippe's reign, distinguished by her beauty and elevation of mind; ono of those women who rightly or wrongly, were con sidered to carry iu the folds of their dresses tho fate of Ministries nny, even war or peace. Tho Prefet, on joining tho Countess, at tempted to excuse himself but tho lady gave him no timo for explanations, for her caso was too pressing to allow of formali ties. Her voice broken and quivering, she thus addressed him: " Sir, I have como to you because he cause a dreadful misfortune has happened to me, such as no other women has ever known so dreadful, you can form no idea. Monsieur, save me ! You can you must," she gasped with a despairing cry. " You know that my husband left for Bordeaux a week ago." "The magistrate inclined his head, and the lady, after making a great effort to subdue tlio involuntary tremor in her voice, continued her story: "During his absence she had been visited by a person, a young man, whom she became acquainted with ut the Austrian Embassy. Iler husband, whose passions would sometimes border on a delirious frenzy, had noted the attentions of this Hungarian officer, who, although she did not encourage him, would continue his visits during her husband's ubseuoe, sometimes even late, very late, in the even ing. That very evening M. do Kails (such was the officer's name) would insist on see ing her homo, much against her will, for her husband a return was to be expected every hour; and then occurred that fatal event." This word let loose the flood of sorrow so long pent up, and the Countess, loosing all control over her feelings, buried her face iu her hands aud sobbed forth pas sionately. " He was uiy lover, my love; This confession placed the Magistrate more ut his caso. Ho knew now what was wanted saw exactly what had happened at least ho thought so; unexpected arri val of the husband, surprise of the lovers, duel already fought or to bo fought, aud the lady flying to him for his assistance in order to thwart her husband's revengo or at least to prevent tho scandal from becom ing known, but he was wrong. Iler hus band had not even come back, asserted tho Countess. - " Then what is that dreadful misfortune?" asked the Prefet ironically. "No one wounded no one killed?" " Neither killed nor wounded, do you say, Monsieur le Prefet ? Wounded there is none as yet; but dead there aro two first, myself, (for I shall never survive this,) and then ho who is now iu my carriage?" " lu your carriage?" " Yes, M. de Kails; ho died two hours ago in my house, and bis corpse is now bo low in my carriage." At your house ? assassinated ? a corpse . No, no; not murdered, tliauk Uod ! He died from a sudden rush of blood to tho head while he was with me with mo ! Oh ! it is horrible, terrible, that I should have to think of my reputation, my honor, my worldly name, of that world that will soon know all, of my huriband's honor, when I would be alone with my soriow, my tears, and the dear one who is dead ! But no, that cannot be; and to you I have como for help. You can you must asssist me." 'How, Madame, how? My resources are not inflnito. A case so unparalleled what can I do?" You must !" cried tho Countess, rising and speaking with tho authority partly of a powerful and influential woman, partly of one who implores, " till you have devised somo means I do not leave this place. Sure ly you of tho secret police " " It is impossible, Madame, impossible !" In threo hours my husband will be hero." Tlio Prufet rose and rang tho bell. " Thero is but ono man in Paris, nay, I might say, in tho world, who can snvo you, and I have called him. Will you confide in him tell him all ?" " You answer for his secrecy ?" "Yes." "Then let him como." As soon as I entered the room tho Prefet nddresscd me brusquely: " Vidocq, a groat personage, died suddenly, a few hours ago, at Mndamo's house." " Very good, M. le Prefet; wo will say he died n sudden death." "Madanie's husband is away, but re turns to-night." "At what hour?" "Any moment." " Then wo may as well say he ha re turned." ".lust as well. The body of the young man is below in Madame's carriage," con tinued tho Prefet. , . , , I wailed, listening. ".You must get rid of this mau for us." " Which one ? Husband or lover ?" "The dead man," said the Prefet, curtly. I understood well enough, but the joke was too much for mo. Then," I said, "that will be a more difficult affair. It's easy enough to get rid of a living man; but a dead one ah !" but let me see; you wish me to spirit away, before daylight, tho corpse in Mine, la Comtesse do B.'s car riage ?" The huly started. " You know me ?" " I havo that honor, Madame. Now, there is one way of getting rid of this corpse." "And that is?" " What do you say, Madame, to the body being found in the streets this morning, about three or four o'clock, pierced with several dagger wounds ?" " Assassinated ?" " Yes, Madame. Three stubs iu the stomach and one iu tho heart; It shall be well done. The body is found; nothing on it, not even watch or rings murdered by thieves. Great excitement for twenty-four hours; Inquest, which will end in nothing, and in a week the whole affair forgotten." "Murdered!" , . . " But since he is dead, Madame, where is the crime or wrong to stub him ?" "Enough?" cried the Countess, hor face buried in her hands; "enough, Monsieur, enough. Horrible, horrible it can never be; never !"- v I could not understand her; but some people are delicate, you see. What ran oue do ? , " Then what do you say, Madame, to the body disappearing suddenly from the face of the eartli, to that even the most rigorous search should fail to recover it ? It should never be found." " Then thero should be no bnrial?" " Burial, Mudamo burial ? Ah 1 if Mad ame desires tho luxury of a burial, my plan is useless." " But how would you hide it?" "That is my business." " Oh ! no I must know." " Believe mo, Madame; you had better not. Docs the surgeon show his saw to the patient whose limbs he is going to ampu tate? Nay, Madame, do not seek to control my actions, let me choose my own expedi ents ; what can it matter so long as yon are set free? and therefore, Madame, tell mo if my second offer Is accepted." "No." On receiving this sharp and docided an swer I took my hat and moved toward tho door, but, on seeing this, tho Countess gave a quick, sudden cry of pain, that mado me turn round involuntarily, and in doing so I caught tho Prefet's eye. He signed to me to remain. "Oh ! Monsieur," exclaimed the Countess, "imagine somo other means, I conjure you. My life and my honor are in your hands." Had it not been out of respect for my chief, I should have disregarded the lady's scruples altogether, and have caused the body to be thrown into the Seine, with a hundred weight of stones fastened to it. As it was, 1 saw that I was master of tho position, and thus addressed tho Countess: " Plcaso give mo M. Karl's address." " What, is that necessary?" "Indispensable." "She gave it to mo. " Now, Madame, In a few minutes 1 hope to have finished my task successfully." "And how? No stabbing, no dreadful disappearance." " None whatever, since you wish it so. Everything will be done in the most siraplo manner, your reputation uucompromised, and M. Kai ls' body treated with as groat respect as though it was under his father's roof. In a quarter of an hour the corpse will be in M. Kails' own room, and you Madame, will in live minutes, bo in your own carriage, frco from the dreadful burden it now contains." "Ah, Monsieur ! how can I thank you? How can my gratitude equal tho service you do mo ?" She took me by tho hand as though sho would crush it to pieces it was oue of tho finest moments of my life." Although I spoke with such assurance to tlio l on n toss, i will not ueny that 1 was not without uneasiness, and intimated to the huly that we had done with the Piefet's private office, and that our next scene of uction would be the street. Before leaving the room she turned around to the Magistrate, and, pressing her hand closely to liar heart, she bade him trust iu her us he would in God. The Pere Caron, who was waiting with lights in tho ante-chamber, she spoke iu passing: - " You shull not bo forgotten, Monsieur, all that I have promised shall be done.' Descending the grand stuircaso, I stopped at the door of the room whero I had left the servant, who now joined us with the de light of a prisonsr sot free. . "Honorine," said the Countess, "all goes well, but we have to finish." "Ah! yes to finish." While the two went on a little in advance, I called out one of tho most intelligent iu. spectors, and told him, as concisely as I could, what had to be done. The coachman was asleep, and the prill cipal object in view was to get the dead body out of the carriage without his know ing what had taken place. But how to do so if he should, be awake ? " We shall see," said tho officer; " we shall soon see." "If he does not sleep," 1 answered, "he must sleep." " Of course he must one way or another." "The devil!" I cried; "not the other way; no, not." Following the two women, we crept along In the shadow of the houses. Tho driver was fust asleep. While the officer run buck to tell the la dies thoy might advance, I opened the car riage door, got out the dead body, and placed him at full length in the shadow of the parapet which runs along tho Qua! dee Orfevres, wedging hira firmly with a couple of stones, for the pavement was sloping. He was a magnificent man, six feet or six feet one, at least; fair, elegant, and such clothes, such linen ! All this was done in the tw inkling of an eye. The two ludlos had now arrived, but they could hardly crawl along; they were worn out, and more like shadows than human beings, and could not even get into the carriage without as sistance. Such fright, such terror in their downward looks, as they took their places without uttering a sound ! " Monsieur,4' said the countess to me, seizing my arm with a force that left the imprints of her nails ; you promise me that tho body shall not bo outraged ?" " I swore, Madame, that In a quarter of an hour M. de Kails should be in his own bed; he will be there." And, bowing to the ladies, I closed the door with a "terrific bung, and then jumping upon the wheel, I woke the coachman. " You sleepy scoundrel," I cried " can't you hear the ladies? They've been calling out to you to start for more than a quarter of an hour." " All right, all i ight," he muttered, gath ering up the reins. " Whereto? whero to ?" " Home, of course, you idiot Hue Belle- chasse." The carriago dashed olf at full speed, the horses feet striking nre from the stones in their mad gallop; a few minutes later and all was quiet. Without loss of time, I led the inspector to the place where I had put the (lead man, and, raising him up, we placed his arms within our own, and carried him away as though he was dead drunk; but, although we were both strong men, it was with the greatest difficulty that we could keep from slipping as we mado our way to tho Pont Neuf. My idea was this: Pout Nouf is a vast thoroughfare, into which all the prin cipal streets empty thomselves, aud where it is impossible for any ono to say with certainty from which part of Paris the way farer may have come. From the city, from the Faubourg St. German, from tho Greve or from the Faubourg St. Jaques, he can not say. I further iutonded to throw off the scent any ulterior search as to whero M. do Karls hud passed the night; hence my choice of the Pont Nouf. As soon as wo arrived opposite tlio Placo Dauphiue, I decided to stop and wait for tho first pass ing cub; and any ono who knows Paris can easily imagino that wo had not to wait long. As soon as wo heard the sound of wheels, I told tho Inspector to imitate tho singing of a drunken man, and to do so us well as be could in a German jargon. I had hardly given tho order, when he burst forth in splendid stylo with an Alsi-tian drinking song, in which I joined us heartily as one could wish, and in such a manner that tho approaching cabman could not fall to think us both intoxicated. As soon as the cab camo within a fow yards of us I cried out, " Hero, my man, can you take this gentle man home; wo've neither timo, nor aro we sober enough to do it oursclvos ?" Without waiting for an answer, I opened the door and thrust in the dead body, not being very particular, you may imagine, whether ho was seated comfortably or not, and bunging the door to, gave the driver five francs for his journey, and told him the address: " Hue St. Florentine, first largo house on the right, and look alivo." And he did, while we struck up our song again, as two drunken men will when they part from a companion. The trick was done. When tho cabman got to his journey's end ho was not at all astonished to find his fare fast asleep; but, experiencing very great difficulty iu awakening him, he began to think something must be wrong, and rang tho bell fierce ly. The door was open ed; the potter and his wife came out, recog nized M. de Karls at once, although his face was still more drawn and disfigured, aud iu a few moments the whole household was up, in a dreadful state of dismay and con sternation. The drivor examined by M. de Karls valet, told all he knew; the gentleman was completely drunk when he was put In to the cab off Pont Nouf by two other gen tlemen hardly less intoxicated, who wont off singing as soon as they had put him in; that was all; everything. The dead man was carried upstairs to his room and laid on his bed so that I had kept my word to the Countess ; whilo next day the papers mentioned the unfortunate death of M. de, Karls, a young man of uoble fumily, who wus seized with apoplexy while going homo iu a cab. What took place on the Countess' return home I can not tell you, for I never beard ; but a few days after, she was obliged to attend the funeral service in the Madeleine, owing to the Count's official relation with the Aus trian Embassy.' What a torture it must rave boen to her? Obliged to appear calm and indifferent , not during to weep or to pray, while her whole soul went out in sorrow to the beloved dead. CONCLUDED OX BttCOND PAOB.
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