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outta NUMBER 1546.-
From the Living Age.
_ The Little Old Man or the Bati-
g‘nolles.
A Cnarvrsn most A DETECTrva’s 11111101115,
‘ 1111.011 r1111 rnsscn or
111111.11 GABORIAN, AUTHOR or “ wrrmx AN 1x011
01‘ ms 1.1m,” ETC.
V J. D. CASIMIR GODHUIL.
Three or four months ago, a man about fif-
ty years of age, neatly dressed 1n black, en-
tered the office of the Pew Journal.
He brought a manuscript, written 1n ahand
that would have overjoyed the famous Brard,
the prince of caligraphists.
“ I’ll call again in a fortnight,” said he, “to
know what you think of my work.”
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The manuscript was carefully placed' 1n the
box of “works to be read, ” no One having had
curiosity enough to untie the string.
Time passed on'.
It ought to be added that a great many man-
usc1ipts are offered to the Pam Journal, and
the reade1’ 5 position is no sinccure.
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The gentleman, however, did not appear
again, and had been entirely forgotten, when
one morning the member of 0m staff who
examines the manuscripts entered the office
in high spirits.
“ Upon my word! ” he exclaimed as he
came in, “ I’ve just read something that is
really extraordinary.”
“ What? ” we asked.
“ The manuscript of that gentleman, you
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know, the one dressed entirely 1n black. Ahp
there’s no denying it, I’v ve been carried away ”
And as we laughed at the enthusiasm of a
man by no means disposed to rhapsodize, he
threw the manuscript on the table saying,—
“ Read it.”
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This was enough to puzzle us.
1k if it *
One took the manuscript, and at the end of I
the week it had gone the rounds of the whole
editorial staff. The unanimous opinion was,—
“ The Pctzt J0’tt7‘nal must certainly publish
that story.’
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But here an unforeseen difficulty presented
itself. The author’s name was not attached
to the manuscript, which merely contamcd a
visiting card on which was engraved, J..B.
Casimz'r Goriom'l.
There was no address, nothing.
What was to be done? Publish the story
without the author’s knowledge ? That was
dangerous. There must be some one to en-
dorse every printed line.
It was then agreed that search should be
made for this over- odcst author, and during
several days the edfirs of the Petit Journal
made inquiries in every quarter.
In vain. Nobody knew J. B.. Casimir Go-
deuil. ’
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Then in dis; air the enigmatical placards
were posted, 1.‘ hieh for a week so greatly puz-
zled all Paris —and some of the provinces.
“ Who is this J. B. Casimir Godeuil, who
I is advertised for in this way ?” people asked
each other. I
Some thought him a prodigal son who' had
left his father’s house, others a missing heir,
the larger number a runaway cashier.
But our object was gained.
The paste on} the placards was scarcely dry,
when Monsieur J. B. Casimir Godeuil appear-
ed, and the Petit Journal made arrangements
with him for the publication of the story en-
titled “ The Little Old Man of the Bati-
gnolles;” which commenced the series of his
recollections.*
Having said this we make way for J. B.
Cnsimir Godeuil. He had preceded his talc
by the shOrt preface whi‘cIi Wham“ thought
it a duty topublish, because it states what was
the praiscworthy object he had in writing his
recollections—EDITOR’S Nora.
1o
PREFACE.-
A prisoner had just been taken before the
examining magistrate, and, in Ispite of his
denials, tricks, and an alibi he pleaded, was
convicted of forgery and burglary.
Overwhelmcd by the evidence .I had col-
lected against him, he confessed his crime,
exclaiming,-—-- ‘
“ Oh, if I had known the power at the com-
mood of justice and the police, and how im-
possible it is to escape, I should have remain-
ed an honest man.”
This answer suggested to me the idea of
publishing my recollections. “ People ought
to know,” I said to myself.
And in publishing my memorauda now, I
have the hope, nay, the conviction, that I am
doing a moral work of great usefulness.
Is it not being useful to strip crime of its
gloomy romance and show it as it Vis—basc,
ignoble, abject, repulsive ?
Is it not being useful to prove that there
are no creatures in the world so wretched as'
the madmen who have declared war against
society? .
That is what I intend to do.
I will establish irrefutably, that we have
every interest, and I mean an immediate,posi-
tivc mathematical, even discountable interest
in being honest.
I will clearly demonstrate that with our so-
cial organization, thanks to railways and mi-
egraph lines, impunity is impossible.
Punishment may be delayed, but it will al
ways come. »
Then doubtless there will be some poor
creatures who will reflect before yielding to
temptation.
More than one, whom the‘feeble whisper of
conscience would not have restrained, will be
checked by the salutary voice of fear.
Neéd I' now explain what these notes are ?
I shall try to describe the struggles, suc-
cesses, and defeats of a handful of devoted
men, to whom the safety of Paris is entrusted.
How are they tothold in check all the crimi-
nals in a capital, which with its suburbs, num-
her more than three mum; of inhabitants?
There are two hundred of them.
To them I dedicate this book.
And having said this, I’ll begin,
T1111 LITTLE 01.11 MAN 01‘ run Barmxontes.
1.
When I was finishing my medical studies—
. it was high time, for I was twenty-three years
old—I lived in the- Rue Monsieur-laPrince,
almost at the corner of the Rue Racine.
There at thirty. francs. a month, attendance
included, I had furnished a room which would
now be~well worth 'a'hu'ndred; it was so large
that I could easily put my arms through the
sleeves of my overcoat without opening the
window. _
Leaving early in the morning to go to my
hospital, and returning very late because the
Cafe Leroy possessed irresistable attractions
for me, I scarcely knew by sight the lodgers
in the house; who were all quiet people of' 1a-
dependent property or small tradesmen.
There was one,however, with whom I grad-
ually became intimate.
Monsieur Mcchinct was a man of middle
height, with a commonplace countenance, al-
ways scrupulously well shaved. The concierge
treated him with marked consideration, and
never failed to hastily raise his cap whenever
he passed his room. . . .
As Monsieur Meehinet’s door opened upon
a landing directly opposite to the door of my
room, We often met, and 011 these occasions
were in the habit of bowing- to each other.
One evening he came in 101131: me for some
matches, one night I borrowed some tobacco
of him; one morning we happened to go out
at the same time and walk some distance to.
gether. ‘
* Unfortunately J. B. Casimir Godcuil, who
promiscdsto hrin the rest ofhis manuscript, has
disapcared. and a true steps taken to discover him
have been useless. Nevertheless, We have decid-
ed to publish his only tale, which contains a most
touchmg drama.
I Mcchinct, a fair, plump, merry little woman,
1
Such were our first relations.
Without being either curious or suspicious
——pcople are not at the age I was then—one
likes to know something about the persong
with whom one is acquainted.
Therefore I naturally began, not to watch
my neighbors life, but to think of his acts hnd
movements.
He was married, and Madame Caroline
seemed to worship her husband.
But this husband‘s mode of life was not
very regular. He often left the house before
dawn, and the sun had frequently risen when
I heard him return to his domicile. Some-
times he disappeared for weeks.
How pretty little Madame Mcchinct could
tolerate this, was what I could not under-
stand.-
In my perplexity, I thought our concierge
who was usually as talkative as a magpie,
might enlighten me.
Wrong! I had scarcely uttered the name
of Mcchinct when he sent me about my busi-
ness, saying he was not in the habit of being
a spy upon his lodgers.
This reception so increased my curiosity,
that, banishing all shame, I set about watch-
ing my neighb01.
Then I d1scovc1cd things that seemed abom—
inable.
Once I saw him come home dressed" 1n the
latest fashion, his button-hole adorned with
five or six orders; the next day but one I met
him on the stairs attired in anirty blousc,imd
with aragged cloth, which gave him a most
sinister expression, warpped round his head.
This isn’t all. One beautiful afternoon, as
he went out, I saw his wife follow him to the
threshold and, passionately embracing him',
say :—-—
“ I beseech yon, Mcchinct, be careful, rc-.
member your little wife 1” ,
Be careful! \Vhy ? For what reason ?
What did this mean? Was the wife an ac-
complice ‘1’ I
My astonishment was soon redoubled.
I was sleeping soundly one night, when
some one suddenly knocked hume’dly at my
door.
I rose and opened it.
Monsieur Mcchinct entered, or rather rushI-
ed into the apartment, his clothes torn and
disordered, his (novel; and shirt crushed, his
head bare, his face covered with blood."
“ What has happened i ” I . exclaimed in
terror. '
He signed to me to be silent.
“ Lower,” said he V“ seme one‘ might hear
you. It may be nothing, though I’m‘ suffer-v
mg terribly. I thought, as you were a medi-
cal student, you could doubtless attend. to
me i ”
Without saying a word, I made him sit
down, hastily examined the' 1njury, and gave
him the neccessary assistance.
The wound, although it had bled freely,
was very slight. In fact, it was only a scratch
commenceing at the left ear and stopping at
the lips I I
“ Well, I’m safe and sound this time,” said.
Monsieur Godeuil. Please say nothing about
this little accident to any-bod , and glad ,I
night. ” .
Good- night! I was very likely to Vsleeph
A
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I can’t help laughing. .
Monsieur Mcchinct assumed fantastic pro-‘—
ed me to dinner.
It may be supposed that I was all eyes and
ears when I entered my neighbor’s home.
But it was in vain that my attention was on
the alert, I detected nothing calculated to dis-
pel the mystery that so greatly perplexed mo
‘F’rom the time of this d1n11er,..however.mur..
relations became more intimate;._ Monsieur
Mcchinct had evidently taken a fancy to me.
A week rarely passed without an invitation
to eat his soup, as he expressed it, almost every
day he joined me at the Cafe. Leroy, and we
played a game of dominoes together.
one Friday about five o’clock, he was on the
point of hen ting me, when a man of very shab-
by appearance, it must he confessed, entered
and whispered in his car a few words I did
not understand.
Monsieur Mcchinct started up with a troub-
led face.
“ I’ll go ,” he said “ run and say I’ll go.” -
The man set off at full speed, and my old
neighbor held out his hand to me, saying,—
“Excuse me, duty first—we’ll continue our
game to-morrow.”
And as, burning with curiosity, I showed
great annoyance, saying how much I regret-
ted that I could not accompany him,—
“Well,” he muttered, “why not? ' Do you
want to come? Perhaps it will be interest-
1ug.-"
went out.
11.
I was certainly far from suspecting that I
was taking one of those apparently insignifi,
cant steps, which haven decisive influence on
the whole life.
“ Now, ” I thought, “I shall get the key to '
the puzzle. ” V
And full of foolish satisfaction, I trotted
like a lean cat by the side of Monsieur Me-
chinet.
I say trotted, because I really had some
difficulty in keeping up with the worthy man.
He walked on and on, along the Rue Ra-
cine, clbowing the passers-by as if his fortune
had depended on his speed.
Luckily a fiacrc passed us at the Place de
l’Odeon.
Monsieur Mcchinct stopped it, and opening
the door, said. --
“ Get' in, Monsieur Godeuil. ”
after calling to the driver in an imperative
tone,—
“Rue Leclusc, 39 aux Batignollcs—and be
quick! ”
The distance drew a volley of oaths from
the driver. No matter, he' gave his horses a
violent blow and the carriage rolled on.
“ Ah!- so we’re going to the Batignolles 'r”
I asked with the smile of a courtier.
But Monsieur Mcchinct made. noreply; I
doubt whether he heard me. ‘
A complete metamorphosis was taking place
in him. He did not seem exactly agitated,
but his compressed lips and the contraction
of his large bushy eyebrows betrayed intense
preoccupation of mind. His eyes, fixed on
vacancy, seemed to be studying the terms of
some insoluble problem.
He had drawn out his snuff-box, and was
constantly taken immense pinches, which he
kneaded between his finger and thumb and
raised to his hose, but did not inhale.
This was a trick I had noticcd, and which
greatly amused me.
The worthy man, who had a horror of to-
bacco, was always provided with a snuff-box
worthy of a stage financier.
If anything unforseen. occurred, whether
pleasant or disagreeable. he pulled it out of
his pocket and began to take Vsuuff furiously.
The box was often empty, but his gestures
remained the same.
I afterwards knew it was a trick of his, to
conceal his impressions and divert the atten-
tion of his questioners.
Meantime we drove on.
The floors ascended, not without difiiculty,
the Rue de Clichy, crossed the outer boule-
vard, turned into the Rue dc Leclusc, and ere
long stopped at some distance from the ad-
dress given.
To go farther was impossiblekrthe street
was so blocked by a dense crowd.
Before the‘ house bearing the number 39,
When' I rcmber. all thcahsnrd ideas and 10:. ‘ 1
mantic fancies alignments-19111511111131 111-1111.. I.
portions in my mind. The next morning he V ' V1111
quietly came in to thank me again, and invit-' '
So on a certain evening in the month of July ‘
My only reply was to seizeme hat, and we I
, ued, —- ,
I obeyed, and he took his seat beside me 1
kept back by half-a-dozcn policemen, 1.110
vainly shoutcd' 1n their harshest tones: “Pass
'on, gentlemen, pass on i ”
Alighting from the carriage, we approached
the house, forcing our way through the loun-
gers w1th 'greatdifiiculty. .
We had already reached the door of num-
ber 39, when a policeman rudely thrust us
back.
I “ Stand back! No admittance here!"
My companion eyed himfrom head to foot
and drawing himself up, said,—
“ So you don’t recognize me ? I am Me-
Chinet, and this young man,”——hc pointed to
me—“is with me.”
. “Pardon me! Excuse me! ” stammere'd
the man, raising his hand to his hat. “I didn’t
know,—walk in.’
We catered.
-In the vestibule, a stout woman, evidently
the concierge, redder than a peony, was talk-
ing and gesticulating amid a group of lodgers.
' “ Where is it? ” Monsieur Mcchinct asked
roughly.
“ On the third floor my dear Monsieur,’
1she answered; “third floor, right hand door.
Oh LOrd, what a misfortune! In a house like
ours! Such a good man i”
I heard no more. Monsieur Mcchinct had
darted up the stairs, and I followed, my heart
beating as if it would stifle me.
open.
We entered, crossed an ante-chamber, din-
ing-room, drawing-room, and at last reached
a bed-chamber.
If I could live a thousand years, I should.
never forget the spectacle that met my eyes.
As I write, after so many years, I can see the
smallest details.
Two men were leaning on the mantle-piece
opposite to the door :‘a commissary ‘of police,
with his scarf round his waist, and an ex-
amining magistrate. I
On'the right, seated at a table, a young
man, the clerk. was writing
amid a 'pool of black, coagulatcd blood, lay-
the body of an old man- with white hair.- He
was stretched‘on his back, with his arms ex’
tended. I
Terrified, I.stood rooted to the threshold,
30 11111111.. ' fainting that to save myself from
falling, Irwas obliged to lean against the door.
My profession had familiarized me with
death ; ’I had long since conquered the terrors
of the hospital, but this was the first time I
found myself 1 Confronted with crime.
For it was evident that an abominable
crime had been committed.
' My neighbor, less impressionable than I,
had entered "with a firm step.
“Ohl it’s you, Mcchinct, ” said the com-
missary of police. “I’m very sorry to have
troubled you. "
"Why ?”
“Because we shan’t need your wits. We
know but criminal“ I have given my orders,
and he must be already arrested.”
Strange! From Monsieur Mcchinet’s ges-
ture, one would have supposed this assurance
annoyed him. He drew out his snufi- box,
took _two or three of his imaginary pinches,
and said. —
“Ah! the criminal' 15 known?"
.The examining magistrate answered, —
vrhgbcencommitted, the assassin fled,- be:
mmtaken
The unfertunate man still breathed. Sum-
moning all his strength, he dipped one of his
fingers in the blood that was flowing in
streams from the wound, and wrote on the
floor his murderer’s Vname, thus denouncing
.11th Winsticc. Look. ”
Thus informed, I perceived what I not not
noticed at first.
. On the floor,‘ 1n large, Ill-shaped, scarcely
legible letters, was written with blood: MoV-
NIS. -
"Well ?" said Monsieur Mcchinct;
“Is the beginning of the- more Of the poor
old 1111111111 nephew—a nephew of whom he
was very fo11d,andeho 1sV11Va'111cd Monistro. ”
“The devil 1” said my neighbor.
I don’t suppose,” continued the magistrate,
five letters are an overwhelming charge
against him. Besides, who profits by this
cowardly crime? He alone, the sole heir of
the old- man, who leaves a large furtune, they
say. There is'more evidence: the crime was
committed yesterday evening. Well, yester-
day evening no one visited this poor old man
eirccpt his nephew. The concierge saw him
come in about nine 0 ’clock and go out a little
before midnight. ”
“That 15 plain,” said Monsieur Mcchinct,
“that’s very plain. This Monistrol is a fool.”
"Then, shrugging his shoulders, he contin-
;“Did he. steal anything, did he break any
article of furniture, to put people on a wrong
scent' m regard to the motive of the crime ?”
I E“Nothiog seems lobe distm,” replied
the commissary. of police. .. “ The scoundrel
111131111 gooe away. When he finds that he' re
.dis00veréd, he will confess. ” '
EThc commissary of police and Monsieur
Mcchinct then retiredintos the recess of a win-
while the V-magmtrnt'e gave some instructions
to his clerk
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Henceforward my mind was settled.
I had wanted to. know exactly what my
mysteriOus neighbor ‘ did, Now I know.
Now his desultory mode of life was explain-
ed, his absences, the late hours at which he
returned, his sudden disappearance, his
young wife’ Vs fears,- tho wound I had dressed.
But what was the use of my discovery?
power of reflecting and deliberating had rc'
turned, and I scrutinized everything around
me with eager curiosity.
against the door, I could survey the whole
apnrtment.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, bctrayed the
scene of a murder. '
Everything, on the contrary, revealed com-
fort, but at the same time parsimonious and
methodical habits. Everything was in its
place, there was not a fold awry in the cure
tains, and the frames of the furniture glitter-
ed, implying daily polishing. .
Besides, it seemed evident that the suppo-
sitions of the magistrate and commissary of
police were correct, and the poor old man had
been assassinated the evening before, just ashc
was preparing .to. go. to bed.
In fact, the' bed-clothes were turned back,
and on theiquilt lay a shirt and night-cap.
and an evening paper, the Patna.
On one corner of the mautelpiece glittered
crime was consumed, the murderer had fled
without blowing it out, and it had burned
down‘, blackening the alabaster savcall on
Which it was fastened.
These details I had perceived at once, .with-
out effort, without, so to speak, any exertion
of my will. .
My eye perfor med the part of a photograph-
ic objectglass, the scene of the murder was
fixed-1'11 my. mind as if; on ; 11' prepared plate,
with such precision that no circumstance was
omitted, With such 'firmnessthat even now I
could draw the chamber occupied by the'
“little old man of the Batignolles,” without
forgetting anything, without omitting even a
two or three hundred persons were standing
with outstretched necks and sparkling eyes,
can still see on_ the floor, under the clerk’s
Ipan‘ing with curiosity, and IwithI difficulty-
I 0110.
The right- hand door on the third floor stood
In the centre of the room, on the floor,»
“And<known' 111 a yerycertaiu and pos1t1ve .
faIshV’iVo'n; yes, Monsreur Mechrno't. The crime?
Provrdence watched the' deed
“That ”replied the commissary of police, I
“that the scoundrel will try to deny it. The '
dew and convened together in a low tone,.
I had gradually recovered my senses,- the I
From the place 31.111.111.11 stood 11111111113.
,0n the table, at the head of the bed, I saw a'
glass of sugar-andnwater, a box of matches V
a eandlestick,a_ large solid copper candle-Q
stick.‘ . But thecandle. that had illumined' the '
cork half-covered with green wax which I _
The faculty of investigation, 'jvlrioh has been
bestowed upon 111e, is a very, extraordinary
I had never beforehad occasion to exert
it, but it suddenly revealed itself.
At that time I was far too deeply agitated
to be able to analyze my impressions. I had
but one obstinate, burning, irresistible desire
to approach the corpse, lying two yards away
from me.
At first I struggled against this wish. But
there was a fatality about it. I approached.
Hod my presence been noticed? I think
not.
At any rate, nobody was paying any atten-
tion to me.
Monsieur Mcchinct and the police officer
were still talking together near the window;
the clerk was reading his report to the magis.
trate in a low tone.
So there was nothing tonrcvent the accom-
plishment of my plan.
Besides, I must confess, a so1t of feve1ish
eagerness had taken possession of me, which
made me insensibleto external circumstances
and utterly isolated me. _
I ventured to kneel down by the side of
the body, to see it better and mere closely. I
Far from thinking that somebody was go-
ing to cxclaim :
I moved glowly and steadily, like a man who
having received a mission, is going to execute
it.
The unfortunate old man seemed to be
about seventy or seventy-five years old. He
was small and very thin, but had evidently
been strong and likely to live to be a hundred.
He still had a great deal of hair, of a yellow-
ish white color, curled on the back of his
neck. I-Iis grey beard, strong and thick set,
did not seem to haveVbIcen shaved for five or
six days; it must have grown since his death
This circumstance, which I had often noticed
among subjects brought to the hospital for
dissection, caused me no surprise.
- What did astonish me, was the unforunate
man’s face. It was calm, nay smiling.
The lips were parted as if for a friendly
greeting.
. Death had been terribly sudden, since he
had kept that pleasant expression.
This was the first idea which presented it-
self to the mind.
Yes, but how could I reconcile these tWo
irreconcilable circumstances: a sudden death
and the five letters—Monic—which 1 saw in
characters of blood upon the floor?
What efforts must it not have required for
the dying man to write that! Only the hope
‘ Vof vengeance could have given him such en-
ergy. And what must have been his rage .to
feel himself dying, ere he could trace - the-
whole name of his assassin!
And yet the face of the corpse seemed to
smile at me.
The poor old man had been struck in the
throat, and the weapon had cut the neck from
ear to ear.
The instrument of the crime must have
been a poinard, or rather one of those terri-
ble Catalonian knives, as wide as the hand,
which cut on both sides and are as sharp as'
a needle. ' ,
Never in my life have I experienced such
singular sensations.
My temples throbbcd with unprecedented
violence, and my heart swelled as if it would
burst. ’
What was I going to discover?
--Urged on by a mysterious and irresistible
power, which annihilated my will,1 todk Vbe-_V
tween my own hands the cold, rigid hands of
the corpse.
The right one Was clean; it was one of the
fingers of the left, the forefinger 1111111111191
stained with blood.
What! The old man had written with hisI ~
. of: the opportunity to pack the husband into
left hand! Come, come!
Overwhelmed by a sort of giddiness, with
wild eyes, bristling ~hair, and 11 face spaler. .
than the corpse lying at my feet, I started up
uttering Va terrible cry.
“‘Great heavens!”
All the others, startled, surprised and be:
wildered, exclaimed in a breath,—
“What is. it? what is the matter ?”
I tried to answeiflmt my emotion stifled me
it seemed as if my mouth was full of sand.
I could only point to the dead man’s hands
shimmering,—
“There! there 1”
Quick as lightning, Monsieur Mechinethad
threwn himself on his knees beside the corpse_
He saw what I had seen, and received the
same impression, for, starting quickly to his
feet, he exclaimed, —
“It VVwas not this poor old man who tweed
these letters. ”
And as the magistrate and commissary of
police stared at him with mouths wide open,
he explained to them-the circumstance that
the left hand alone was stained with blood.
“And to think that I didn’t notice it,” said
the commissary mournfully.
Monsieur Mcchinct tookIsnuff .furiously.
“That’s always the way,” he remarked 1
“The things in plain sight are the very ones
that are not seen. But no matter, the situa-
tion is entirely changed, Since the man did
not write the letters, his assassin did.” ;
“Evidently,” assented the commissary.
“Now,” my neighbor continued, “can we
imagine a murderer stupid enough to denounce
himself by writing his name beside the body
of his victim ? No, that isn’t it. Now let
us suppose. ”
The magistrate had become anxious.
“It is plain,” said he, “that appearances
have deceived uVs. Monistrol is not the crim-
inal. Who is be? It is your business, Mon-
sieur Mcchinct, to find out. "
He paused. A police officer entered, who
addressing himself to the commissary said, —
“Your Ordersare executed, monsieur. Mon-
istrol'has been arrested and imprisoned. He
has confessed everything."
IV.
The shock was the ‘ruder because unex-
pected.’
It was impossible to describe our astonish-
ment. ‘
What! While We Were there, trying to find
proofs of Monistrol’s innocence, he was con-
fessing his guilt. . I
Monsieur Mcchinct was the first to regain
his composure.
He hastily raised his fingers from his snuff-
box to his nose five or six times, and advanc-
ing towards the policeman, said,—
“You are mistaken, or are deceiving ns 1
there is no half-way course.” '
“I assure you, Monsieur Mcchinct-r”
“Silence! Either you have misunderstood
what Monistrol said, or you are intoxicated
by the hope 'of astonishishing us by telling us
that the affair is settled.”
The policeman, hitherto humble and re-
spectful, now rebelled.
‘ Excuse me,”he inte1rupted. “I’m neither
a fool nor a liar, and I know what I’m talk-
ing about.’ '
The discussion was verging so near a quar-
rel, that the magistrate thought it his duty to
interfere. ’
“Keep your temper, Monsieur Mcchinct,”
1said he, “and wait till you have all the in.
formation, before you form an- opinion.’
Then taming to the policeman, he contin-
ued, —- I
“And yon, my friend, tell us what you
know, and the reasons for your confidence."
Thus supported, the policeman crushed
Monsieur Mcchinct with a sarcastic glance,
and with a very perceptible touch of conceit,
began: -—
“Well, then, this is the state of affairs.
The magistrate and commissar here present
ordered us, Inspector Goulard, my colleague
Poltin and myself, to arrest the man named
Monistrol, dealer' 1n imitation jewelry, living
in the Rue Vivienne, No.75, the aforesaid
Monistrol being charged with the assassina.
tion of his uncle.” ’
“What are you doing here ?” I
v I_, -...1
‘ That' 15 corroot,” said- the commissnry in
an undertone.” _ '
“Thereupon,” continued the policeman,
“We took afiocre and drove to the address.
On our arrival; we found- Monsieur 1191111111151
in his back shop, just about _to sit down to
dinner with his wife, a remarkably bountiful
woman, twenty-five or thirty years old.
“On seeing as all three enter in a row, my
gentleman started up. ‘What do you want ?’
he asked. Goulard instantly drew out the
warrant and answered, ‘I arrest you in the
name of the law." ”
Monsieur Mcchinct seemed to be on thorns.
“Couldn' t you hurry a little ?” he said to the
policeman.
But the policeman continued in the same
quiet tone, as if he had not heard the re-
mark. —
“I have arrested several indiv‘uals' 1n my
life, but I never saw any one so discomposcd
as this man. ‘You are joking, or have 111111111
a mistake,’ said he. V‘No, we haven’tgmadc
any mistake.’ ‘But why do you arrestme ?”
“Goulard shrugged his shoulders.
“ ‘Dou t not like a child, said he, ‘your
uncle—the body' is found, and there are over-
whelming proofs against you. ’ .2;-
“Oh! the rascal. Ho tottered and at last
fell into a chair, sobbing and stommering
some reply which it was impossible to under-
stand.
“Seeing this, Goulard shook 111111 by the
collar of his coat, saying,—
“ ‘The shortest way is to confess every-
thing
“He looked at us with a bewi 91111.03.-
pressioo, and muttered, —
“ ‘Well, I’ll cenfcss everything?! '
"Well manngcd, Goulard?” sagl the com-
missary approvingly. '
The policeman was triumphantog':
- “The point in question was to make no
disturbancc' 1n the shop, ” he continued “We
had been ordered to avoid causing any gos
sip, and loungers were already. assembling.
Goulard seized the prisoner by the arm, ex-
claiming, ‘Comc, start, we are popectcd at
man who' 1s plucking up his cournge, said.
‘Let us go.’
“We thought the worst was over, but we:
ludn’t considered the wife. V .
“Up to that moment she had remained" 1n
an arm chair as if fainting, withoiit uttering
a word, or seeming to understand _what was
passing.
. “But when she saw that were really
taking her husband away, she tarted up like
door, cry1ng1‘Yqu shall not pass!’ Upon
my word, she was magnificent, but Goulard
has seen a great many people. ‘Cone, come,
my good woman,’ said- he, ‘don’t interfere
“But for from making way for us, she
clung still more convulsivdly to _ the door,
swearingithat her husband woe innocent ; de-_
claring that if he were. taken .to prison she
would follow him, sometimes threatening us
and overwhelming us with curses, sometimes
pleading with us in the sweotesl. tones. .
“Then, when she realized that nothing
would prevent us from doing our duty, she
‘moved away from the door, and throwing
herself into her husband’s 1111113150111 my
dearest,’ she moaned, ‘is it 9011191an11111; you
can be accused of a crime, youT—you! Tell
thtgcmeu you are innocent l’ I - I
“Wowere all, touched, Vbnt he, more cal-
lous than any of us, had the cruelty to push
his poor wife away sotbrutally that she fell
like a lump' 1a a cofner of the back shop.
“Fortunately this was the end.
. “The wife had fainted,._wc took advantage
the floors we had brought.
'5' “Pack' is the right “@4111 he had become
like a; lifeless thing, hé could no longer stand, ‘
anthad to.be carried. And to forget noth-
ing, I must add that his dog, a sort of black
pug, actually tried to jump into the carriage
with us, and we had the greatest difficulty in
getting rid of it. I
“On the way, as was right, Goulard tried
to divert our prisoner’s thoughts and make
him talk. But it was impossible to get a word
out of his month. Not until we reached the
prefecture, did he seem to recover his senses.
When he was safely and duly installed in
one of the ‘close confinement’ cells, he threw '
himself full-length on the bed, repeating,-
‘What have I done, oh God, what have I
done!’
“At that moment Goulard approached him.
for the second time—‘So,’ said he, ‘yoir con-'
fess that you are guilty?’ ‘Yes, yes,’ said
Monistrol, and then added in a hoarse voice,
‘Pray let me alone!’
“We did so, taking care, however, to sta-
tion an attendant at the grating of the-cell, to
watch lest the fellow should attempt to com-
mit suicide. ..
“Goulard and Poltin remained there, and I
—came' here.”
“That report is exact,” muttered the com-
misery of police, “It could not be more so.”
This was also the opinion of the magistrate,
for he murmured, —
‘ ‘How can there be a doubt of Monistrol’s
guilt after this ?”
I was confounded, yet my convictions were
immovable. I even opened my lips to hazard
an objection, when Monsieur Mcchinct antic-
ipated me. ,
“All this is very fine I” he' exclaimed.
“Only, if we admit that Monistrol 1111 an asses,
sin, we are also forced to admit that he wrote
his name there on the floor—and, zounds, it’s
hard
“Stop !” interrupted the commissary of po-
‘lice, “since the criminal confesses, what is
the use of troubling ourselves about a circum-
stance that will be explained.”
But my neighbor’s remark had once more
aroused the magistrate’s doubts. So without
pronouncing any Opinion, lie-”said, —
"I am going to the prefecture. I want to
question Monistrol this very evening."
And after having told the commissary of
police to carefully execute all the formalities
required by the law and wait for the physi-
lowed by his clerk, and the policennih who
had come to tell us of the success of the ar-
rest. ~
' “If these doctors only don’t keep us wait-
ing too long. "’ grumbled the commissary,who
was thinking of his dinner.
Neither Monsieur Mcchinct nor I answered
him. VWe remained standing face to face,
evidently haunted by the same idea.
“Perhaps the old man wrote it after all,”
murmured my neighbor. .
“With his left hand ? Is that possible ?
Without considering that the poor man’s
death must have been instantaneous.”
“Are you sure of that ?"
“From the nature of his wound, I 'would
take' my oath upon it. Besides some doc!0rs
are coming who will tell you whether I am
right or wrong’
Monsieur Mcchinct tormented his nose in a
perfect frenzy of excitement.
“Perhaps there is really some mystery in
it,” said he.
“Inquiriesirnust be made again. Well, let's
make them. And to begin, let us question
the concierge.’
And running to the staircase, he leaned
over the railing, calling,—
“Concierge. I concierge/V Come up here for
a few minutes, if you please”
V.
While waiting for the concierge, Monsieur
Mcchinct proceeded to make a rapid andclose
examination _of the scene of the crime.
The lock of the door leading into the apart-
ment 111.18.111.16 .rrincimllr' occupied 1111 “‘4
. revealed 1n .1 had just picked up the cork
Iwork in the bed-chamber, and Monsieur Me-
' ' low.”
the prefecture !’ Monistrol managed to stand .
on his trembling limbs, and in the tone of a »
an angry lioness and threw hopelf before the. -
with us; you shall have your-husband again.’ ' -
' ries.
. who has an income, I mean, and yet is carea
’of water“ directly‘1afterf'and‘1hat‘ was his
cians summoned to make a poet-mortem ex-‘
amination of the body, he went aWay, fol-
NORWALK CONNECTICUT TUESDAY AUGUST 28
tention. It was uninjured and the key turned
in it without the slightest difficulty. This
circumstance entirely precluded the idea that
a stranger had entered at night by the help of
false keys.
On my part, mechanically, or rather inspir-
ed by the astonishing instinct that had :been
half-covered with green wax, which I had
seen on the floor.
It had been used, and the waxed portion
still showed the marks of the corkscrew, but
in the other end was a deep notch, evidently
produced by some sharp instrument.
Suspecting the importance of my discov-
ery, I imparted it to Monsieur Mcchinct, who
could not restrain an exclamation of pleasure.
“At last, ” he cried, “we have a clue. This
corkwas dropped here by the assassin. It
was matched on the point of the weapon he
used. Inference: the instrument of murder
is a poiniard', fastened into a handle; and” not .
a knife that shuts. With this cork I am sure
of finding the criminal, whoever he may be !”
. The commissary of police wasfiuishing his
chinet and I had remained in the drawing-
room, when we were interrupted by the _sound
of panting breath.
Almost instantly, the stout woman 11110111;
I had seen in the vestibule 11111111911111; in the
midst of the lodgers, appeared '
It was the concierge, redder, \if possible,
than when we arrived.
“What can I do for you monsieur ?" she
asked Monsieur McChinet. _
V“§it down, madame,” he replied; 1.
' “13111,, monsmur, II lia'v'e some people 11ch
“They will 'wait for you. I hell you to sit.
down. ”
Nonplussed by Monsieur' Mcchinet’s tone,
s‘1eobéyed. Then fixing his little grey eyes
upon her,—
“I need certain information,” he began,
“and am going to question you. In your own
interest, I advise you- to answer without eva-
111011.111. the first place, .‘what 111 the name of
the poor old man who has been murdered?”
“His name was Pigoreau, monsicur, but he
washest known by that of Antenor, which:
he‘ had formerly borne because it was better
suited to his business.” .
“Has he lived' 1n this house long '1’” s.
“For eight years]! .1
“Where did‘lie liverbcfore'?”
“In the Rue Richelieu, where he had his
shopL-for he was a hair dresser, and made
his fortune 1n the business.”
“So he was considered a rich man '1’” .
“I’ve heard his niece say he hadn’t less‘
than a million.”
This matter could be easily decided, since
an inventory had been made of the old man’ 3
papers.
“Now,” continued Monsieur Mcchinct,
“What sort of a man was this Monsieur Pig-
oreau or Antenor ?”
“Oh! the best of men, monsieur,” replied
the concierge. “He was very troublesome,
eccentric, and miserly as possible, but not a
bit proud. And so comical too! One could
have listened to him all night, when he was
in the right mood. 'He knew so many sto-
Just think, an old hairdresser, who, as
he sexed arranged the hair of they hand:
some omen in Paris. ”
“How did he live ?”
“Like everybody else. ~ Like everybody
ful of money.”
“Can you give me any particulars?”
“Oh, yes, seeing that I had charge of his
housekeeping. And it gave me. very little
trouble, for he did almost everything—sweep-
ing, dusting, and polishing—himself. It was
his hobby. Then, every day of his life, when
the clock struck Itiwelve, I tookthim 11 cup of .
chocolate. He drank it, swallowed; a glass
breakfast. Then he dressed, and this occu-
pied nearly two hours, for he was, more co-
quetish and particular about his person than
a bride. As soon as he was dressed, he went
out to walk. -At six o’clock, he dined at a
boarding-house kept by the demoisclles Go-
met, Rue de la- Paix. After dinner he went
to the Cafe GucrboisV to drink his coffee, and
at eleven o’clock came home and went to bed.
The poor old man had but one fault. He
had too much regard for the fair sex., I often
said to him, ‘Aren’t you ashamed of yourself,
_at your age?’ But nobody is perfect, and we
can understand this in an old perfumer, who
had had a great many favors in his life.”
A smile fiitted over the face of the stout
conoz'ergc, but nothing could make Monsieur
Mcchinct unbend.
,“Did Monsieur Pigorean receive many vis-
itors :” he asked.
“Very few. I rarely saw any one come to
see him, except his nephew, Monsieur Monis-
trol, Who dined with him every Sunday at
Pere Lathuile’ s. ”
“And on what terms were the uncle and '
nephew. ?” -
“They were like hand and glove.”
“Did they never have any disputes ?”
“Never, except that they were always
squabbling about Madame Clara.”
“Who is this Mudamc Clara ?”
“Monsieur Monistrol’s wife, a magnificent
creature. -He said his nephew loved her too
much, that she led him by the nose,and made
him see everything as she wished. Ho de-
clVare'd that she didn’t love her husband, that
she felt above her business, and would end by
doing something foolish. Madame Clara and
her uncle were at loggerheads last year. She
wantedthe old man to lend Monsieur Monis-
tola hundred thousand francs, to buy the
stock of a jeweller in Palais Royal. But he
refused, declaring that they might do what
they chose with his fortune after his death,
but till then, having made it, he meant to
keep and enjoy it,”
I thought Monsieur Mcchinct was going to
dwell upon this circumstance, which seemed
to me very important. No ; I vainly made
signs, he continued: ~-
“I have still to learn by. whom the crime
was dicovered. ”
“By me, monsicnr, by me !” wailed the
concierge. “Oh, it is terrible! Imagine me,
when'thc'clock struck twelve today. coming
up stairs as usual, to give Pore Antenor his
chocolate. As I attend to the housekeeping
I have a key to the door. I open it, I enter,
and what do I see? Oh, merciful heaven!”
And she began to utter piercing ’shrieks.
“This grief shows your kind heart, ma-
dame,” said MouIsieur Mechinet, gravely.
“Only, :as I’m 1a a hurry, try to control it.
What did you think when you saw your
lodgor murdered?” -‘
“I said to whoever cared to hear, ‘It’s his
nephew, the wretch, who dealt the blow to
secure the inheritence. ’ ”
“What gave you this certainty? To accuse
a man of so great a crime is to thrust him
upon the scaffold.”
“Why, monscur, who else could it be ?
Monsieur Monistiol came to see his uncle yes-
terday evening, and when he went out it was
nearly midnight. Besides, though he always
speaks to me, he said nothing when he came
or went away. And from that moment till
the one when I discovered everything, no
one, I am sore, went up to Monsieur Ante-
nor’ a room.’
Iconfess that this testimony bewildered
me. .
Still a tryo, I should not have thought of
pursuing the examination. Fortunately, Mon-
sieur Mcchinet’s experience was great, and
he was thoroughly skilled' 1n the difficult art
of drawing the whole truth from witnesses.
“So, madame, ” he continued,you are “cer-V
tion that Monistrol came here yesterday even-
lug ?i)
h
I" Ihadnotbeenmistakoh: 7 "A -1-'
“Oh, excuse mehI didn’t see his face. .He
passed very quickly, trying to hide himself,
like the wretch he is, and the corridor is
dimly ligthed.” '
I started at this reply, whose importance
was inculculable, and advancing tov'vards the
momma-=-
“If that is so,” Icried, “how dare you
trol ?” . .
She 'eyed me from head to foot, and, with
a sarcastic smile, answered,—
“If I didn’tscc the master’s face, I saw
the dog’s muzzle. As I always pet it, it came
into my room, and I was just going to give
it a mutton bone, when its master whistled
for it.”
I looked at Monsieur Mcchinct, anxious to
know what he thought of these answers, but
his face faithfully kept the secret of his im-
pressions.
He merely added,—-—
“What kind of a dog' 13 Monsieur Monis-
trol’s ”
“A pug, perfectly black, with a whitegpot
over its car. They call it Pluto. ”
Monsieur Mcchinct rose. , -
“Youcan go,” he said to to the concierge ,
. “my mindismnde up. ”- '
And when; she had good}.
“It seems to me impossible,” soid he,
“that the nephew' 1s not the criminal
Meantime the doctors had come, and when
theth finishéd the post-mortcrn. examina-
tion, their conclusion was: — '
“Monsieur -P.igorenn’s death was certainly
instantaneous. So it wasnot he who traced
{.1111 five letters Mom's which we had seen _on
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“But if it wasn’t he," criedMoudeut Me‘-
will ever get that through _my. brain.”
And as the Commissary of police,“ delight-1
ed to he'. able to go to his dinner at last, ral-
ities, since Monistrol had confewd,—- ,
“Perhaps I am only a fool,” he answered;
“the future will decide. 'And meantime, my
dear Monsieur Godcuii,V come to the' perfec-
ture with me. ” .
- v1.
We took 11ch to go to the perfecture of
police, as we had taken one to came to the
Batignolles.
Monsieur Mcchinct was very much preoc-
cupicd: his fingers never stopped travelling
from his snuff-box to his nose, and I heard
him muttering between his teeth:
havea clear understanding!” .
Then he drew thecork I had given him out
of his_pocket, turned it over and over like o
monkey examining a nut, and murmured,-
“Thc criminality is proved, and yet—some
expedient. ought to come- out of this green
cor. .
a word.-
My situation was certainly a most angular.
one, but I did not think of it. All the 111th-
ligence I had was absorbed 1n this busing!!-
I was turning over in my mind the various
and contrsdictory elements, and exhauflng
myself in trying to penetrate the secret. of
the drama, of which I had a presentment.
Night had closed in when our carriage
stopped-
The Quai dcs OrfevrIes was deserted and
silent. Not a scund, not a at. was been].
The few shops in the neighborhood were
closed. All the life' 1n the quarter had col-I
lected' 1n the little restaurant at the corner of
the Rue de Jerusalem, on .whose red curtains
appeared the shadows of the customegs.
“Will they let you have access to the pris-
oner 2” I asked Monsieur Mcchinct.
“Certainly,” he answered. “Haven'tl been
ordered to follow up the afiair? Isn’t it ne-
cessary, in consequence of unforseen c'
stances which may occur during «”1116 mqutry,
that I should be able to question the prisoner
at any hour of the day or night ?”
And he entered with arapid step, saying,—
“Come, come; we’ve 110 time to lose.”
There was no necessity to hurry me. I
followed elose behind, agitated by indefina-
ble emotions, and quivering with vague cu‘ri-
osity.
It was the first time I had ever crossed the
threshold of the prefecture of police, and
Heaven knows what my prejudices were.
“There,” I said to myself, not without a
certain emotion of terror, “there is thesecrct
of Paris,
I was so absorbed in my reflections that,
forgetting to watch my steps, I nearly fell
down.
' The shock recalled me to a consciousness
or my situation.
We were then passing along an. immense
passage with damp walls andrough pavement.
My companion soon entered a little room
where two men were playing cards, while
three or four others,stretched on a camp-bed,
were smoking pipes. He exchanged a few
words with them, which did not reach my
ears, then came out, and we continued our
walk.
Having crossed a courtyard and entered a
second passage, we soon reached an iron grat-
ing with heavy bolts and formidable lock.
At a word from Monsieur Mechinetran at.
tendant opened the grating , We passed on
the right an immense hall where I seemed to
see all the policemen in Paris, and at last
climbed a steep staircase.
At the top of this staircase, at the entrance
of a narrow corridor on which opened a num-
ber of little doors, sat a stout man with a
pleasant face, who certainly bore no resem-
blance to the 'classic jailor.
“Why, it’s Monsieur Mcchinct i” he ex-
claimed, as he saw my companion. “I was
expecting you. I’ll bet you’ ve come to _see
the murderer of the little old man of the Da-
tignolles. ”
“Exactly. Is there anything new in the
case ?” .
“NO." .
“But the magistrate must have come.”
“He has left here.”
“Well '1’”
“He didn’t stay three minutes with the
prisoner, and looked very well satisfied when
he came away. At the foot of the stairs he
be easily settled; the murderer doesn’t even
attempt to deny.’ ”
Monsieur Mcchinct jumped at least three
feet, but the jailer did not notice it, for
he continued,—
“I’m not at all surprised. When I saw the
prisoner, as he was brought in, I said to my-
self, ‘Here’ s one whowon‘t know how to
hold out.’ ”
“And what' is he doing now ?”
“He' 3 greening. I was told to watch him,
lest he commit suicide, and of course I do—
but it’s useless. He' s one of the rascals who
think more of their own skins than other peo-
plesi )7
“Let's take a look at him,” interrupted
Monsieur Mcchinct, “but make no noise.”
All three of us instantly moved forward
on tip-toe to an oaken door, pierced at the
heio'ht of a man with a grated window.
heThrough this window we could see every-
thing that was passing in the cell, which was
dimly lighted by a dim gas-burner. .
The jailer looked in first, Monsieur Me-
chinet next, then my turn came.
On a narrow iron bedstead covered with a
g1ey woollen quilt striped with yellow, I saw
a man lying face downward, with his head
almost hidden on his folded arms. '
He was weep' the- sound of his sobs
reached my cars, at times a convulsive
shudder shook him from head to foot.
“Open the door now,” said Monsieur Mc-
“Certain.” , 1 l
“Yousaw him distinctly ? recognized him?”
chinet to the jailer.
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’At 8. GRUMMAN’S
5114 11.1111 STREET, NORWALK, cons.
S & \V. MITCHELL,
At the ever popular
0 N M A R K E 'I
as always the best of
Beef, Veal, Mutton, and Pork,
at fairliving prices. Union (formerly Model) Mar-
hot, on the Bridge. 18
HANLES S. LOCKWOOI),
Fashionable Draper and Tailor
AND
GENTS FURNISHINGV EMPORIUM.
Main Street, Norwnlk, Conn.
ED‘VARD P. WEI“),
13 R. 13' G- G I B I'I'
Wall Streetwppon'te Norwalk Opera House.
A large and well selected stock of
DRUGS AND MEDICINES,
Perfumeiiy. .Patent Medicines, all kinds Mineral
Waters. oilet and Medicated Soaps. Flavoring
and Hand kerchi'ef Extraoss. Hair Brushes,Combs,
Sponges, Chamms Skins, Stationery. Cigars. the"
and is constantl adding to his stock all the new
and popular me icines of the day.
U
NOBWA LKI IINSURANCE 00.,
NOR WALK, CONN.
$500,000
- l00,000
G110 It. Cownns.Sec’y.
Charter Capital
Paid up Capital -
W11. 0. Soccer. Pres.,
391‘ \' A INSURANCE Co. ofIIARTFORD.
[neo1 poratcd 1512. Charter Perpetual.
Capital and Assets, $5,052,880.19
Insurer against loss and damage by Fire. on terms
adopted to the hazard andconmstent with the laws
of compensation. WL LES & MERRILL,
Sole Agentsfor Norwalk and vicinity.
C. W. LOCKWOOD’S SONS
Have taken the Store. No. 4 Skiddy’s Block, Main
Street. where they will open a first-class
Fruit,
* Vegetable
and Poultry Market.
They intend to keep it well stocked with
of all the choice vVaritiep, and Fruits and Ve eta-
bles of all kinds. in their season. The furnis 1mg
01' POULTRY, either alive or dresscd, a specialty.
Also EGGS.
Norwalk, Conn., February 201b, 1877.
W. E.’. QUINTAIRDI,
’ General Furnishing Undertaker,
OPPOSITE HORSE R. R. DEPOT
FOrdcrs attended to day or night. Residence
Main Street, 3 doors from Union Avenue.
IEORIIE ti. RAYMQND,
Furnishing. Undertaker,
No. 53 MAIN STREET, (Up Stairs.)
E. NELSON
Manufacturer of
Entries, 81111111 that Warns,
BROOIC ST., NORWALIC, CONN.
G‘Broken Carriages or Wagons neatly and
promtly repaired.
CEMENT PIPE FDR CHIMNEYS
S uare and Round Cement Pipe,with plain and
ornamental tops, for chiu1neys;_huvc amore er-
fect draught, and are cheaper and better t an
brick; also
11 n A I N P 1 1- n,
.The bestinV the Market. Warranted to givesatis-
faction. and from 25 to 30per cent. cheaperthan
. M nfactured and for sale by
anyother an CHAS. T. LEONARDSSON.
all sizes and-styles can be hndat the
Gazette Job PrintingOfilcc.
NORWAILK GAZETTE,
‘ 1n me; about twoncreoground a ruched
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Fresh. Salt, Smoked 81 Canned Fish '
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Bentaur
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One thing” 15 now thoroughly established. Never
since man suffered and human agencies alleviated
pain, has there been any thing which went so far
as‘ a pain annihilator and curative agent as the
Centaur Linim‘ents. These Liniments have mthin
thV'c past year 011161! more cases of Rheumatism,
11111111113111, Stilt-joints. Caked Breasts, Swelliugs,
' Poisonous Bites, Burns, Lame Animals. etc., etc.,
than all other remedies combined. As the name of
Centaur implies half horse and half man, 111.1" Cen-
taur Linimcnts are for man and beast. But not the
same Linimcnt. The White Liniment is for man
and the Yellow for horses and animals. Herein
this Linimont difi’ers from all other remedies, al-
tltough some of the ingredients are hike in each.
They contain the well-known WitchIIazel, Arnicu,
Cdrbolic, Ruck Oil, Months. and other powerfu
ingredients.
Wm .H. Hickcox, Rector of St. John’s IE. Church
Wakefield, ClayC o. ., Kansas, writes: “Many yearo
I move been suffering from n. Weak Back. caused
from asprain more than 40 years a 0.1 have not
{111111111 anything to relieve me not I commenced
the use of. Centaur Liniment. I feel it my Christ-
iah :dnty to inform you that by its wonderful of-
131'“! an entirely relieved of pain. V;Janu11_ry22
Messrs. J. McClure .2 Co.,Druggists, 01111511111111,
0‘.- say's: — -
“Teamsters pronouncc the Yellow Centaur Lin.
intent swerior to anything they ever used. We
' sell several dozen bottles per month, and the sale
~ .is shady increasing."
These are only samples of thousands upon thou-
sapds or similar testimonials réachingV us every .
month. All the Extracts, Embrocati'ons,'8alves,
au’d Ointments in existence amotdoiogonc-tonth
[tho good whioh' 15 done by theoo admirable Centaur
Liniments. Eor Frost-bitcsf'Stings, Cuts. Itch,
beam, .15., there' 15 nothing like the Centaur
L inrent Whit; Wnppfi. for some 111111;;-
. hone. Sweeney, Wind Grills, Poll-evil, Scratches.
"on horses,tho Yellow“ VCV'eotnur Liniment is
equally good. They are certain in their effects;
thby’ are pleasant to use, they are handy and they
ark cheap. No family should be without Contour
Linhnents. They are worth one hundred times
. 11111111- cost.
.J.EB. BOSE .b' 00., 46 Dex Sr. ., New Years. 3m30
1
Eastern
others may have rest and their babies may have
'11 [th,- if they will use Dr. Pucker!- Cano-
' for Wind Cone, Worms, Feverishness, Sour
M 11th. Group. or Stomach Complaints. It is en- .
ti 1; arvegotV-hla propagation, and contains neither
1n enl. morphine, not alcohol. _It' 15 as pleasant
who“ as honey. neither gags’ nor gripes, and is
auger-tor to any remedy in existence.
r. E. Dimock, of Dupont, Ohio, says:
'I am using Custom“ 11: my practice with the
m _t signal benefits andhappy results, and find it
o feet substitute for Castor Oil.
'is what everyone says. Many nurses 111
N w York use the casrouu. It” 15 prepared by
J. B. Rosa 8 00., successors. to Samuel
, 3111.10
12‘. - ETATE. _
TF1“ ' “11.—The St. John House on High
Street... ltnquiré of JAMES FINNEY. "'20
fit?
1 For Sale or EXChange.
HE Large, Elegant and Pleasantly Located
Dwelling of the subscriber; on East Avenue ,
use has 15 rooms, @111 all i1 cm- improyoi
sold at roasonnbloprice'o’i exchanged for New
Y1 rk CityV property. AMIIE to or address
W. W“CB ox 415% Norwalk, Ct.
I“Also one Ecol the handsomcst JJuilding' Sites on
Eost Avenuc,coslst1ng of four acres. being the
north portion of the old Van Zandt Hnomesread ,
USES AND. 300MB 'ro LIT. by
H.FITCH,§1_MIain Street. ,. _ 7
I’ has a fine Orchard of choice Fruit and fine Shade
Trees.
To Rent
THE elegant residence known as the “Dimon
Place, " pleasantly located on West Avenue
one of the most desirable places in1 the Borough of
N orwalk, is adored to rent: on moderate terma.
Also. a large Carpenter Shop, located. on Arch
Streer,on onthe Benton anyo 11§1{tyV.mmeritlo be rented
very low. For fun onrtcu rs em
JAMES F NEY,Bcal_ Estate Agent.
Fer. Sale Cheap,
Or Exchange 1'01- other property,
One of the neatest. and coolest little Cottages in
the Borough. Will sell to a good tenant for little
or[ BIB money down. Enquire at GAZETTE OI"-
House for Sale.
Ill-“HE subscriber, being about to leave town,
offers for sale his residence on High Street.
It is a two story frame dwelling, contammg ten
rooms, with pantry, closets, water, gas, &c., 10:
about 80x200 feet,Vwith choice I-Vvaricty of fruit.
Inn given immediately.‘ For term's and
t ther )articulurs en nirc of
or 1 q D. S. BARTRAM.
Norwi, April 21], 1871. 41.14
For Sale.
- A House and Lot. in a healthy location on
1133 Fair Street, above Catharine. The House is
I nearly new, well burlt,conven1cntly arrang-
ed, and W111 make a comfortnble and leasant
home for a. family of average size. The 01'. runs
back to the river, There isawcll of excellent
water on the place, and Borough water inthe
Street. Price low, and part of the money can re-
marn on mortgag e. no chance to secure a
home. Apply at GAZETTE OFFICE. ~ 3“
Desirable Property for sale.
A Verydesirable place on East Avenue.
Also, a few choice Building Lots situated 011‘
Osborn Avenue, forsale cheap.
Also, a nicely located House and Lot on Mer-
win Street near West Avenue, for sale at a. bar--
gain. Enquire of
S. E. OSBOBN. East Avenue,
or to D. W.FITCH,_ West Avenue.
A BARGAIN
FOR SALE. —A first-rate burlt 110111111“..an
Avenue,) containingl nine rooms; will be let.
if uotsol't. Also BUILDING LOTS for safe. .
Apply to D. 11. FITCH. 8-!
Norwalk, Nov. 27th,1875.
FOR SALE.
W0 verydesirable Buildingots on WestIhIlaVin
Street. Apply at the GA TTE OFFICE}
CHAST. LEONARD 81 SON
DEALERIN
£0 0 .I A- L J
WOOD _AVND BRICK, '
N ’th River Blue Stene_.VLnnVe, 011111.111
GEIIEII PIPE ful ASSIEIS, Wilts. AIII
Gltlllfls,
WHOLESALE AND 'an'rmn.
Watel St., Norwalk, (301111.
C. W. Bu 11111 .
Has Removed
To No. 4 Phoenix Block, Wall St.,
Foot of Mill Hill,whcre with increased facilities
ho 1s prepared to do
PLVUMBING,
in all its branches. Also special attention give 11
to 'l‘in Roofing, T111 and Shectlron \V ork and Job-
bing. (.as F ixturcs or all kinds kept 011 hand.
Norw ulk. April, 1876.
Furniture -Fm'niturc
If you wish
Parlorllihraty, Dining and Sitting
Room Sets,
Walnut or Cottage Chamber Sets,
or any thing in the Furniture Line, of 111.1 l atest
Style, liest Finish and Make and for the
Least Money, go to ’
WM LOCKWOO D’S,
No. 36 11111111 Street, NORWALK, CONN.
Also,
General Furnishing Undertaker.
Orders attended to romptl do or night. Resi
deuce with Mr. {I}. '1‘. Coer'anull, France St.
E. APELL’S
MODEL ’
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Over Finney &. Benedict’s, Wall Street._
Only First-class Work Executed .
in all Branches of the Business.
Ladies 111111 01111111111111; Hair Cut and s111'11npo'oed 1
I
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in the most up rovcd union
“‘8 ‘loned 011 the Sabbath. ‘6?
Norwalk Chronicler