Beadle's New York Dime Library, No. 100 — page 1: what you’re looking at

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et Tae aT ae Ul oo a ean LILLE ELIA LLL LAE SOPYRIGHTeES 1 Mh ee ——__—_ ™ = EE — Published Every Vol.V T itt... sevens ‘The French Spy: THE BRIDE OF PARIS. A Thrilling Story of the Commune. BY A. P. MORRIS, AUTHOR OF “THE FIRE-FIENDS,” THE AXMAN,” ETC., ** AZHORT, ETC, CHAPTER I. THE HOUSE OF M. ACHEFORT. Unwappry and deluded France!—most wretch- ed Paris! Jn Paris we locate our story; in Paris when the desperado ruled, and vice was rolling its chariot howling toward the sea of Anarchy crunching beneath its wheels the monuments of | a once proud city—when ravage, fire and sword | Shee ‘ 3 LG BREET es teers ‘ ee Mgr #2 i ““A MORT! A BAS ASSASSINS!” Win : Mia Hf! ‘ Say 4 . —- i hy ees | = A 1 A rn a > — 24 S ih) tite SR Wit Zl coger <4 Uy t. SS SS S Ci nA d ‘ LPELT a ~N LILLMHTELL, gia VAAN AML Lil LMS MALL GILLES Wh PRM ENTERED « AT THE Post OFFICE AT NEW YORK, N. Y., AT SECOND CLASS MaiL RATES. — ~ eee — Stn ee Beadle cf ig orn a Publishers. 98 WILLIAM STREET, N. Y., August 11, 1880, toppled her fair fabrics of renown and drew a se all of ‘Naa and desolation round the erst gay apita In Paris, its confusion, bloodshed and disgrace ye a starry clear night in the month of pri A weird house situated on Rue de Lafayette, probably the largest and oldest edifice in the vicinity, standing like an owl on sentry—with its long, rounded-cornice windows just oglin over a thick stone wall at the front, ‘te eolier wing-like walls, its flat roof, mouthy doorwa grim and dole behind a number of trees that | grew neglectedly on the narrow plot at the front and scraped their tered porch all ers. And this was Le Bibou. They who knew it best by sight and reputation shrugged their shoulders at mention of it, or regarded it dis- trustfully when they passed by it, and efforts had been made to raze it. Why? Because this hotel-of-a-house, Le Bibou, was arly boughs against a bat- raggied with tangled creep- ! i Wh) v He: a ae al hare i) il vie jini ne iy ih i i i UW wh me a th iH “bie WP } ut Nea I 1} { Ih } ] LQ THE SWORD OF THE MAN SHE HAD KILLED. 1380, BY, “BEADLE <3 ‘ADAM a Hf WIN Thal ee oh Mil igi he B* ne . NS aaah Pid art efile ab bei a ie . » iN ‘4 ,/ “" ' il g Nh! Ma if iA A a ‘ Ny: ‘ Ee ; i r 4 \ \\ ti // ne Vh ov am i il ca TS Ten Cerits a Copy. $2.50 a Year. No. 100 the abode of Xlmo, the Voodoo woman—and X]mo we shall see before long. Directly opposite Le Bibou were two —. story edifices comparatively new and not 7 tenanted throughout. They confronted the of Xlmo, the Voodoo, like two rebukes, like two ever-watchful guards; as if to make more dis- agreeable, by contrast, the aspect of the witch’s den, and as if to spy upon its internal sorceries —for they were the only buildings near of size to compare with it; one the property of M. Achefort, the other belonging to M, Epont. panee of M. Achefort first demands our atten- tion The fourth and last floor, flat, or suite, of this house was rented by one Dorlan Ray, a painter by profession, an artist of some reputation an American by birth; he and his daughter, Osa- lind, absorbed solely in each other, and in the business of the father whose skill was fast being , a by the child. } hus they lived, the father and the daughter, in the fourth story, or attic, of M. Achefort’s : at »\)/ it (. i ; i ee o * ut : ih is Bit thay! “foul | oe | Hi aie bie fh Th } Wi Th i j cr a Hi ed ie oe ba a by i ' " ie 1 ' Hate i te a va: ane : t " ! : } “a ‘ * iy ) in : =e = ~ umd, HELEN VARCLA RUSHED UPON THEM WITH THE SWORD OF THE MAN WHO HAD STUMBLED AND ae, f <coim GOmiGooo (C