Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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90' TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE THE CRIME IS DISCOVERED horse-boy led up his horse, Lesurques noticed his broken spur. "I will repair it in a moment, sir," the boy cried, eagerly. A pleasing thought occurred to Lesurques, as the boy hurried away with the spur. ' The old father is proud, ' ' he muttered, "but he has fallen upon hard times. I must not leave with my mission unfulfilled. ■ ' He re-entered the main room of the inn, and, after a hasty glance around, thrust the bag of gold into the sideboard drawer. "When the boy returned with the mended spur, Lesurques mounted hastily and rode away, forgetting his hunting-crop in his eagerness to be off. Before him lay Paris and his daughter. Galloping toward him on the road to Lieusaint were Dubosc, the bandit, Curriol, the eccentric, and those two ragged knaves, Chopard and Fouinard. They drew aside at the sound of hoofs, and he passed them unknowing and re-entered Paris. He duly returned the dark bay to Madame Chopard, who counted the hours on her fingers and punctiliously entered the whole transaction on her books, as both her husband and the law required. Lesurques had left in the morning and was back in Paris by seven at night. "While Madame Chopard was thus doing her duty, a far different scene was being enacted at the inn of the pere Lesurques. The mail-coach had drawn up at the door, and the weary postillion had slid from the back of his horse. The passengers had descended to stretch themselves and one of them had passed within. From around the corner of the inn Dubosc and his followers appeared. The bandit had his horse-pistol in hand, and, in a twinkling, one man lay dead, another was stunned by a terrible blow, and the rest had scattered in flight. "There is one within; there is one within," clamored Curriol, in a frenzy of excitement, as they rapidly rifled