Washington telegraph., 1844-11-13
WASHINGTON, ARKANSAS NOVEMBER 49,

passion-for it was no time for reflection
| stabbed her."
"Have you that portrait stilll'' asked the
German.
Il have; though it has been taken from
the sitting, in which one Of my own now
glitters. You said you knew EBRIsrIENl'
81 did, years ago."
"Andprobably the original ofthis picturel'
said the officer. producingit it.
swell, wcIl!''
"Ahi is he alivel"
"He is--;o be THE AvENGERi" And,
before a movement was observed by the by
ISLANDERS, Paul kinmayer had, with fatal
precision, levelled a pistol at the French
officer, and shot him in the breast.
CHAPTER ".
Mortally wounded, but not quite dead.
he who had braved the heat of hundred
battles, and whom death had spared that he
might make a more suitable aionement for
his guilt, was carefully removed to private
apartment.
Paul, who might have escaped i'm the
confusion, did not attempt to do so; and he
was of course, taken into custody, and in
carcerated in one of the dungeons of the
police.
The following morning he was led forth
for examination: the wife of the fallen off,
Ger, he was told, would be his accuser. But
he walked with a firmer step and a lighter
heart than usual. One portion of his mis-
sion had been accomplished; he had avcn-
ged his wiie's murderer, but he had found
no traces of his daughter.
On reaching the place of examination,
he was commanded TO stand FORTH shrek
"a long agonizing shriek-was heard, and
the prosecutrix fell senseless to the floor.
Restoratives were applied, and on her re-
covery the cause of her agitation was soon
apparent.
at is my fatherl' she said, and break
ing through the crowd, she again fell sense
less in his arms.
The impetus of her fall caused a lccket
to drop from her bosom, where it was still
suspended by a chain. Paul kinmeyer
snatched it up. Yes, it was the same-the
same circlet of brilliants; but now il con-
tanned the portrait of-whoml-of his
daughters husbanG-the murderer of has
rife,
Passing her to one Of the attendants, the
old man smote his breast, and called aloud
in his trouble
"Was it for this thou vert preserved, my
beautiful-my pure!'
In consequence of the state of the
witnesses; the examination was post
poned, and the same evening the dying
man requested that the prisoner, together
with the chief Of the police might attend
him.
On their arrival life was ebbing fast
The confession of the officer was brief; he
admitted the murder of Paul's wife, and
the justice of his retribution: he further con-
fessed that the daughter, being almost
child, was carried away by the common
soldiers to the rear of the army; that she
was forced from the apartment previous to,
and knew nothing of her mothers fate; and
that, rePenting of his act, he had her con-
veyed to Paris, and educated at his own
charge. With her years, her loveliness
increased; and she, knowing him only as
benefactor, at last consented to marry him.
This confession was aftested and for
warded to the Emperor. Meanwhile the
friends Of the officer came forward as pro-
secutors, his wife refusing to do so. The
murder in the latter case was fully proved,
and Paul was sentenced TO death.
On the morning appointed for his e1ecu-
ton he was reprieved, and suffered to enter
a monastery, where he soon sunk under a
broken heart.
With his wealth which was considerable,
he founded convent for the ..Sisters of
Mercy" and in the still beautiful abbess,
whose piety and benevolence so many have,
with justice, lauded and admired, may be
discovered the unfortunate daughter of Paul
kinmayer.