Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-11-06

ballmore. 1here we had agreed in
everything, and our whole life had been
one of unalloyed happiness and love. Oh,
fatal. fatal fortune! Why was I cursed
with the possession of $4,000 a year
One day l went to the reading-room
as usual, but while there 1 was taken
with violent headache. I determined
to return to my hotel and 60 to bed.
Acting upon this ider. contrary to my
usual custom, I returned home in the
middle ofthe day. 1 was just about en-
tering my bedroom when heard voices
in the parlor, which was situated on the
same landing with the sleeping apart
ments.
cautiously approached the glass door
and peeped over the green blind. Oh,
God ! what did l see there-could be-
lieve my eyes &?
Yes, there was Monsieur Letoux kneel-
ing at my wife's feet, kissing her hand
and oh horror of horrors ! she was ga
zing lovingly and smilingly in his face.
Ny brain was on fire. my heart beat
unanimously. Her indifference 1 could
bear, but dishonor, never ] rushed in.
to my bedroom and seized a revolver I
always carried with me when travelling.
With one bound twas in the room, con-
fronting the guilty pair.
Villain, you must die p I exclaimed
and discharged my pistol at Letoux, the
ball entered his heart, he rested, gazed
at me with ghastly stare, and fell dead
at my feet.
Now Madam, it is your turn" ex-
claimed, facing my wife, you must re-
join your vile paramour."
Oh, mercy, Jonathan, mercy p she
cried cIasping her hands together.
What . show mercy to vile woman
Ike you-never p
placed my revolver at her heart and
discharged it.
/ She died without a groan.
/ Ny work was now finished, and ]
gazed stupidity around me. NV feelings
underwent revuIsIOn. Tnere lay Jane
my Jane, my own dear wife, weltering in
her blood, and I was her murderer! With
cry of horror, 1 threw myself on her
PROSTATE body, and lost my conscious
ness.
When I came to myself I was in the
hands of the gendarmes, and on my road
to prison.
Three months of fdreary captivity fol
lowed. How shall 1 describe all tn,
anguish of mind I endured? my hear
was broken.
One morning was informed that m,
trial was to take place that day. l hear,
the news with utter Indifference, for
cared not what became of me.
was tired I made no defence. an
after a long investigation, a verdict G
guilty Of wilful murder was returne
against me.
was condemned to be guilIontined i
a week
The fatal day at length dawned. Tn
execution was to take place in the Plac
du Trone. We left the prison at an eal
" hour, and soon reached the spot
There before me stood the hideous blac
guillotine, and could see the knife gliste
in the rays of the morning sun. Til
approach to the scaffold was surrounde
by soldiers. A passage was formed b.
tween them, and | ascended the steps,
An immense concourse of people file
the square, and when they saw me,
fearful cry was raised, whether Of syn
pathy or disgust had no means of tel
ing
glanced around me for a momen
and then kneeled down and prayed fe
vently. I rose up and prepared to 81
, fer the extreme penalty Of the law.
! barred my neck, and placed my head
the fatal niche. Iheard a rustling SCUM
and felt violent shock. l opened n
eyes, and well known voice greeted n
ears.
.e Now measter, win ye get up, al
" sure the coffee's cowld, and the mate
ID done to rags.
Is And there was Bridget. shaking Z
by the shoulder to awaken me.
1t Isaw it all in a moment, had fall
asleep over the paper, and it was all
Mt dream. When / understood it, / col
b. fairly have hugged Bridget, l was
tn pleased.
" Hooked round, there was nay lit
N wife in calm, placid sleep by my sid
# There had been No letter, no fortuae a
e, what was still better no murder.
er Oh how happy 1 was ! Il gave me
- good lesson. and that Is -