The New York herald., 1861-12-28
LITERATURE.

p,.aso give mc all the details that have come IN
oer your cognzance, What occasioned your sns
sant ~ ~ - 'Ienne - 'owafds" he hesitatod an in
counexi0n-"towardsm my sori" "'
some witnesses saw him enter the Office. Mon
senr 10 PRESIDENT; the gas was oxtinguished during
ma VISIT; he was mot at the time of hs ex;i anT
finally. from under the chair on which the y;cf;,"s
was discovered in her death struggle, wa pcss1
up the sheath of dagger. Behold the Great. Mon
sieur le President.
Nj. do st. Sevre shuddered as he mechanica,,v
looked upon the instrument.
THAT poor girl, added the coroner. "was ths
victim Of M. Ernest. This letter. found in her dress
pocket, leaves no doubt on the point.n
he was jealous, perhaps" said the old man.
crime.
Alas! 1t was not love that led him astray y-the
cash safe oi the broker, Of which the door had been
opened, SHOWS defect OF more than three hundred
tnnnsand Francs In the accounts of the owner"
me president made gesture of disgust, but
quickly mastering the horror he felt listened to the
coroner, who added.
IN. Ernest has lost at play. for some time past.
cohslderahie 9 sums OF money. Last night, amongst
others, the Marquis dc Monza won from him at the
club TWO thousand Louis. You are well aware.
Monsieur le President, that he was unable to pay
that sum-" -
Enough, gentlemen" cried the president, "de
your duty-.l will lead you myself"
some police officers had previously arrived, and
were waiting in the ante-chamber.
Inc coroner made them sign, and soon after
commenced, under the eyes Of the father. that
chase Of which his only son was the object. Hs
aidea u silently, without minglng sentence with
the few official words pronounced by the oficera
No one was found on tho ground floor There RI
manned to visit the trst floor, the second that wsx
inhabited.
M. de St. sevre, exhausted by his efforts, had re-
sumed seat. He rung the bel and requested the
servant to send him the housekeeper to open an
the doors and closets in the search Of the magis-
tratcs. Old Babet was tar'y, but at last arrived.
pale, confused, and unable to pronounce a single
word.
: was coming i was going. Excuse me, Mon
sieur le President, here am"
This good woman ia frightened" pursued the
coroner "she ia so little accustomed to such
scenes. Calm yourself, Madame, we shall do You
no harm, only show us the house."
In adjusting the keys. Babets hand trembied.
She opened. with an undecided step, the door Of
the immense room which her master had not
the door, allowed the officers to pass The presf-
dent came last. She stopped him, end cIaspinG
hands in an attitude Of ardent duplication. en-
treated -
Monsieur lie President, in the name Of hia
mother, do not deliver him up. lie IL in the pa
vilioD OF the gardenv
The president retreated two steps
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