Elizabeth daily monitor. [volume] (Elizabeth, N.J.) 1868-1880, 1869-05-29
SIisnbstB paiIp alaonitor,
PUBLISHED AT 1856 BROAD STREET, BY
J. MADISON DRAKE.
CONCLUDED FROM YESTERDAY.


able. Listen and you shall judge. 1t
was twelve o'clock when Gabrielle came
to her bedroom. She had fingered in
her private parlor, engaged in talking
with her betrothed, who had accom-
panied her from the theatre. [ beard
the doors closed, locked and bolted,
and the young girl was alone in the
secret privacy of her chamber. / lis
tened, drinking in every sound. Some
may blame me, but l do not feel as
though the act were proclamation, for
all my thoughts of her were pure. So
[ listened, hearing now her light step
crossing the floor, now the low hum of
her vioce, attuned to some opera air,
and at last 1 distinguished when she
deposited her fair from on her couch
for the nights repose.
For myself could not sleep. All
that evening my blood had been at
fever heat. Never did 1 so deeply, so
madly loved her as upon this night. L
had seen the gloomy relentless looks of
the rejected English lover had mark
ed the serenely, triumphantly happy
face of the man who was now in a few
weeks to claim this lovely being as his
wife, and bear her away from the gaze
of the world, to adorn and bless his
own fireside. At times I was madly
jealous and desperate, and once an
evil voice whispered in my heart, Scan
you live to see it ? Can you ever again
be happy? What is life worth such as
will be yours Better die, you and
she together, and be done with it,
She and 1 together How the
thought had haunted me in my gloomy
despair ! And yet knew that I had
not courage for the act. So sat there
in the dark, chill midnight, listening,
thinking of the fair girl who lay so
near me, alone, in her pure slumbers.
But was she alone Was there not a
motion in her apartment the falling
of some light article ? the soft tread of
o footstep across the floor ml.
I listened. I heard what made my
blood rush in torrent to my heart,
and then sent it curdling back through
my veins. reached for the small,
sharp dagger, which I always wore
when on the streets of the lawless city
at night. With one mighty effort, I
wrenched the lock from the door, and
the next moment stood in the room
of the danseuse, and face to face
with her betrothed, Stephen Stansbury.
Let the veil remain over the scene. [
cannot bear to speak of it, though for
years and years its memory
haunted me. Twice that night 1 went
to look upon her as she lay, pure and
beautiful as marble statue, her fair
hands crossed upon her breast, only
her pale face visible above the white
sheet which [ had carefully spread over
her the white sheet which yet could
not hide the crimson stains which
would force themselves into view. /
could look at her now without restraint
could touch her golden hair that rip
pied so life-like about her temples,
and, for the first time in my life, could
press my lips to her hand, to her brow,
even upon her pure pale lips, that did
not shrink from the touch. And did
as one may bow and worship the image
of saint. Death had swallowed her.
Day came, and with it came what I
had expected, and resigned myself.
policemen arrested me for murder.
1t was all clear enough, so everybody
said The door between my room and
that of the murdered girl had been
forced open, and from my side. The
bent poker lay there in evidence. There,
too, was my dagger, fallen in the pool
of blood which stained the bed There
was blood on my clothes and my hands.
My footsteps had been heard during
the night passing from one room to the
other-a scream had been heard-a
struggle and a fall, and then murmur
of voices There were people to testify
tony constant haunting of the danseuse
to my eager, jealous watching of hel
when upon the stage. The evidence
was all strong against me.
The Hon. Philip de Bar was examin-
ed, but nobody suspected the happy
betrothed of the murdered girl. On
the contrary, universal sympathy was
expressed for him, and at the trial
saw tears in many eyes, as, pale and
wretched, and woe begone, he arose
and answered to his name.
When the question was put to me by
the judge, Guilty or not guilty ?" ]
answered quietly, Not guilty w YET
I made no defence, no explanation.
cared not to live. I wished to die,
now that was she dead. My s>unsel and
friends made strong effort for me,
and as you know, succeeded in getting
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