The Republican journal., 1869-04-15

the theatre, entered our office. His look
was disturbed, and his face wore an eS-
preston of profound agitation.
Mr.. / handed him chair, and after
a moments hesitation, he inquired if | had
heard of the tragedies in Montreal
Ireplied that l had.
"Have you no suspicion of the actor in
that dreadful drama:"
. The governess, of course.
''Yes but have you no suspicion of who
that governess is?
& Certainly not"
Would you like me to point her out to
you:"
" Most certainly. l would"
" And you would arrest her if did,"
g Certainly
Then, sir, your task is easv; the wo-
man who is setting your city wild at pres
ent, the fascinating Lucille Dutton is the
person.
What" exclaimed, you are mad?"
MOT I; l speak advisedlv-I know the
woman am resident of Montreal. and
have known her for years
The telegraph was at once put in requi-
sition, and in less than an hour all the in
formation sought for was obtained. There
was no longer doubt; the enchantress OF
the theatre was the murderess of Montreal.
We were warranted in taking her in GUS
tody at once but, as there was no possi-
bility Of escape, we delayed until morning.
| confess | felt q strange reluctance in ex-
eclting the duty had to perform. | ad-
mired the beautiful creature, despite her
crimes. I thought could understand how
these could have been committed without
her being wholly bad. Maddened by tine
death Of one she loved hating with bitter
animoslty those who were, in a measure,
responsible for it, aud incitel to the deed
by the fierce, revengeful nature of her race,
it seemed to me more the crime Of others
than her own. Still, would do my duty
Eary the ensuing morning Mr.. /
and myself visited her apartments at a
fashionable boarding house on Camp street.
Although the hour was early, she was up,
and to the servants inquiring if two gentle
men could be admitted to her, received ali
affirmative answer. The bright golden
sunshine of the early Spring morning
cleaned in at the open window, filling the
room with light. 1t shone on the beauti-
full lady like crown-red with crime, she
might have been-but the nut brown hair,
in the sheen of those golden rays, seemed
glory crowned. Robed in white, single
Jewel flashed from the belt that encircled
her waist-ny uttcrances became iudistnrt
as | told my erraud.
And do you believe me guilty"
by no means. Lady but execute my
duty !"
= You do right
Her voice was low and sad-so exquisit-
ly powerful, that tears come into my eyes.
A single hectic flush fevered on the smooth
round cheek, as she rose and walked across
the room to an escritoire that stood in the
corner. The great luminous eyes were
sheathed now, and the long dark lashes
drooped over them. She sat down at the
desk and leaned her head on her hand for
moment; then searched for paper or par
eel in nook in the desk-I did not observe
her closely until she turned around, facing
me.
% am guilty. she said--in the same
low tones of sorrow. yes, guilty in the
eyes of the world, but not in the sight of
Heaven | was insane when | did the
deed. Insanity has its cunning-delirium
its passionate sense of revenge. They
broke my heart destroyed in their bloom
all the flowers of my life. l am maniac
even now, for feel no terror iu my crime.
| have looked for this hour. | am ready
for it. My dead body the law may have;
but with it no sense OF shame"
As she spoke she swallowed dull, gray
ish looking powder, threw up her arms,
and fell back in her seat-dead