Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1869-01-14


we had nothing to do.
One night a gentleman return
ing from the theater entered ou
Office. His look was disturbed
and his face wore an expression
of profound agitation.
Mr.. 1--handed him a chair
and after moments hesitation
he inquired if / had heard of the
tragedies at Montreal. / replied
that l had.
"Have you no suspicious of the
actor in that fearful dEama?"
"The governeSs, of course"
| "Yes; but have you no suspi.
cion of who that governess is?"
Certainly not"
"Would you like me to point
her out o.you?"
'Most certainly l would"
sand would you arrest her if /
did?"
Certainly"
"Then, sir, your task is easy /;
the woman who is setting your
city wild at present, the fascinat-
ing Lucille Dutton, is the person" +"
"What!" | exclaimed, "you
are mad!"
mot l; l speak advisedly-I
know the woman; am a resident
of Montreal, and have known her
for years"
The telegraph was at once put
in requisition, and in less than an
hour all the information sought
was obtained. There was no
longer a doubt; the enchantress
of the theater was the murderess
Of Montreal.
We were warranted in taking
her in custody at once; but, as
there was no probability Of escape,
we delayed until morning. Icon
fess felt a strange reluctance in
executing the duty l had to per-
form. l admired the beautiful
creature, despite her crimes. l
thought could understand how
these could have been committed
without her being wholly bad
Maddened by the death of one
she loved; hating with bitter ami
mostly those who were, in meas
ure, responsible for it, and melted
to the deed by the fierce, revenge
ful nature of her race, it seemed
TO me more the crime of others
than her own. Still, | would do
my duty.
Early the ensuing morning Mr..
I and myself visited her apart
ments at a fashionable boarding
house on Camp street. Although
the hour was early, she was up,
and to the servants inquiring if
two gentlemen could be admitted
to see her, returned an affirma-
tive answer. The bright golden
sunshine of the early spring morn
ing cleaned in at the open window
filling the room with light. 1t
shone on the beautiful woman
like a 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, sim
gle jewel flashed from the belt
that encircled her waist--a bud
Of the early spring roses peeped
from her hair. How beautiful
she looked--how innocent. My
tongue faltered-my utterance
lndistinct as l told her my errand.
"And you believe me gullty!
"By no means, my lady, / bat |
execute my duty"
'sYou do right" Her voice
was low and sad--so eXquisitely |
sorrowful, that tears came into my |
eyes. A single hectic flush fevered |
On the smooth round cheek, as she |
rose and walked across the room |
10 an escritoire that stood in the |
corner. The great luminous eyes
we're sheltered now, and the long |
lark lashes dropped over them
She sat down at the desk and |
eaned her head on her hand for a
then searched for a
paper or parcel in a mock in the
lesk. | did not observe her close
y until she turned round facing |
ne.
81 am guilty." she said in the
a mo lnvy fooo ~ rorrovr GGVas |