The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1870-02-15
FEB. Is, 1870.

indulge in . hearty laugh and praise
his adversary. as, in his drunken stupid>
ity. he noted the steady evansscence OF
his money. With Willie Madison it was
different. He said not q word but played
on with perfect imperturbation.
The game continued. and still St. Clair
lost The five thousand dollars was pas
sing gradually but surely into another's
possession.
At length it changed hands entirely.
Madison was winner. With q triumph
ant expression on his fair brow he coolly
asked:
Shall We continue, sir2'
st. Clair made no reply. He was sit
ting as silently as a statue. glaring like
an infuriated tiger at the victor. The
| loss of his money had completely sobered
| him!
All gomez he fairly gasped. You've
got it all-all! With that hoped to re-
| cover all that had lost at the gaming
| table, but you, covetous william, have
taken advantage of my temporary stnpor
and have relentlessly CLEANED from me
all that I possessed. What have left
| Oh, what have left!'
Hold, SIR exclaimed Madison, but
before he could say more ST. Clair cried
out hoarsely:
.Ha! what will Kate say? what will she
say when she learns how her faithless
|
back my money, you young rascal! You
shall not keep it. Return it to me, I say
or by Heaven, you shall not live to en-
joy it. Dye hear me?'
He sprang to his feet and stood like
an angry giant towering above the youth
full victor, and in his hand there appear
ed, as if by magic, long, ugly looking
knife that glittered and flashed in the
gaslight!
Willie Madison also arose from his
chair, turning pale as death as he
observed the cleaning dagger in the
hand of the maddened inebriate.
Stop, sirr he faltered 'Give me q
hearing. Listen to what have to say
what. scoundrel, do you refuse?'
Numbered the other, more fiercely than
before. II you prefer death, by the
eternal God. yon shall have it!
AS tho vindictive panther springs up
ON the destroyer of her young, so did
the enraged gamester spring with wildly
glaring eyes upon the youth who had
seized upon the opportunity his intoxi-
cation afforded to win from him his
gold.
Take that, you cheating bratr
Hold! holdr cried dozen voices, and
twice that number of men rushed for
ward to seize the uplifted arm ere 1t
should descend.
Too late!
There was quick, bright flash, as
the keen knife Glove the air with light
ning-like rapidity.
1t Was q deadly blow. There was a
deep groan, and Madison fell heavily to
the floor, the dark life blood gushing
from wound in his breast, staining his
clothing and the floor around him.
As he fell, the slouch ed hat he wore
and tho glossy black hair, which was
nothing more nor less than a wig. drop
ped from his head.
All drew back as of one accord, with
the utmost establishment depicted on
their features. Instead Of black hair
they now saw flowing tresses Of rich.
golden brown, lying in beautiful waves
about the fair face of the youth.
st. Clair uttered a quick, sharp cry.
He turned as pale as ashes, and drop
ped upon his knees beside the PROSTATE
form. Hastily, nervously. desperately
he tore open the vest of the dying youth.
to make assurance doubly sure.
A single glance was sufficient to con-
vince him, and also the rest of the men,
that Willie Madison was not Willie Mad
ison
The warm bosom palpitating beneath
the snowy linen that concealed it was
that OF a woman!
St. Clair staggered to his feet, press
ed his hand to his brow and groaned
aloud.
Am dreaming2' he cried, in husky
voice. Can it be that THAT 10,
God! what have done9 have killed
her-I have murdered her! have mur-
dered my darling child-my Katie!
Heavens, it must be dream
The great blue eyes Of Katie ST. Clair
slowly opened.
Dear father,' she said family, you
have killed me it is true, but forgive
you. You know why have disguised
myself thus. It was TO save your money.