New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1870-06-19
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brilliant Slons. 1Slla, &ondles nd
theatres bekuiled theffA leisafe hears, and
thew charmed the select society where
theirs va, sopght.xaAt one fell stroke sall'
this happiness had vanished, and the
voune woman, 10 admired yesterday, was,
today nothing buta rigid corpse
What had happened to change IN que
moment so splendid life into 80 cruel
death Alas! a fatal mystery!
One day Don Vieira de Castro enters
noiselessly and unheard into his vile .
chamber. He wants 10 surprise her oy q
kiss. He steps forward. she is writing
of course to him. He casts his eyes over
the imprudent woman's shoulder. Horror
Her passionate and burning. words are
addressed to lover. - Z.
The blood rushes to his face; he thinks
of stabbing her, but has the courage to re-
strain himself and disappeared unheard,
as he had come, but meditating atreacher-
Gus punishment. At first he thinks that
poisoning her with chloroform in her
sleep would be complete vengeance. But
reconsidering Mo- he says, "she must
die by my hand, and she must know why
l kill her." {s-- .. 4. lo sc.H -
At nghtfall, with his heart full of hatred,
his eyes glowing, and with the name Of
his rival on his lips, he rushes on her,
seizes her by the hair of the head, and
drags her into the middle of the room.
"AIadam, he says, t''you are, about to
die" The unfortunate woman tries to
defend herself. With strength doubled
by rage, he seizes her in his arms, browns
her face in chloroform, aud when she en-.
beavers to cry for help, he clutches her by
the throat, and releases his hold only
when, without having uttered single cry,
she falls ifeless at his feet. 7iis. ~ u 4.
He remained in the room in presence OF
the livid corpse until daylight. He rushes
then, after double-locking his apartment,
to the house of the man who had dishon-
ored him; it was bis dearest friend. With
his heart overlooking with q just, hatred,
Don Castro does not hesitate. He carries
a loaded revolver under his cloak, and
knocks at the door of his rivals house.
They tell him he is out. He waits.
His friend, Mr.. Garrett, is one of
the. most distinguished men in Lisbon,
nephew of the celebrated Garrett, the
leader of the literary revival Of Portugal.
Tired of waiting, N. de Castro goes to
find two of his intimate friends to whom
he relates the terrible event. sos
He confides to them to arrange with Mr..
Garrett the conditions Of q meeting to
take place that same day, with any weapon
whatever, but without truce or mercy; in
fact, the conditions of mortal combat.
The latter refused to fight, saying he
could not fight friend whom he had SO
fearfully outraged. But he handed them
letter, stating that he should leave for
Madrid that same evening; that on his
way to the railroad be would pass through
such and such streets, and that he
should expose himself to the fire of his
enemy without returning it, too happy to
lay down his life in expiation OF his Of
tense. But M. de Castro will not commit
a murder, and delivers himself into the
hands of the commissary general, to
whom be relates the facts. He was ar
rested and lodged in Jail, where he awaits
the decision of the judge. $50 -.
Mr.. Garrett has gone to France. and in-
tends, they say, to retire to Trappist
monastery. f'f-''- e ~" sft
Madame de Castro was buried on the
eighteenth of May.